The Knight (Stolen Duet 2)

“Unless she’s unwilling.”

“Are you unwilling?”

She answered by wrapping her legs around my waist while I pushed my shorts down enough to free my cock. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she moaned as I slid inside her. She was soaking wet and taking me greedily inside her.

“Is that right?”

“It’s just sex. An itch to scratch.”

I chuckled as I moved her hands from my shoulders to the wall above her head. The pain in my chest her words had created would have to wait. Right now, she was oblivious, completely vulnerable.

I moved inside her skillfully, drawing out her pleasure, and convincing her she’d do anything to have more. I tasted the sweat on her skin and smiled at the sound of her sweet moans. The sound was nothing compared to her screams when she was overwhelmed by what my body did to hers.

I wanted that again.

Before I could consider control, my hips moved with a mind of their own, turning our fucking from slow and easy to frenzied. “Am I scratching your itch, Sprite? Huh?” She could do nothing but take it as I pounded her. Her squeals of pained pleasure spurred me on. “Tell me, have I reached the mother fucking spot?” I moved my hand between our bodies and found her clit. Her mouth fell open, and her head fell back. She convulsed violently, shocking me and scaring herself. She had never come this hard before. I was forced to let her hands go and wrap my arms tight around her to keep from losing control.

“You…bastard,” she gasped with harsh breaths. I could still feel the tight heat of her pussy pulsing around me.

“A bastard couldn’t make you come that hard.”

“Why did you—”

“Fuck you until you saw stars?” I was already moving inside her again. She gasped and clutched my shoulders.

“Don’t make me come like that again.” The tremble in her voice sounded like real fear.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I lied. It didn’t take long before I felt my balls tighten. I was still feeling vengeful, so I waited until the very last moment before pulling her to her knees. I used her slender neck to pull her head back and came all over her pretty innocent face. Her mouth fell open in shock, and a drop of cum slid over her top lip. “Lick it up and swallow it,” I ordered when she gaped. Her tongue obediently swept her lips, taking more of my cum when she closed her lips.

“Good girl.” I pulled my shorts up and backed away from her before I gave in to the urge to take her again. “Let me know if you get an itch again.” I headed for the bathroom. I needed a shower and space to think. I had a war to win and I all I’ve done was find my way between Mian’s thighs.

“Asshole,” I heard her mutter just before the door closed.Chapter FifteenMIAN“WE GOT A problem,” Lucas announced.

I’d fucking say.

After our fight, Z had brought a fed and sleepy Caylen upstairs for his nap, and the three of us spent the rest of the morning locked away in Angel’s bedroom. Angel had his hand planted over my mouth, so I didn’t wake the baby while he tortured me with his mouth and fingers. I was on the precipice when Lucas barged in with a scowl and a gun in his hand. Angel took his time freeing my nipple from his mouth and his fingers from my pussy, but when he saw Lucas ready for war, he was out of bed before I could blink. I scrambled to pull the sheets he’d kicked to the foot of the bed over my body and tried to act normal despite their casual disregard for my nudity.

“What’s up?” Angel questioned as he stepped into his jeans commando-style.

“Reginald is here.”

Angel’s mood shifted right before my eyes as he cursed, threw on a t-shirt, and stormed from the room with Lucas on his heels. Curiosity had me scrambling for our bags in the corner and quickly dressing. I checked to make sure Caylen was still asleep before following them. Guns meant this wasn’t a social call, so I wisely stayed hidden near the stairs when I found Angel, Lucas, and Z in the foyer, towering in a circle around two men of middle height and build. The men didn’t appear intimidated. In fact, the older man with a full head of thick, salt and pepper hair wore a smug smile and held his head high. The second man’s back was turned. I studied his wavy, brown hair and broad shoulders that rivaled Lucas’s, his waist narrow, reminding me of a football player in uniform.

“You want to tell me why you’re here uninvited?” Angel growled.

“You know as well as I do that I have as much right to be here as you do. The estate is home to anyone with Knight blood.” It was then I noticed the suitcases at their feet.