“Every bit of us.” His breath fans across my neck. “Every fucking inch of us is exactly the same.”
Knight dips his chin and wind whirls around my torso.
“Yeah.” I nod, my eyes locked on Knight’s, not really conscious of what I’m saying but driven to say it either way. “But you’re not him.”
Sinner groans lightly, swapping sides. “That right there, baby girl,” he murmurs, his tongue sliding across my collarbone and rising until his lips meet my ear. “Was a good fucking answer.” His hands squeeze my hips. “Go to him. Take what he gives you.”
My tongue slips out to lick my lips. “But—”
“No buts. Take, London. Let him give what he needs to give. You can do that for my brother, can’t you, sweet girl?”
My mouth opens, but I close it, nodding instead.
“Good. Now go.”
I relent, and the moment I do, the air whirling around me like a timid tornado, strengthens, tugging me across the yard. The toes of my shoes tease the tips of the grass as I’m weightlessly carried like controlled weather to the man waiting for me.
Knight stares down at me, his knuckles coming up to glide along my throat, tipping my chin up. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, abruptly dipping until his face is in my neck, my hair in his hand. He tugs slightly, a small rumble leaving him.
“You smell like him,” he says, but I detect no anger.
And then his tongue follows the exact path his brother’s just did, a satisfied moan leaving him, and I grip his forearm, needing closer.
Knight dips, swooping me from under the legs until my ass is in his hands, my feet locked behind his back on instinct. He squeezes my ass cheeks, pupils blown wide.
“Leave,” Knight says, eyes on mine.
“I want to watch her. Let me.”
Knight’s eyes graze over my face, settling on my lips. “No one deserves to see her,” he says so low, I’m not sure if his twin hears. “Leave,” he says louder. “I’ll show you how good she is another time.”
Silence, and then, “She is good, isn’t she? I knew she would be.”
Knight nods, and my core is officially on fucking fire.
He lowers his head, his lips skating along mine. “She’s so fucking good, brother. So good.”
And then his mouth is on mine, and he isn’t soft about it. He fucking devours me. Owning me more and more with each swipe of his tongue along mine.
His hands and lips are fused to me, taking and demanding. Almost too much. He’s almost too much.
He carries me backward, laying me over the hood of the hot pink Ferrari and pressing my knees back until they’re damn near flat against the hood. He pushes closer, revealing how hard he is. He grinds against me, and I feel everything through the thin layer of clothing I have on.
Tearing away, I gasp. “You kidnapped me.”
“You can’t kidnap what belongs to you.” His lips capture my own again.
“I don’t belong to you,” I say between kisses.
Knight flicks my lips, his hand pushing past the waist of my leggings without warning and straight between my legs. My back arches off the car and he shoves me back down with his palm. “Yes. You do,” he confirms. “For now, anyway, so shut the fuck up. You’re distracting me, and I kinda want to make my little toy scream.”
Sinner’s words come back and I decide I can be pissy about being taken from my home later.
So, I close my lips, lie back, and lift my hips in challenge. “Well, go on then. Take what’s yours.”
Knight wastes no time.
He growls, shredding my pants from my body before burying his face between my legs, his tongue swiping from back to front before his teeth clamp over my clit and he plays me like a fucking fiddle.
I thrash and moan, hands digging into his hair and it spurs him further.
His fingers bite into my thighs as he holds me open wide, his tongue plunging into my pussy before swirling back to my clit. He sucks hard, growling against my skin as one of his hands disappears, and I crack an eye open to watch as it dips inside his now-open jeans.
I watch as he pulls his swollen cock free, the tip purple and angry as it stretches, and when he begins to tug at himself, my lips part.
He works himself, rolling his tongue over my clit and I imagine him inside me again, fucking me until I can’t see and filling me completely.
I need him inside me now.
God, I’m so fucking empty.
“Yes. You are. You’re so fucking empty, and you will stay that way until you admit you feel it,” he growls against my thigh, teeth marks indented against my flesh. “Tell me I’m not fucking crazy.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Tell me I’m in your fucking head, like you’re in mine.” The head of his cock expands, and I picture taking it between my lips, pre-cum now gleaming along his tip.
He tugs harder, sucking me like his favorite lollipop, and I moan into the air.
“Tell me, London.”
“I…” My legs start to shake. “You’re …”
He groans, his body jerking, and I’m so fucking close.
I grind against his face and he growls into me. I jerk when I feel his teeth…no, his fangs come out to play, fear mixed with heat washes over me and I don’t know what I want to happen next.
“London.”
I swallow. “Feel what? You’re making no sense to me, I—”
His fingers bite into the flesh of my thighs as he stands to his full height, forcing me down the hood of the car and resting between my legs. He pumps himself slowly, his eyes staying on mine as his lip curls upward. “You wanna play that game?” The hand he’s using on himself flies to my throat and all air around me is cut. “’Cause I can play that game.”
I try to shake my head, tapping at his hand, but he doesn’t let up. Using his other hand, he directs the tip of his cock over my slit, slapping my pussy with his girth.
“Kni—”
He intensifies his grip, tilting his head to the side to study me closely.
“Such a fucking pointless little Giftless, huh?”
He lets up a little and I suck in a deep breath, hungry for oxygen but not enough to get myself out of this situation. He’s fucking crazy! He squeezes again just as his cock hits my entrance and my body tenses. No. I want to scream no! You’re not fucking having sex with me and all thoughts I had moments before don’t mean shit right now, but then he forces himself inside of me and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel myself tighten around his size, and then he retracts and a moan slips from my mouth. Goddammit.
“You’re worthless.” He thrusts inside of me again. Lowering himself to my mouth, he catches my bottom lip between his teeth. “I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you, too.” The hand that was on my throat comes to my jaw and he squeezes so hard my lips pop.
“Yeah? Then why the fuck am I here right now?” Thrust. “Fucking you.” Thrust. “Owning you.” He lowers his mouth and captures my tongue, his nose brushing against the bridge of my own. “Who do you belong to?”
My mouth slams closed as I lift my hips to meet his, desperate to be closer to him. I feel my heart pulse to a steady beat the longer the seconds go on. I need him. Everywhere. Right now. Sweat spills over my flesh, and nothing can be heard but the slow slapping of our bodies meeting.