Again.
He steps us backward, tearing my cami off until his fingers find my nipple. He releases my mouth from his, staring up at me. I hate when he does this because I swear I can feel my heart thrash a little harder in my chest. Probably trying to warn me to run.
“Let go…” he whispers against my mouth, his brows pulling together when he focuses on my lips.
“What? I’ll fall.”
His mouth curves upward in a wicked smirk. “Will you?”
I unlatch my fingers from around the back of his neck, holding my breath. He’s a douchebag, I know that—but there’s a part of me that wants to test everything he gives me. I want to edge him near just as much as he does to me. It’s probably a toxic trait—yet another to add to my lengthy list.
I go to fall backwards but grab onto his shoulders at the last minute. He doesn’t flinch, holding my stare. It’s almost in challenge. “I can’t figure you out.”
“Not your job to do that, Little London.” His head tilts to the side as he finally breaks eye contact and his fall to my chest. His thumbs run circles over my upper thighs. “What do you think’s gonna happen?”
“You’ll drop me.” The words leave me beneath a breath.
He chuckles. “Let’s find out.”
Before I can figure out what’s happening, my hands are forced apart and I’m falling backward. I want to scream, to yelp, but my pride chokes it all down and when I don’t hit the ground, I slowly peel my eyes open. “Holy shit.”
“Say that fucking name one more time and see what the fuck happens.”
I go to reach forward, when the sound of cracking snaps through the air and I tilt my head backwards to see a rope of ice growing from the ground. It breaks off into two before knotting around my wrists.
I growl softly, tugging on them. “Knight…”
A deep snicker leaves his chest from somewhere in the room. I don’t know where because now I can’t even push myself up to see where he is. Wind floats over my spine from below, and I think over all the dumb situations I’ve managed to get myself into where Knight is concerned.
My fingers wrap around the iced rope and before I can say anything else, the warmth of his hands are on my upper thighs and he spreads my legs wide, stepping between them.
I arch my back. “Unleash me.”
“No.” His hand covers my lower belly. “You’ve got a bad habit of being a controlling little bitch, and I just so happen to like breaking said habits.” He presses his thumb against my clit and my body burns to life.
“Knight…” I warn, even though I have no idea what I’m warning against.
He clicks his fingers and just like that… the ceiling I was staring up at turns black. My eyes are wide open but I can’t see. “Fuck.”
“Shut up, London.” He drags his finger down my slit and I suck in a breath when he stops right at my entrance. With both hands, he pulls me closer and warmth covers my pussy. I sink my teeth into my lip as his tongue finds its way around my clit slowly. He doesn’t rush. Almost like he knows that every second that passes I’m about to lose it. My toes curl as I tug on the rope again, desperate to feel anything. To feel him.
Then he stops. That warmth gone.
“Agh! Knight!” My body convulses slightly, not enough to shake off from an orgasm, but enough for it to be a tantrum that it didn’t get one.
He laughs darkly and I swear it leaves bite marks all over my exposed flesh. “You’re too fucking easy.”
My jaw tightens. I hate that I’m at his mercy and he’s enjoying it, but at the same time heat swims deep in my chest at the thought of him being here. With me. Doing stupid shit that we shouldn’t be doing.
The belt around my throat tightens again and my smile falls. His cock rests against my pussy and my body reaches for him slightly, even though I don’t want it to. Fuck my life. He must wrap the belt around his wrist before tugging on it roughly just as the brightness from the room burns the retinas in my eyes. I blink a few times, allowing myself to adjust back to the ambient lighting when I see him above me, his hair falling over his forehead slightly and his lips swollen and glistening from my pleasure.
Damn. He looks really hot right now.
He looks down between our naked bodies, leaving his hand on the grip of that damn belt. “Kind of wanna record this to save it in my memory bank.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
He doesn’t look back up at me but I see the corner of his mouth curl up in a grin just as the tip of his cock presses against my entrance. My body tightens around him as he forces himself deeper and deeper inside.
“Oh—”
He tugs on the belt roughly as his other hand slams over my mouth right as his pelvis slams against my ass as he buries himself inside. “Fuck, London. I swear to fucking Satan that I’m going to fucking tear you apart and put you back together exactly as I want you to be. Without mentioning his name.”
My body pulses around him as he withdraws slightly, moving his hand from my mouth. He looks down over me, brushing his lips over mine before running the tip of his nose over the side of my jaw. “Kind of wanna bite you.”
“Do it,” I moan, riding against his movements.
The crowns of his teeth find the side of my throat as he slowly sinks them into my skin.
“Release my hands.”
“No.” He growls against the wound on my neck. His tongue slides over the dampness as he continues to move inside of me.
“Please?”
He smiles against my skin. “Good girl.”
The cool ropes release my wrists and I finally bring my hands to his back, scraping my nails down his shoulders. A deep growl vibrates from his chest and I draw closer, like a moth to a flame. I wince when I feel the size of him continue to stretch me out, but the tingles burn through my fingertips and heat me from the inside out. My nipples tighten as he picks up speed.
His hand that was on the buckle of the belt comes to my jaw, where he bit into me. He forces my face up to his, resting his forehead on mine. “I fucking hate you.”
“Ditto!” I mean for it to come out harsh, but it leaves my mouth breathlessly.
He squeezes tightly around my jaw until I’m sure it’s about to crack. Just as I’m about to pull away, afraid he may take it too far, I stumble over the cliff I ran up to chase my orgasm and my body jerks through the burning sensation that rips through me.
He pulls out just in time, until hot liquid spits over my belly. I don’t even bother to ask him to put me back down onto the ground from whatever levitation he has me floating, when he swipes his hand through his cum and brings his thumb to my lips. “Mmm. Taste familiar to you?”
I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck him off. “I don’t know. Maybe I should go taste someone else to double-check?” The air between me and the ground disappears and my back hits the hard ice in an instant. “Ouch!” I laugh through the pain, rolling to the side and reaching for my discarded clothes. He’s too quick when he swipes them away from me and tosses me his shirt instead.
“Aw. You’re so mad at me that you give me your shirt?” I bat my lashes up at him even though I know he’s seconds away from fucking my shit all the way up.