Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
But I hated even more that I didn’t hate her at all.
Hissing, I grind my teeth and close the distance between us until her bed hits my shins. Leaning forward, I move her blonde hair away from her cheek and stiffen when she rolls to her back, her silk robe parting and exposing her flawless flesh. Two perfectly pink nipples stare back at me, her toned belly tensing when she widens her legs.
“Fuck...” I growl, lightly running the tip of my finger over the inside of her exposed thigh. It’s not heat that crawls through my entire body at the simple touch, it’s ice.
Like frost being sprinkled through my blood. I need her. But I can’t have her. I don’t deserve her, and she doesn’t want me.
She would never want me.
“You make a habit of watching me while I sleep?” she whispers sleepily, but her body doesn’t move.
“Sometimes. Other times I come in your mouth and you don’t even know it.”
She has no smart remark, just stares, a sadness I can’t stand in her eyes. “Knight?”
I lower myself down onto the edge of the bed, trying hard to refocus on the lone tub that’s sitting in the middle of the room. Only I start to imagine London in that tub naked and all the different ways I could fuck her in and around it.
I clear my throat.
“I don’t want to hate you, but I do.” Her words bring me back to the present. London is a hard woman, and she doesn’t soften her edges for anyone. I loved that about her. She’d take whatever she fucking wanted and didn’t give a fuck what that looked like to anyone. I would say narcissistic if she didn’t have so many admirable traits that pushed against the term.
She must roll to the side because the bed moves beneath me.
“I’m going to hate you forever, Knight. I know me.” Her voice drowned with sleep.
I have to fight with myself to not look at her to see if she’s even really awake. I know this, but knowing and listening to the words as they leave her lips is very fucking different.
“I’m never going to forgive you and I’m going to make your life miserable.” The final word is a ghost of syllables on her mouth, and when I turn to finally look at her, I’m surprised to see her eyes weak on mine. “So, for right now, can you just lie with me.”
It’s like a punch to the gut, only the fist is holding C4 and it explodes inside of me.
Kicking off my shoes, I slide beneath the covers, holding my breath when she moves over for me. Her energy gentle when she lowers her head on my chest, and I finally release the breath I was holding in. The first in fucking weeks.
London and I have been many of things, but gentle toward one another is not one of them. I squeeze my eyes closed as images flash inside my head from earlier. The truth running through my mind like a reminder of how fucking stupid I’ve been. How blind. Tricked.
She lifts her leg on top of mine and I slightly part my legs to give her more access. Silence beats between us, her heart thudding against my ribcage. I turn slightly, just as she curves her head to look up at me. I catch her lips with mine. Fire erupts deep in my chest and my hand finds her hair, fisting it against her scalp. She moans softly as I gently lift her. She straddles my waist without breaking the kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth and caressing mine. I shift my hands higher up her thighs, moving her silk gown until my hands land on her ass.
Catching her lip with my teeth, she shuffles forward, her hand coming between us. Reaching into my pants, she takes out my dick and slowly directs it against her entrance. I groan slightly when she lowers her little body over my shaft, the slickness of her walls squeezing my girth. Reaching up her long, slender back, I pull her down and wrap both arms around her, deepening the kiss. She leaves whispers of her whimpers over my lips, and they’re the kind I want to fucking tattoo there. Grinding against me, our bodies slap together between a sheen of sweat as I squeeze her ass tightly, my breathing picking up.
Resting her forehead on mine, her lips hover slightly. “Knight, I—”
“—shut up.” My hand comes to the back of her neck, and I force her back down to meet mine. “Don’t.”
Her mouth moves from mine and settles into the side of my neck. A sharp sting erupts over my skin when her teeth pierce the side of my throat before she presses me flat on the bed. I growl softly in protest until the valleys of her massive tits are right there in my face. Leaning up, I take one into my mouth, flicking the tiny bud around my tongue until I have to fight the urge not to bite it. Her hips pick up pace as she rubs herself over me, circling her pussy against my throbbing cock. My balls tighten and my toes curl as I feel myself slowly start to lose control. Electricity bites all over my skin and I shove her back down again until her fat tits are pressed against my chest and her mouth is back on mine. Her tongue moves with mine slowly, baiting her body until it picks up speed once again and her mouth follows the cue. Slamming my eyes closed, my demon rears to the surface with the temperature of her body so close to mine.