Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
His abs constrict under my attention, and my thighs clench at the sight, the need to get closer almost too much to handle.
A hard chest presses to my back, and mine rises with a full breath.
“You know, Little L,” Sinner whispers into my ear. “We’re completely identical?”
His meaning is as clear as it can be.
Knight’s teeth sink into his lower lip and he drags a towel over the back of his hair, gaze burning over every inch of me.
“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.