Page 40 of Wicked Knight
I know he saved me back then. It was him who found me. But I was still lost. Lost in the woods, lost in time, lost to him.
“What exactly do you want from me, Dmitri?” I need to know the answer to that. Despite the shit going on between our families, his intentions are the most important question to me.
“Isn’t it obvious, Spider?” The devilish grin that sweeps across his lips has my pulse galloping and my skin breaking out into a sweat. “I want you.”
My breath falters as if clogged by thick smoke, and that confounding juxtaposition hits me again where I’m torn between feeling like I’ve fallen into a dream or been swallowed up by smog of confusion where I know I should protect my heart.
The dark talons of the smog force that fear of hurt back into my heart, and I shake my head knowing this is a disaster waiting to happen. A disaster forme.
“I can’t,” I rasp, my voice barely audible.
“Yes, you can. And you will. I decided you’re mine.”
“We should just be friends.” I mutter the words, unable to keep the undertone of sadness from lacing through each one.
Again, he surprises me with a truly wicked smile and a slow shake of his head. Dmitri steps forward, reclaiming the little gap I created between us when I broke free of his grasp.
“I don’t want to be friends with you, Mackenzie.”
“Why?” I search his eyes, study his face, try to see beyond what he’s showing me.
“Friends don't look at each other the way we do. Friends don'tkisseach other the way we did.” He recaptures my face. This time spreading his fingers along my throat. This time spreading liquid heat through my body. This time spreading the memory of that kiss through my soul and how badly I wanted more.
He moves close to my ear, his hot breath rolling across my skin like a caress. “A friend wouldn't want to fuck you the way I want to. So, no. I can’t be your friend. Not when I want you.”
My heart skitters, my pussy pulsing in response to the rawness in his words, and my throat goes dry. I turn my face toward him, my cheek brushing over the scruff of his beard.
We’re so close now, we’re eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
He tightens his grip around my neck. It doesn’t hurt. His touch is more possessive and dominant. Another sign he’s not the Dmitri I thought I knew.
“Dmiti—"
“Shhh. You know we weren’t friends back then, Mackenzie.” His voice drops lower, his breath brushing my lips, and I feel his touch and the pulse of his words deep in my core. “Even if you don’t remember everything, you know that to be true. And you know you want me, too.”
He presses his lips harder to mine, kissing me properly now. My resistance drains away like the rain after a storm, and I’m left powerless.
My lips part easily under the insistent pressure of his mouth, and his tongue delves inside, exploring and tasting me, hinting at all the things he has in store for me.
The rest of my resolve smashes like a delicate china, and I respond eagerly and greedily, meeting his tongue with my own desire.
At that moment, all the choices I thought I had fizzle from my mind, evaporating into the ether.
The blazing intensity of the kiss sends every nerve ending in my body tingling with pleasure, fueled by my desire for him.
It’s more potent than the kiss we shared at the theater. That one stunned me. This one awakens something dangerous inside me.Need.
Need like the maddening craze an addict experiences when they crave their fix.
His hand slides from my neck and cups the back of my head so he can kiss me harder and deeper. Then his free hand roams over my body, eager to touch me everywhere.
It reminds me of the couples in the display across from us.
His hand finds my breast and teases the nipple beneath the fabric of my dress until it’s hard and aching. I moan into his mouth, arching my back so I’m molded to him.
His cock presses into my belly. The feeling of his hardness and length sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, knowing I made him aroused for me.
I’m so captivated by the feel him against me and his hungry kisses that when he pulls away, I’m lost again. But the slow, seductive smile tipping his lips promises that he’s not done with me yet.