Page 73 of Wicked Knight

He laughs and tweaks my nose playfully. “Ouch.”

“Why were you even paying attention to me anyway?”

The humor fades from his face. “Because I couldn’t stop.”

My breath catches, his words sinking into my chest like a stone tossed into still water.

Because I couldn’t stop.

Those words echo in my mind, louder than the sound of my own heartbeat.

“You couldn’t stop?” I manage to whisper, my voice shaky.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away. “I tried.”

A shiver races down my spine, my fingers curling at my sides against the steamy walls. The weight of his gaze feels like a confession, and I’m caught between wanting to look away and needing to hold on to this moment.

He reaches forward and runs his finger over the slit of my pussy. “Who took it from you?”

That question carries so much more than what he’s asking. When he stares at me, I know it’s something he worried about for years. After the incident with Tommy, it was thought I was raped. Apparently, Tommy had a weird obsession with me and Dmitri thought that’s why he took me.

Various tests confirmed that I wasn’t raped. But by then, we weren’t talking to the Valnekos anymore, so Dmitri never knew. I’m guessing his father never cared to find out.

Thinking of Tommy and the past brings the haunting details of my nightmare back to my mind. I want to say something but stop myself because anything I say like that is going to be in defense of my father.

Now’s not the time to talk about such sensitive matters when I have nothing to argue my case. So, instead, I decide not to break the fantasy, and to answer the question he asked me.

“Dominic Montrose. I was seventeen.”

He narrows his eyes—because he didn’t know Dominic. Relief is also evident in his gaze. Relief that his brother never touched me.

“Woah, a secret guy I didn’t know about.”

“Something like that.”

“Did you love him?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“It should have been me. I should have been your first.”

“Yes. You should have.”

“And you should have been mine.”

I give him a thin, coy smile. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. We should have just done this. Meet in secret.”

I always thought that would happen. I wished for it. But then I remembered why it never would. “I was the hated one.”

He reaches for my face and holds it. “Not by me. You’re mine now.”

“I am.”

With a playful smile, he bows his head to kiss me again. I hold him, too, kissing him deeper.

“Spider,” he whispers across my lips. “I want to fuck you again.”