Page 99 of Wicked Knight
I glance at Dmitri, finding it so bizarre that he could be this nice, caring person one minute and the next he’s a beast.
He gazes at me, and my heart beats faster, my pulse leaping in my throat. “Come with me.”
“No.”
A sly look washes over his face, and he slips his hand between my thighs, pressing hard against my clit. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from moaning.
He leans in closer, getting right up to my ear. “If you don't come with me now, the whole class gets to watch me fuck you. Right here.”
My mouth drops open, but damn me, I’m my own worst enemy. I’m wet.
Knowing he could be serious, I get up, and the two of us walk out of the theater, taking the fire exit.
Once we’re away from everyone, he takes my hand and leads me down the stairwell.
We go all the way down to the bottom, to the janitor's closet.
He locks the door from the inside then whirls around to face me.
The sunlight spilling through the skylight window catches the bright blues hues of his eyes. I’ve missed him so damn much it’s refreshing to see him now.
I try to rein in my emotions, but it’s hard. It looks like it’s hard for him, too.
“I need to talk to you.” He walks forward and cups my face.
“Dmitri, please don’t make this harder.”
He gazes deep into my eyes. “I'm not letting you go, Mackenzie.”
My eyes widen. “You have to. I told you what was happening. And your father?—”
He cuts off my words with a kiss and shakes his head, planting little kisses on my lips. “I don't care what you said. I don't care what the situation is, and I don’t care about my father. You are mine.” He inches away to gaze at me. “Mine. So, I won't stop fighting for you even if you want me to.”
My heart melts, and a glimmer of hope fills me. “Dmitri?—”
“You heard me, Mackenzie.” He returns to my lips for another kiss. This time with more force and determination. It's the kind of kiss that I know will bring more, and it does.
Seconds later, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, then we’re naked and he’s buried inside me, fucking me against the wall.
He takes me ravenously, like he needs to consume me to live.
I moan into every thrust of his hard cock, savoring this moment I never thought I’d experience again.
I shove every worry out of my mind, and when I touch him, it’s like I can’t stop, like I can’t get enough. Like I’ll die if we’re not touching each other.
Then it’s over. I come and he comes, too, and reality hits that we stole one more forbidden moment with each other.
Dmitri pulls out of me and grabs some tissue from the box of janitor supplies.
He holds my gaze while he cleans off the cum leaking down my thighs.
He tosses it in the trash and leans in to press his forehead to mine.
We stay like that for a few moments, enjoying each other until he inches away to stare at me.
“What are we going to do?” I mumble.
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll think of something. I just needed you to know I’m not giving up.”