I didn’t ask that.
“He lied to me?” I asked and it was the wrong thing to do. His arm got so tight, I couldn’t breathe, his fist twisted in my hair and pain spiked across my scalp.
Both these went on for no more than a second before his hold loosened and he spoke.
“Yeah. He lied to you. You know who hasn’t lied to you?”
Oh God.
“Knight –”
“Me,” he growled.
“Honey.”
His arm and hand left me as he ordered, “Crawl in bed, Anya.”
“Knight –”
“Do it or I swear to Christ you won’t sit easy for a week.”
My pulse spiked but my limbs moved. I crawled into bed, my breath stopping and starting until I got to the middle. Then I put my cheek to the mattress, my ass in the air, my arms cocked at my sides.
The bed moved with Knight moving but I could only see his frame shadowed in the dark room.
“Yank the drawstring,” he ordered.
My hand moved and I yanked.
I no sooner did this when my pajama shorts and panties were yanked down to my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Anya, wide, keep those tight.”
I spread my legs until I couldn’t spread them further as they caught taut on my shorts and undies.
Surprising me, his hand slid between my legs and my thighs quivered.
“My baby is very lucky,” he whispered, pressing in and rubbing and my fingers curled into the comforter. “I love her pu**y, love this sweet ass. Tonight I’ll make that ass throb but I love that pu**y so much, I won’t wanna take it tomorrow with pain getting in my way.”
I closed my eyes tight and put everything into keeping perfectly still.
His hand left me and the bed moved some more. Then nothing but I heard the swish and whoosh of clothes hitting the floor and when the bed moved again I knew he was coming back to me naked.
Oh God.
Viv was right.
I’d jacked up.
Big time.
And this was scary, crazy, hot.
My thighs kept quivering.
I felt him above me then I felt his fingers curl into my camisole and pull it up. My head and arms went with it as he yanked it off and it was gone. But he caught my hair, gave it a rough, gentle tug and I came up to my forearms.
“I wanna be hard and aching when I beat that ass red, baby, take my cock, make it ache,” he ordered then another tug on my hair until I was on my hands. Then I felt his hand guiding his c**k to my mouth. The tip against my lips, he slid it light against them until I opened them and he surged inside, already hard.