Chapter Six

Knight

My eyes are locked on Rhea as I carry her to the bed, and in this moment, nothing matters but the girl with her arms wrapped tightly around me.

If I ever had a moment of doubt whether or not Rhea has feelings for me, they're all confirmed in this moment.

She still wants me.

Her beautiful brown eyes expose her in ways she doesn't realize. Without uttering a word, she tells me just how much she wants me. It's laid bare in the way her hooded eyes stare at me with undiluted desire, her naked body presses to mine needily, and how her lips seek mine with such hunger, it nearly rivals my own.

Lord Almighty, what did I do to deserve someone as perfect as Rhea?

With a rough growl, I take her mouth with mine in a deep kiss as I slowly lower us to the bed. Before Rhea, I was never one for kissing and found it unnecessary during sex, but the first kiss I shared with Rhea proved that the act itself was not the problem but with whom I shared it.

A single, brief peck on the lips left me pinning over the girl for almost a year, and now that I know how she tastes, I can't stop sampling her lips. It's almost as if part of me thinks that if I kiss her enough, I'll somehow mesh our souls together for all of eternity.

Mine!

I trace my hand up her body as possessive thoughts plague my mind. Thoughts that want me to finally lay claim to this girl, breed her, and give her a ring before binding her permanently to my side. Fuck, I hope she's not on the pill, because I intend to do just that tonight. I don't care anymore what her brother might say or how this could jeopardize my position in the MC. Rhea is more important than all of that combined. This girl is . . . everything.

It's tempting to give into the need to push my cock into her tight pussy and rut her into the bed until she's screaming with pleasure and waking everyone in the hotel, but I remind myself that she is a virgin and I need to take it slow the first few times, but goddamn, she makes it so hard for me to grasp onto control.

"You make me so hard, baby," I tell her, rocking my stiff and aching cock against her inner thigh, but I quickly shift before I am tempted to drive my shaft into her pussy without adequate prep, but fuck is it hard! "I'll make you mine tonight. No one else is allowed to touch you after me."

"Yes," she whimpers when I start licking my way down her body, dragging my tongue over her swollen nipples. Her chest trembles, and she cries out when I close my mouth around a tight bud, sucking wetly at the pebble before releasing it to move to the next. I kiss the soft valley between her tits, grazing my teeth over her belly even as I push her thighs apart.

I suck in a sharp breath when my eyes connect with her pussy, pink and wet, glistening against the light. It's so succulent, my mouth waters with the need to taste her again.

"Mine," I growl deeply, the sound rough and feral. I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, eyes on Rhea when I do so. "You belong to only me, Rhea. I will kill anyone you let touch you." Another kiss. "I will tear them to shreds if they so much as look at you in a way that I don't like." Gentle nip. "You're mine!"

"Yours!" she sobs, her back arching when I dip my head and lick the wet valley of her pussy in one long sweep, swiping her sweet and tangy arousal onto my tongue. She grows wetter as I watch, and that only fuels me more as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She cries out, rocking her hips against my tongue and chasing her pleasure. My cock drips endlessly onto the bed, and I resist the urge to rub it against the soft material, unwilling to come just yet.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Rhea," I growl against her pussy, flicking my tongue over her pulsing bud, and she gasps, grabbing my hair and nearly pulling out the strands. She wraps her thighs around my head and lifts her hips, trying everything she can to pull me closer to her pulsing sex.

"Knight . . . Close," she gasps, her movements becoming fevered when I kiss her clit and suck the pulsing bud into my mouth, making her thrash on the bed under me. She climaxes with a sob, her pussy pulsing as I work her sex through the orgasm, and I realize I am quite literally at the edge of my control.

She is still trembling when I climb up her body. Her eyes are glazed and her head is thrown back as I brace on one hand on the spot above her head before reaching for my cock with the other.

"Need you," I grind out, leaning down to brush my lips over hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She gasps against my lips when I guide my cock to her pussy, stroking the head of my shaft through her arousal.

"Knight!" she whimpers when I begin to work my cock into her entrance. "Too big."

Maybe, but she's tight too. So fucking tight, I almost blow, and I'm not even an inch inside her. I force in long breaths to calm myself, but it's an impossible task. My balls are drawn tight, ready to blow at any given second, but I refuse to come like some teen during his first time. I am thirty-four, a grown man!

"It's okay, baby," I say through gritted teeth, grabbing her thigh and lifting it to my hip before driving into her and tearing through the thin barrier of her innocence in a single move. A roar slips from my mouth, and it takes every last bit of control I can summon not to spill my seed into her womb. Her tight walls are locked around my cock like a vase, pulsing hotly around me, and it takes me a solid minute to get my bearings before lifting to look at Rhea. Her eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and she blinks them away with a smile when she sees the horrified look on my face. "Rhea . . ."

"I'm fine," she promises, but the tears in her eyes have me frozen in place.

"Are you okay? We can stop if it hurts—"

"No," she sniffs, her hands going to my waist and gripping tightly. "I . . . I mean, it hurts a little, but . . . I . . . I like it."

My brows draw in confusion. "You like . . . pain?"

"No, that part sucks." She giggles, her eyes slightly dazed. If I hadn't spent the entire evening watching her, I would have thought she is drunk. "I love everything else. I love feeling you inside of me, please don't stop."

Fuck!

This girl wrecks me.

The need to give her more sends a dark and obsessive feeling growing inside of me. My eyes darken as I plant a forearm above her head and rock my hips gently into her, helping her adjust to my size. My eyes stay locked on her perfect brown ones as I withdraw my cock before slamming back into her with such force, it moves her.

"Knight!" she cries, her eyes going wide and lips parting in shock. I watch in satisfaction as her eyes roll with pleasure, and that is all the encouragement I need before drawing back and pumping into her again and again. Her pussy pulses around me as her nails dig into my skin when I start driving into her in rough, unmeasured moves.

"You were always watching me from that bedroom window of yours," I say, wrapping an arm around her thigh and pressing my cock impossibly deeper into her sex. "How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?"

"Oh!"

Her back arches when I shift the angle before slamming back into her. "Tell me!"

"Many . . ." she sobs as I slide my cock in and out of her wet pussy, "so many times."

"What did you imagine, huh?" I lean down and brush my lips over her neck, nipping at her earlobe. "Did you dream of me climbing through your bedroom window and into your bed, then claiming you while your brother sleeps down the hall?"

"Oh, God!"

I nip at her earlobe. "Did you ever touch yourself while watching me?"

"No," she whispers, but I catch the lie in her voice, so I angle my hips and grind my cock into her sex, the move rubbing at her clit and making her wild, thrashing under me to chase the feeling.

"The truth, Rhea!"

"Once," she cries out, dragging her nails down my back. "Once when you . . . you . . . came into your living room from the shower in just a towel, and . . . Oh!"

"And what?" I manage through gritted teeth.

"You . . . sat down on the couch with a beer, and the towel fell open."

Fuck, if only I could go back to that moment and see the girl next door play with herself as she watched me. I can't even imagine the thoughts that ran through her mind at the time, but I would give anything to know.

She doesn't have to imagine anymore—neither of us do—not when we have the real thing now.

My body strains with the need to come, and I can tell I am not going to last long, so I slip my finger between us and stroke her clit. I pump my cock into her, faster and harder while stroking the little bundle of nerves rapidly with a thick digit until we're both falling over the edge.

We come apart together. She screams, her voice raw and pitched, and I come with a roar, spilling my seed into her pulsing sex. Her walls squeeze me so fucking tight as she climaxes, it's a wonder the circulation to my dick isn't cut off as she milks my seed into her womb.

"Mine," I grunt roughly, breathing heavily into her neck as I punch my hips several times into her wetness. "You're mine now, Rhea."

Our mutual aftershocks go on and on, at least that's how it feels until I drop next to her trembling body. I lay down beside her, breathing hard, and it takes a few seconds to catch my breath. I brush my lips over Rhea's shoulder before getting up to head to the bathroom.

I clean up quickly then walk back into the bedroom with a warm damp towel and clean away the evidence of our lovemaking from her body. I return the towel to the bathroom before rejoining Rhea in bed and maneuvering us under the covers.

She doesn't say a word when I settle beside her and wrap my arms around her delicate body, pulling her flush against me. Her silence unnerves me a little, but I do my best to push it down.

Do you want to run? It's at the tip of my tongue, but I force the question back.

Why would she want to leave now that I've shared myself with her more than I have with any other woman in my life. A year ago, I didn't think she was ready to attach herself to me so soon after escaping an abusive life with her parents. She was only finally starting to live her life, but now . . .

No, she's mine now!

The silence stretches for a long time, and I think she's fallen asleep when her breathing becomes even, but she proves me wrong when she breaks the silence.

"What do you think happened to the man she fell in love with? How did he die?"

"Huh?" I ask confused. "Who are you talking about?"

"The heiress who jumped off the cliff after her lover died," she whispers, her words catching me off-guard. "Do the stories ever say what happened to the man?"

"The story focuses more on the girl, but some versions say that the man was killed while trying to protect her."

"I see," she whispers, burrowing deeper into my embrace.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I just . . . I feel sad for the girl. In all versions of the story. She might have jumped from the mountain cliff, but she died of a broken heart when she couldn't be with the man she loved."

"It's just a story, Rhea," I assure her. She's really thinking too deeply about this.

"You're right," she concedes, her voice growing drowsy and sluggish. "It's just a story."

She falls asleep before me, and I spend a long time watching her sleep in my arms. It's almost dawn when I finally fall asleep.

When I wake up next, Rhea is gone.