Chapter Eight

Knight

We need to talk.

I came here to talk to Rhea, claim her, and make love to her until she is regretful of her decision to leave. The itinerary was simple. Find the girl, sit her down, and talk to her about our future. Then, once we're on the same page, rut her in every corner of her apartment until mine is the only name she can remember.

Everything flew out the window the second I saw her, long red hair mussed, cheeks flushed a pretty rosy hue, and one strap of her dress slid down her shoulder . . . and I lost it.

No, there is little talking that's going to happen now. Not until I am buried balls deep inside of her and rutting her hard against her wall before moving to the couch, and then later to her bedroom.

We need to talk!

I ignore the little voice at the back of my head as I wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her off the floor and into my arms. She quickly wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders, returning the kiss with as much hunger as I feel. I spin us around and push her back against the wall, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, gently nipping at the skin and adding to the marks I left last night.

I intend to mark her until everyone knows that she's taken.

I hold her up with one arm and use my free hand to tear down her dress to reveal her supple tits, my hungry mouth seeking out her juicy nipples. I roll my tongue around the rosy bud until she's screaming and rocking her hips over my erection. She digs her fingers into my hair and tugs hard, pushing my face into her chest and making my cock leak behind the fly of my jeans.

"Knight . . . Oh, God!"

She sobs, bucking against me when I give her other tit the same attention. My hard cock throbs with the need to be inside of her, and just like that, I forget the exhaustion of riding for hours from Austin to Baton Rouge. Everything around us dissolves, and we're left with this moment.

Our need for each other. It's almost inhuman . . . feral.

I take her lips with mine again, carrying her through the apartment to her couch. I don't take my eyes off her, and when I do, it's to spot the panties carelessly discarded on the floor. A low possessive growl rises in my throat at the thought of Rhea pleasuring herself.

Did I interrupt her little one-woman party?

Did she get off already?

Fuck, I want to be the one to do that for her. Only I am allowed to bring her body pleasure, and no one else. Not even herself!

"You've been playing with yourself," I growl deeply, my eyes on hers as I lower us to the couch. Her cheeks flush deeper, and she tries to avoid meeting my gaze, but I don't allow it, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes, pinning her to the couch with my body. "What were you thinking about this time?"

"Nothing," she says stubbornly.

"Do you want me to stop?" It's an empty threat, and we both know it. Even so, I notice her eyes flash at my question. "Tell me what you were thinking about when you got yourself off, or I won't let you come again tonight."

She glares at me before letting out a resigned sigh. "You," she whispers, biting her lips and attempting to move her head once again, but I hold her still.

"Details."

Rhea stares up at me, exasperated, but she must read the resolve in my eyes because she finally decides to tell all. "I . . . I was thinking of you, your face between my, uhm . . . legs," she says shyly. "But I . . . I couldn't get myself off. Not the way you did last night."

"Then let me fix that," I murmur, ripping off the dress clinging to her and tossing it over my shoulder, leaving her completely naked beneath me. "You're going to describe everything you imagined me doing out loud until you come. If you stop talking . . . I'll stop too."

"Knight . . ." Her body trembles under me, her eyes growing dazed when I lean down and trail my lips over her stomach, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her again.

Christ, I have been thinking about this moment from the second I climbed onto my bike to come after her. I almost got arrested for reckless driving, but the cops decided to let me go when they noticed the club's patch at the back of my jacket, figuring I was more trouble than I was worth, and they were right.

Now that I am here, my heart is beating fast for an entirely different reason. Loving this girl—pleasuring her, seems to have become my life mission.

It doesn't matter how far she runs, I vow to find her every single fucking time and remind her who she belongs to.

Mine!

"Start talking!" I order, nuzzling her sex with my nose to part her folds, and I am swarmed by her peachy scent.

"Knight, please . . ."

"I want to hear everything I did in your head. You want to live it, don't you?"

My eyes lock with hers over her heaving chest, and she nods, biting into her lip as her cheeks flush deeper, and the color almost blends with her hair. "You . . . uhm, shoved my knees open . . . Oh!"

She cries when I grab her thighs and wrench them open, exposing her glistening sex further, and my first instinct is to bury my face and lap at her arousal, but I intend to let her play this part. When it's my turn, there will be little control on her side.

"What next?" I manage through gritted teeth.

"Then you leaned in and kissed my— Oh, yes, like that!" she cries, her back arching off the bed when I plant a wet kiss over her sex before diving in with a snarl. She cries out her instructions as I bury my face in her intoxicating scent, dragging my tongue wetly over her valley and lapping up at her arousal until she's speaking gibberish.

She's close, I can tell by how her thighs shake.

My cock throbs harshly with the need to come, and I realize I won't last much longer. My mouth closes hotly over her swollen nub and teases it with the tip of my tongue, sending her thrashing on the couch as an orgasm rocks her body. She jerks as I lap at her sex and draw out her orgasm until she's nothing but a whimpering mess.

Tremors course through her when I push back up, my eyes hungry and body strung tight with the need to be inside her.

"Feel better?" I rasp, licking at my lips, and I wait for her nod before I flip her around to face the couch, exposing her perfect taut ass, and fuck, she is a fucking masterpiece. Everything about this girl is unreal, but I remind myself that this moment is real and Rhea is mine. When she gets up on her knees, I almost shoot into my pants. I wrestle with my zipper and my hands fumble with the waistband of my jeans before I manage to tug them down my thighs. My cock is angry and leaking when I finally guide it to her wet pussy. "I'm going to fuck you hard, baby. I can't wait!

"Knight!" she cries out when I slide my length into her pulsing sex in a single move, filling her with every last inch of me.

She whimpers when I tunnel my fingers through her hair and grab a fistful, tugging gently as I pull out and slam back in deep. "Is this why you couldn't be satisfied?" I ask, gripping her hair tightly and thrusting home, each move harder than the last. "Did you need my cock to fill your tight little cunt?"

"Yes!" she cries. "Yes, please . . . faster!"

I oblige, gripping her waist with my free hand and ramming into her so hard, we move the couch. I pick up my tempo and am rewarded by her high-pitched moan. She doesn't hold back her cries as I rock into her with the vengeance of a hungry man, rutting her into the couch until she's sobbing my name.

She makes a surprised sound when I slap her perfect ass in three quick smacks, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock and almost pushing me to the edge, telling me just how much she loves that, my dirty little lover.

"Let me see you, Rhea," I growl, spinning her around so her back is on the couch before plunging back into her sex. Her lust-filled eyes lock on mine even as she wraps her legs around me, rotating her hips as I slam my length into her. "Touch yourself, I want to feel you come with me."

She nods eagerly, dropping her fingers between us and rubbing her clit in circles as I drive into her in fast, unmeasured thrusts. It only takes a few thrusts before she stiffens and her lips part in a loud, pleasured scream that no doubt makes its way to a few other apartments. She jerks under me, her muscles spasming around my cock and pushing me off the edge along with her. My cock erupts in thick pulses of cum in an orgasm that is more intense than anything I have ever experienced before. I pin her down on the couch and pump into her like a crazy bastard as her tight pussy milks me of every last drop of my seed.

"I love you," I grind out, taking her mouth in a long kiss as I slow my thrusts to a lazy rhythm. "I love you, Rhea. You're mine."

I notice panic flash in her eyes at my words, and I realize that we might as well get to talking now that I am not dying to rut her like some sex-starved maniac. We have a lot to discuss, but the most important thing has already been voiced.

I love Rhea, and she is mine. The rest is just semantics.

Perhaps I always have and didn't realize it until she disappeared the first time. I let her go back then, and she's been running ever since.

It's time I laid claim to my girl once and for all.