Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“It’s okay, doll,” he murmurs, his hands squeezing my thighs, and it’s clear from his tone that he’s struggling with this just as much as I am. “You’re okay. I’m not judging you. I just need to understand. I can’t—fuck. I can’t make this go away if I don’t know what he wants.”
“Me.” I say blatantly. “He just . . . wants me.”
Knight is silent for a minute, simply trying to make sense of everything and remain calm, doing everything in his power not to turn this into an interrogation. “What happened after?”
“Nothing,” I say. “The second I . . . finished, he let go of me and left. But he stopped at the door and said, Ready or not, kitten. I’m coming for you, which reiterates that this is nothing more than a twisted game to him.”
“Okay,” he says with a nod, clearly deep in thought. “This is good news. Games have rules, and he’s set out his rules for you, which means he likes structure. He’s probably playing by a set of his own rules, and that means he’ll be predictable.”
“Killing those two men for touching me in the club sure as fuck wasn’t predictable.”
“Wasn’t it? He’s killed before to send you a message. He clearly didn’t appreciate having other men all over you, and so he felt the need to send another message. It’s a pattern.”
Shit.
“Tell me what happened in the club.”
Double shit.
I cringe, and I know he sees the guilt in my eyes.
“He touched you again?”
I nod and my cringe deepens, the guilt radiating out of me, daring him to question me.
“He fucked you?”
“More like I fucked him.”
His brow arches, and I clarify. “You saw me. I was drunk. Really fucking drunk, and when I saw him there, I had this moment of fear, but then he didn’t hurt me the night before, and I figured, if I played his little game, he’d get what he wanted and leave. I’d also gotten in my head that he might have been you. He’s tall and built, and I was thinking that if it were you, you would never have hurt me. So I went up to him, and just like in my room, he made me come, and it was so good, but then he went to leave and I—.”
“What did you do, Harper?”
“I pulled him back and said something about him having his fun and now it was my turn, and I took him over to one of those private booth things, and I just . . . did it all. I went down on him and just when he was about to finish, he grabbed me and straddled me over his lap, and I just went for it.”
“Fuck, Harper. You stole control of the game. You changed his rules.”
I drag my hands down my face and Knight pulls me into his arms, my face crushing against his strong chest. “What am I going to do?” I groan, my words muffled by his shirt.
“Well, for starters, let’s try not fucking the serial killer.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Probably wasn’t your finest moment.”
I resist giving him a hard stare. Most men in his position would just agree with me to make things better, but not Knight. He doesn’t bother to hold back. He calls it as he sees it, and honestly, I like that in a man.
A heaviness settles over me like a torrential storm when Knight pulls back and wraps his big hand around the base of my throat, using his thumb to force my chin up, meeting his heavy stare. “I just have one question,” he murmurs, his tone dropping low as he holds me captive with those dark, tantalizing eyes.
“And what’s that?”
His thumb brushes along my jaw, and his touch makes me forget about everything else. “Did he make your legs shake the way I do?” he murmurs. “Does he fill you and make you scream the way I can? Does your tight little cunt squeeze him like you do to me?”
A grin pulls across my lips, and I lean in closer, desperately wishing he would close the gap between us. “That was three questions.”
“Answer,” he demands in that bossy tone that somehow always turns me on.
My thighs clench on the table, and I shake my head, my hand slipping up the front of his shirt, my fingers splaying across his warm skin. “Nobody feels like you do,” I tell him in a breathy whisper. “Nobody can fill me like you. Nobody can take me as deep as you do. He’s good, great even, but the way you make me come is unmatched. You destroy me, Knight. You shatter me like glass every time your hands are on my body.”
He leans in, his lips barely a breath away as his hands tighten on my thighs. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, doll. But you belong to me. Understand that. You will never be his, no matter how hard he fucks you, how many times he sneaks into your bedroom and makes you come on his fingers. You’re mine.”