Black Knight (Royal Elite #4) by Rina Kent

The tips of his fingers sample my tender folds before he cups me. “This cunt is fucking mine.”

“And if I say no?” I challenge, and it’s just that, a challenge. A way to rile him up because I might be going out of my mind with pleasure and I want him to give me his all.

To show me his true self – uncut, imperfect, but so utterly whole.

“No, as in it’s not mine?” His tone is calm, but his grip tightens around my core, creating delicious friction.

“Yes.”

“Oh, you fucked up, Green.”

He releases me for a beat to fumble with his jeans. “You know what will happen now?”

“No?” I don’t know why it came out as a question, but I’m too aroused to think about that at the moment.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll only want to be mine. Now, tomorrow, and fucking always.”

Xander lifts both my legs so they’re resting on his shoulders. “Keep them there.”

I do, even though I’m shaking, my body whirling with that need for something, anything.

The build-up will kill me any second now.

He slams inside me so deep, I can feel him all the way inside. Oh, God.

My mouth opens in a wordless cry.

With my hands above my head, I’m too helpless to move or try to wiggle free – not that I want to.

It takes one thrust, one single thrust, and I’m screaming my orgasm.

He shoves a palm against my mouth, muting the sound as he powers into me. With every thrust, he hits a magical spot that drives me insane.

I don’t even come down from the first orgasm, and another one bleeds into it. My continuous shriek is interrupted by his rhythm. The way he’s muffling my mouth and pinning my hands over my head while owning my body is more than a fantasy, it’s undoing me.

It’s finding pieces of me I never thought were there.

It’s belonging in its truest, rawest form.

His pace escalates with a strength that leaves me breathless.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”

He releases inside me with a groan. I feel so full of him, it’s making me delirious.

I’m panting. My hair sticks to my nape and temples with sweat. Perspiration covers my entire body and shines on his hard muscles.

I’m still shaking so bad, I don’t think I’ll ever come down off this high.

So this is what it means to be thoroughly fucked.

Xan doesn’t pull out of me, but he lays my feet on the mattress. His hot lips make their way up my belly, my breasts, and my neck before he removes his hand and claims my mouth in a rough kiss.

And then he’s moving inside me again, slow and measured, almost as if he’s savouring my body for the very first time.

Another type of pleasure grips me, one that’s filled with years of longing, of missed chances, and toxic habits.

Xander and I started with a tragedy, but we found company in it. We fought our pain with hugs and kisses and small touches.

Now, we’re fighting it in a different way. Now, we’ll taste it on each other’s tongue and see it in the scars left behind, whether physical or emotional.

And with pain comes release.

With pain comes freedom.

I’ve never felt freer than when I’m held down by him.

He’s slowly but surely taking away my pain, and I’ll also take his.

He might have been my knight, but I’ll be his now. I’ll bring back his armour and his sword.

So he can stop the war.

His hips jerk with the power of his thrusts. The moment he flicks my clit, I’m a goner again.

Completely. Thoroughly. With no way back.

“I’m going to miss this, Green,” he grunts. “I’m going to miss you when I’m gone.”





37





Xander





There are a few expressions I never want to witness again on Kim’s face.

The first is that pale, hollow one with her wrists slit.

The second is seeing her cry, because she does it with so much pain, it rips me open.

The third is the fake look and the smiles she’s forced in the past in order to appear normal.

Now, I find another one.

Fear.

As she lies in my arms while we’re facing each other, she stares at me with widened eyes and her chin trembles, although she’s clearly trying to control it.

It’s not working.

She’s about to break down and there’s no way around it.

As I watch her, I wish there was an option where I could stop it. If it means I have to rip my heart out and lay it before her on a plate, then so fucking be it.

“W-what is that supposed to mean?”

I say nothing. I don’t know what to say.

She grips my bicep with her tiny hand. I can’t help staring at those scars – long, disfigured, and a witness of the time she had no other way to go. Even though the bracelet hides some of them, they’re still visible and angry against the world.

A world I’m leaving her alone in.

“Xander, you said you’ll miss me. Where are you going?” she insists.

I take her hand in mine and brush my lips against her scars, and like every fucking time, she shivers, as if I’m not kissing her skin but her soul.

“To heal,” I say against her most beautiful part. The proof she’s a survivor.