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“Good girl,” he said, his mouth against the soft spot right under my ear.

Then he started rubbing me, his lips moving against my neck and his teeth brushing against my skin in a sharp nip that made me cry out with a sudden, rushing need for him.

CHAPTER 16

SARAYA

I WRITHED AGAINST HIS hand, grinding against him without a thought as to how it would appear to an outsider.

Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck what anyone else might think about it. Knight was doing his level best to drive me crazy with his fingers, and right now, that was the only thing that mattered.

His left hand had wrapped itself around my neck, keeping me as still as possible against the wall while the water rushed over us. His right hand, meanwhile...

He turned it to force my thighs even farther apart, then used it to lift one of my legs up and wrap it around his waist, leaving me completely exposed to him. When his fingers came back to my center, he spread my folds, breathing out sharply against my neck.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he moaned. “So ready for me already.”

My hips jerked at having his hand so close to where I wanted it. “I guess that’s just what you do to me,” I breathed. “Dammit, please. Stop teasing.”

He drew back and looked down at me. “Teasing? Is that what I’m doing?”

I could see by the smile caught in the corner of his mouth that he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was indeed teasing me—and on purpose. And I was about to say something smart to him, to tell him exactly what I thought about the way he was handling this whole thing, when he suddenly sank a finger into me, then two, and started moving them up and down.

My head went back of its own accord, my spine growing weak at the sudden explosion of sensation roiling through me. I moaned aloud, trying—and failing—to keep myself quiet, knowing that there were men right outside our room who were no doubt not only still awake but possibly listening for any sound from their leader.

Men who would hear me if I screamed the way I wanted to.

I sealed my lips together, and Knight bit me softly, still working his fingers in and out. His voice, when he spoke, was anything but soft. “What, no scream for me, little girl? No calling out my name, no moaning about how good I feel? And here I thought you wanted me.”

“I do want you,” I gasped, terribly aroused by the feeling of not being in control of the situation. I’d never experienced Knight like this. He’d never been anything but sweet and kind to me—rough, but taking care of me at the same time.

This raw need from him to do things quickly, roughly, without telling me what he was going to do was both terrifying and incredibly sexy, and I didn’t think I could get enough of it.

I also wanted to push him further. Something inside me, something manic and masochistic, wanted to see how far he’d go with this. I wanted to see whether he’d take me the way he wanted to.

I wanted to see whether being reckless for just this moment, just between us, would make either of us feel any better about what had happened to our friends.

So I turned my face and bit him on the cheek, hissing, “Want me to scream? I guess you’d better work harder, then.”

I’d barely finished my sentence before he stooped down, grabbed my ass, and jerked me up, slamming me back against the wall in the same move and holding me so that my face was even with his.

“You want me to work harder?” he muttered, his eyes burning into me as he wrapped my legs around his waist, opening my center up to him. “Is that what you want?”

Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he—

His cock slammed into me so suddenly and so deeply that I did scream for him then, out of surprise and something that walked a fine line between fear and deep, utter satisfaction. Then he started moving in and out of me, holding me pressed against the wall while his hips pumped, sliding his cock all the way out and then driving it back in like he was some sort of machine. I rode every thrust, unable to get away or stop him, and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body so primed to orgasm that I felt like I was walking a knife’s edge.

So close. I was so close, and I didn’t know whether I was screaming in pain or pleasure so extreme that I’d never even imagined that it existed. The world around us disappeared, along with all the stresses of the day, and we were the only two people in the universe, connected by our mouths, our gazes, and the point where he’d sunk himself deeply inside of me. He drove in again and again, growling wordlessly in my ear with every pump, and I could feel him stiffening. Feel him working harder and starting to lose control. And I knew he was walking that knife’s edge with me. We were both chasing that escape, that ability to forget what had happened to us today.

We were chasing the high together.

And when we reached it, we both cried out, his body pumping into mine like I was home, and my body welcoming him like he was the only thing that had ever completed me.

TEN MINUTES LATER, we climbed into bed still wet from the shower and breathing hard from what I could only call his attack on my body. We were both exhausted and nearly crying with fatigue, but the anger had left his eyes, and I felt like I could breathe again.

Yes, I still blamed myself for what had happened to Tinker, and I still felt I had a lot of making up to do. I couldn’t forgive myself for Tink’s death, and I wasn’t sure I ever would. But I was finding a way to think past the pain and guilt.

I didn’t know if Knight had done the right thing, keeping me at his clubhouse rather than returning me like Devil had demanded.