Page 100 of Knight’s Dominion

He gritted his teeth to stop the growl from ripping past his lips, then gave up and let it free.

She jumped a foot in the air, but instead of freaking out, she landed crouched in a battle pose. His dick instantly got hard.

"Jesus Christ.” She scowled, straightening. “You scared the crap out of me."

His gaze tracked her, stalking her, his blood pumping. He carefully placed his sword on the table behind him and turned back to her. Christ, he was positive he could hear her pulse race faster all the way across the room.

“You remember what I said when I left you earlier?” His voice was nothing but rusted steel.

She nodded, her delicate nostrils flaring.

“You know what’s about to happen?”

Her face flushed, the scent of her arousal already reaching him. “Yes.”

Chaos had no control over what happened next.

In minutes she was naked, her clothes tatters at her feet, and his cuffs were locked around her wrists. He’d hoisted her up in his arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked on a shaky exhale and licked her lips.

He didn’t answer as he carried her across the living room. There was a hook in the ceiling he used for a heavy bag occasionally, and he headed for it.

“Arms up,” he said, all monster.

She did as he said, her pale skin flushing darker and her breath quickening.

He secured the cuffs over the hook above her head, and she had no choice but to lock her long, sleek, bare legs around his hips. Fuck, yes. This soothed both him and his demon. He was in total control. She was bound. Couldn’t get away from him. For a short time, he had her here, with him. Safe.

He could feel her heat, how wet she was, through his shirt against his stomach.

With a hiss, he tore open his jeans, freeing his cock. “I’ve wanted you in my cuffs for so fucking long, Grace, you have no idea.” He dragged the fat head of his cock through her drenched folds. “But every time this perfect, tight-as-fuck pussy distracts me, and all I can think about is getting inside it.”

She whimpered.

He nipped her jaw. “Gonna fuck you now.”

Her tits shook with her ragged breaths. “Get on with it, then.”

He gripped her tight ass and slapped it. “Do not test me, female.”

She gasped, then opened her mouth to fire back some smart-assed comment, but he slammed up inside her, filling her with every hard inch.

She screamed and instantly started coming, shaking and squeezing down on him, clutching at his dick over and over.

Chaos leaned back, hands still on her ass, holding her where he wanted her, and pounded into her, hard and fast. Her body jarred with every thrust, face dark, eyes heavy, those long legs holding on to him tight. Satisfaction dripped from her, her cries of more filling his head, and as much as he wanted to lose himself in her, he couldn’t.

Fucking each other into oblivion was easy. He wanted more. All of her.

This moment was a turning point. He had to show her that he could give her everything she needed, that she could let go with him like she hadn’t with anyone else. That she could trust him to take care of her the way she truly needed.

So gritting his teeth, fighting his own urgent need to blow inside her grasping, wet heat, he fucked her until she was about to come again—then quickly withdrew.

Grace cried out, shaking, cursing.

He nipped her puffy lower lip. “You don’t get to come again, not yet.”

She hadn't replied to his text messages, and then she’d fucking sneaked in, looking guilty as hell. What was she going to do, pretend she'd been here waiting for him for hours when he got home? She didn’t trust him. He fucking needed her trust, and he was going to earn it, starting right now.