Ruthless Knight: Chapter 31

The next few days are amazing.

It feels like we live here in Saint-Tropez and this is our life.

Knight and I either spend our time in bed tangled with each other, sightseeing on the mainland where we wine and dine in the best restaurants, or with his mother and Maurice.

Yesterday, I went to the gallery in Marseille, where I saw many more of Elodie’s masterpieces and other works from Knight.

Apparently, that’s what he does, too. He finishes a certain amount of pieces a year, and they’re shipped over to the gallery either for sale or for display.

I’ve learned more about him in the five days we’ve been here than in the last six weeks.

We have two days left here, then it’s back to New York.

I keep wondering what will happen when we get back. Out here, we act like a couple, like we’re really newlyweds, and it doesn’t feel like we’re on a stage.

We’re sitting on the beach now with Elodie and Maurice. It’s super late, but we have a bonfire going that Knight made.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, so all his sexiness is on show. His beard is also a little fuller, giving him that rugged edge I go crazy for.

Knight is beside Maurice, getting the next round of marshmallows ready while Maurice regales us with ghost stories about the island. I’m next to Elodie. The two of us are sitting on one blanket while we snuggle together under another.

Weeks ago, if anyone had ever told me I’d be sitting on the beach of Knight’s private Island snuggled with his mom while he roasts marshmallows and his stepfather tells us stories, I would have laughed them to scorn.

I also wouldn’t have known which of those parts sounded more incredulous and unbelievable, yet here we are.

“And that’s a wrap. The bottom line is, the island is haunted by all sorts of ghosts,” Maurice says in his TV presenter voice. “The worst of them all is the weeping witch, but chances are you won’t see her except in an eclipse.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.” Elodie laughs with a shake of her head.

I’m not usually one for ghost stories because I scare easily, but his were very interesting and blockbuster-worthy. Maurice served us everything from pillaging pirates to sea witches, and cursed jewels that passed through the island.

“Thank you for providing some much-needed entertainment.” Knight laughs and hands us each a roasted marshmallow.

“My pleasure.” Maurice takes a bow.

Elodie laughs again. “You are so crazy.”

“Only for you.” He bows again.

“You better be.” She looks across at Knight, and he relaxes his shoulders. “I think it’s time we head out and leave you newlyweds to enjoy the night. Not much time left to go until you’re back home.”

“No, not much.”

Elodie brushes her shoulder against mine. “I’ll have your painting finished tomorrow evening so you can get a look at it.”

“Thank you. I’d like that.”

“I hope I did you justice.”

“I don’t think you ever have to worry about that.” I saw parts of it already, and there’s no question on whether she did me justice. She made me look amazing and to me, better than what I look like in real life.

“We’ll see.” She stands, and Maurice joins her. “Good night, you two. Enjoy.”

“Bye.” I wave, and they head back to their car.

When they drive away, I look back at Knight and find him already gazing at me. His eyes are bright with desire like he’s drinking me in.

During the course of the last few days, I’ve remembered parts of my drunken disaster. The most relevant, being me telling him he broke me when I saw him with Chelle, then him telling me his favorite parts about one of my first articles.

As I look at him now, I still can’t believe he actively sought out my work and read it enough to have favorite parts.

“You’re giving me that look again,” I mutter, pulling the blanket closer to my chest.

“I give you several looks.” His mouth quirks into a grin, and he flexes his muscles, leaning forward and allowing the light from the fire to flicker over his bare skin.

“You’re looking at me like you’re trying to figure me out.”

“I’m always trying to figure you out. Right now, I’m wondering what you’ll write about next. What wild fantasies will you conjure up as Cordelia Harris?”

I try to hide a smile but fail. “I have a few new ones.”

“Tell me what they are, Goddess.”

I think for a moment, then decide to play. “In one of them, my heroine has just arrived at the beach and sees a guy coming out of the sea. When he notices her watching him, he walks over, and the two start talking. He’s a straight-to-the-point kind of guy, so he just kisses her when he realizes they like each other.”

Knight grins. “I like where this is going, but that sounds way too Hallmark for you. Where’s the dirt?”

“He takes her clothes off right there.”

His smile widens and his gaze roams over me. “Now we’re talking.” In the flicker of the orange flames, the lust-filled stare he gives me looks sexier. “But are there people around?”

“No, it’s almost evening, and that part of the beach is always empty at that time.”

“I see.” He moves closer and pulls the blanket from my legs, then he takes my left foot and runs a finger from the tips of my toes right up to my ankle. “Keep going. Tell me what he does to her next.”

“He tells her to spread her legs.”

His lips brush my knees, and he kisses his way up to my inner thigh. “Keep going.”

“He starts eating her out.”

“Oh yeah?” His deep baritone sounds deeper.

“Yes.”

“Tell me more.”

My mind struggles when his hands flutter over the zipper of my shorts and he pulls it down.

“He um…” My breath hitches when he pulls my shorts and panties down together, casting them to the side and leaving me with my bare pussy exposed to him.

“Keep going.” He grins wide and wild, reaching for my top.

“He eats her out until she comes.”

Knight takes off my top and bra, and now I’m completely naked.

“What else does he do to her?” His lips close over my left nipple, and he draws it into his mouth to suck.

He begins alternating between sucking and licking my breasts, and the words slip from my mind. “He…” I moan, arching against him.

“Keep going, Goddess. Tell me your fantasy while I taste every inch of you.” Every word spoken from his lips heightens my senses, and I lose my mind when he slides down to my pussy and begins eating me out. “I want to hear more, Aurora.”

“I can’t… that feels too good.” Against the cool night air, my skin feels hotter than ever against his lips.

“Does that mean I’m better than your fantasy?” He nips at my clit and takes his time licking at the folds of my pussy lips until I can feel my juices leaking out of my passage. “Answer me, Goddess.”

“Yesss.” God, everything he’s doing to me feels so damn good.

“Good, because the next time you have a fantasy, that guy needs to be me,” he murmurs, with a smile in his words. My body trembles as he continues his feasting, then he swaps from his tongue to his fingers so he can look at me.

“Knight—”

My voice cuts as he adds another finger and starts finger-fucking me, taking complete control over my body.

“That fantasy guy needs to be me stripping you naked on my beach. He needs to be me spreading your legs wide and eating out your sweet pussy until you come.”

As soon as he says that word, I come.

I grab his shoulders, moaning my release.

“Knight…I…” I can’t talk, and I don’t know how he can remain so calm when I’m unraveling against him like I’m going to evaporate.

“You know this is only the beginning, Goddess. Our end is always going to be me inside you.”

He crushes his mouth to mine for a hungry kiss, then guides me to my hands and knees.

I’m still soaked and throbbing from my orgasm, but my body welcomes him when he slams into my passage.

He slides his hands up to grip my hips and drives deeper into me, making me cry out.

His thick cock stretches my pussy with his deep hard thrusts, then he speeds up.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible, Aurora,” he murmurs.

We move like that until we find a steady pace, and he has my already throbbing body aching for release again.

The second orgasm takes me, making my whole body quiver. That makes him pound harder. My breasts bounce against my chest, and I feel like I’m on fire.

He pounds harder and faster, then groans his finish. His cock stabbing into me makes me come again, and I scream.

It takes a while for us to climb down from the high. When we do, he pulls me close to lie next to him, with his arm slipped around me.

Together we lie there, our limbs entangled, our eyes locked on one another, and he guides me to rest my head on his chest.

We stay just like that until we’re ready for round two, and Knight is back inside me again. We repeat that cycle all night, making the sand our bed under the covers of the starry sky, and I find myself wishing this moment could last forever.

Even if I know it can’t.

No matter what I do, I know I mustn’t fall for my husband.

I know if he hurt me, there’d be no coming back.