Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(46)

There it was. Confusion again.

“Pardon?” I whispered back.

“You’ve carried a heavy load for a long f**kin’ time, Anya. You trust me, I take that burden. Don’t look into this shit, ask around and make assumptions. You are not wearin’ that dress because I’m what’s considered a classic Dominant. You dress yourself. You eat what you want. You live your life. But you trust me, you keep lettin’ me in, I share your load. And you give me you, we work out, in it for the long haul, I swear, baby, I’ll be happy to take it all and let you live free.”

And there it was. Sweet.

My tension ebbed away as my belly melted and I whispered, “Knight –”

“Anya, baby, I wanna take you home but I still got shit to do. And I want you to sit right where you are while I do it. Then I’ll take you home. Then I’ll take you to bed. Then you’ll sleep with me. We’re done talking. I laid it out. You get me. I’m givin’ you time. Tomorrow, you decide.”

I licked my lips.

Knight’s thumb stroked my cheek.

Then, it wasn’t lost on me all it said about me, about him, about how I was with him already, when I whispered, “Okay.”

One side of his lips curved up and I knew it wasn’t lost on him either.

Then he sat back, pulled his phone out of his inside jacket pocket and hit some buttons.

And like I agreed, I sat in his lap while he did the shit he had to do.

Chapter Nine

Whatever You Want

I walked into the huge garage, cars all around, some nothing but shells, some elevated on those greasy pole thingies with lights hanging from their undercarriages, some with hoods up.

But I was moving toward the middle where there was a large, elegant rug, graceful furniture and soft lighting.

All around there were homeys wearing jeans that hung so low, you could see their underwear and baseball caps that peaked high and the bills were off to the side.

Reclined on the couch was Vivica in an evening gown that looked like it was made of crystal.

Her tawny eyes came to me.

“Hold the f**k on,” she whispered.

I blinked.

Then I woke up and felt the unexplainably soft, sleek, cool silkiness of satin sheets surrounding me.

I opened my eyes and saw black satin and beyond, ivory walls, the sun shining through French windows I couldn’t see.

Last night, Knight made calls, took calls, did shit at his desk, all with me in his lap, all without explaining any of it to me.

Then he took me out back where his Aston Martin was waiting and took me to his place, leading me directly to his room.

“Couple more calls, babe,” he muttered. “Bed for you.”

Then he kissed my forehead and sauntered out.

I examined the room, my head full, fear clashing with curiosity then I moved across it to the chests of drawers and opened some until I found Knight’s tees. I took the one off the top, went to his bathroom and found it was as opulent as the bedroom and decorated entirely in ivory. No color, not even black. Nothing. But every tile, gleaming fixture, light and accessory was fit for a king.

I had nothing to clean my face or moisturize and I didn’t know if I should. Then I thought it would be uncool to get makeup on Knight’s sheets. So I undressed, pulled on his tee and used his handwash to do it.

Then I left the bedroom, smoothed my dress out on the back of his couch, lined my shoes up perfectly at the side, walked up the steps and slid into his bed.

The sheets. Divine.

Seriously.

Surprisingly with all that was happening, all Knight said, not surprisingly considering it was way late, my mind unjumbled and I fell almost immediately to sleep.

Now it was morning and I had a decision to make.

Before I could put my thoughts in order to do just that, an arm curled around my belly and I was pulled to my back.

Then Knight was on top of me.

On top of me!

I blinked up at him and before I could get out even a, “Good morning,” his mouth was on mine where he growled, “Open for me.”

My stomach dropped but my mouth opened.

Knight kissed me.

It was not a sweet good morning kiss. It was hungry, hard and his usual marauding. He ended it with my arms around him holding on tight like I was about to fall and I needed him to catch me.

His head moved back an inch and his eyes captured mine.

“You agree?” he asked, his voice thick at the same time still rough with sleep.

Amazing.

Oh God.

I needed to think and not with his hard, heavy, warm body crushing me to the bed, his hard, demanding kiss boggling my mind and his thick, rough, sexy voice doing a number on me.

“Anya, you agree?” he pushed.

“Knight, I need –”

“Gonna take you now,” he cut me off. “Right now, Anya, not waiting. Do you agree?”

“Please,” I whispered.

“You either get that you want it or you don’t. Do you agree?”

“Knight.”

“Do… you… agree?”

Oh God.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His eyes darkened immediately, pupils dilating so fast I was mesmerized and his face dipped so it was a breath away.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.”

Then his hands were in his tee starting to pull up.