Knight & Play

You deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserved to be fucked until you can’t stand up.

He’s a fucking fool” Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.” “I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.” “Yes.” … “Would it help if we fucked?

Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in response. “And fucking beautiful.” His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget everything else,” he said, “And Get. On. That. Bed.

You asked me in Paris how many women I'd loved. I said one. I should have said two." He cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. "As a child I loved my mother, and as a man I love you.

Sex with Lucien was a cross between the most sweeping romantic movie and the filthiest porn flick: he was feather gentle and filthy erotic all at the same time.

The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.

Some time just after one and somewhere in between awake and asleep, Sophie moved beneath him again. Tangled limbs. Entwined fingers. Damp cheeks. Bruised hearts.

He screwed the glass dildo as deep as it would go inside her and traced letters on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. P… she shuddered R… she arched I… she moaned N… she gasped his name C… “Lucien...” E… she came S… and came S… and she came.

Come in, Ms. Black. I won’t bite.” She walked across the room. “… unless you want me to?” he murmured as an afterthought…

You’re not leaving me.” Her voice steadied as she took the bag from him and stepped back. “I’m leaving you.

The girl was 80% kitten and 20% lioness and he considered it his mission to make her roar.

Don’t lie to yourself because you feel guilty, Sophie. He’s cheating, and you deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserve to be fucked until you can’t stand up.” Sophie stared at him and her insides twisted with desire.

Pleasure so exquisite that her entire body thrummed with it, and emotions so expansive and consuming that she didn't know where Lucien ended and she began.

Would it help if we fucked?” Sophie laughed and put her hands to her cheeks in shock.

She didn’t laugh, just dropped the bag inside the door. “You asked me to stay with you until Sunday. I’m all yours.

He hadn’t intended this to happen in quite such a vanilla way, but one look at Sophie’s vulnerable face and his hunter-protector gene had kicked in hard. Most of all he’d wanted to settle her, to comfort her, to gentle rather than shock her into submission.

En todas las historias que había amado de niña, el caballero no rescataba a la princesa y luego se la devolvía directamente al príncipe malvado.

You’re wasted on the occasional bout of missionary sex with a disinterested man.

…you don’t want this job if you’re in any way prudish.” “I am not prudish. For God’s sake, I’m no blushing virgin, I’m a married woman.” For a second, Lucien looked genuinely taken aback and his eyes flickered to her left hand. “You’re married?

Her feisty interludes turned him on, and he wanted to push her into situations that encouraged the tigress in her to come out more often. The girl shimmered with untapped sexual potential. Her dick of a husband obviously wasn’t able to see what he could see…

Disbelief. Pain. Resolve. Christ, she was exquisite. He was going to screw her ten different ways until she couldn’t stand up, and then send her home to wipe the floor with that man.

He was the most enigmatic man she'd ever met. On the one hand he was a Thor-like sex warrior, perfectly at home slinking around the debaucherous outposts of his commercial empire, and on the other hand he was a man who craved his solitude and privacy and loved this rare and extra-ordinary setting. It was a heady combination, and it left Sophie wanting very much to know the roots of this man who existed between the two extremes.

Was there a degenerate sex goddess lurking beneath her innocent skin?

The amused heat in Lucien eyes scorched her. In that moment she wasn’t ordinary Sophie Black, builder’s PA and invisible wife. She was sexy and sophisticated Ms. Black, able to stop Viking sex-gods in their tracks with just a few little words. She noticed the way Lucien’s throat worked as he swallowed before he spoke. “You start in the morning. Nine o’ clock sharp. Don’t be late, Ms. Black.

That’s excellent, Sophie.” He cleared his throat and snapped the vibrations off, giving Sophie a couple of seconds to gather herself together as he returned to his seat. “I think we can send this one to production,” he said.

The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar. Sexual potential shone out of her like a beacon, and her insistence otherwise only made him want to prove her wrong even more. Besides, there was the small matter of her husband. If there was one thing that really made Lucien’s skin crawl, it was men who treated women badly.

I don’t think I’m going to let you wear knickers again this week.” The man was lethal. This was all a big game to him, and he was a world-class player.

No running. Watch her come. Can you see how close she is, Sophie? Lucein rocked his cock into her hand against her backside. See how pink she is. Christ... Lucein whispered. You're even more beautiful, Sophie.

He wasn’t a man given to romance, but the perfect weight of this woman in his arms and the majesty of the skies above them filled him with an unexpected sense of peace. Moments later he carried her