Black Knight: A Friends to Enemies to Lovers Romance (Royal Elite Book 4)

I spend the next hour tossing and turning in bed and checking my phone like an obsessed freak.

Xander never responds to my texts.

I call, but there’s no answer.

Once, I read an article about the brain’s reaction when someone is scared. The first instinct is to run.

That’s what’s happening to me right now. I want to run to Xander’s house and find him. I want to run in the streets and search for him. If he’s fighting, I’ll pull him out of it and punch him in the chest for hurting his beautiful face.

If he’s drinking, I’ll confiscate the alcohol and punch him again for ruining his liver.

Okay, so maybe punching isn’t the right solution, but I’m nearly going out of my mind with worry here.

The showdown with Jeanine earlier didn’t put me out of my element as much as not knowing Xander’s fate.

Dark thoughts keep creeping into my mind. What if he’s hurt? What if he’s passed out somewhere and no one finds him? Worse, what if the wrong people find him?

I should call Lewis and –

A sound from my balcony jolts me. It’s like a bird or an insect. It happens again, and this time, I jump up from the bed.

I contemplate calling Dad, but it’s probably nothing that warrants waking him up.

Slowly, I slide the balcony’s door open. A gust of wind blows my hair back and seeps under my thin clothes, causing me to shiver. I’m about to peek outside when a strong hand wraps around my mouth and shoves me inside.

I shriek, but it’s muffled.

My limbs flail around and I try to fight, but then the rest of my senses kick in. Mint and ocean scent, the dimples, and his warmth.

Xander.

“Shh.” He throws me on the bed and kicks his shoes away before he follows.

And by follows, I mean he traps me underneath him, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand as his palm continues to cover my mouth.

The hardness of his body against mine sends shivers of pleasure between my thighs. The position is so intimate and close – so close.

“Is this how your fantasy starts, Green?” The glint in his eyes coupled with his dimples are a sight to behold.

I remember there’s something I want to ask, something I want to make sure of, but now that he’s imprisoning me like this, I’ve lost all thoughts.

I’m just glad he’s here, he’s safe, and he’s with me.

He’s the only thing that remains. His intense edge and his solid form. His body against mine, our breath mingling.

It should be forbidden to want someone this much.

To yearn for him this hard, even when he’s all over me.

I miss him already, and he just got here.

“Do you know what I’ll do to you now?” He hovers over me, his lips inches away from my throat.

I shake my head once.

He grins, the motion sly, and even his dimples appear sinister. “That’s the point. The fantasy is yours, but the direction will be all mine.”

He releases my mouth and I exhale harshly into the air. It takes effort to suck breaths into my starved lungs.

Xander yanks my top to above my breasts and I moan as he grabs one roughly.

“These perfect tits are mine.” His mouth latches on my nipple, teasing it against his teeth.

My back arches off the bed due to the strength of the stimuli. Is it crazy that I’m about to orgasm here and now?

No idea if it’s because of the position, the torturing sensation in my hardened nipples, or the fact that he’s dominating my being right now.

His other hand reaches between us and he shoves down my pyjamas and underwear in one go.

The tips of his fingers sample my tender folds before he cups me. “This cunt is fucking mine.”

“And if I say no?” I challenge, and it’s just that, a challenge. A way to rile him up because I might be going out of my mind with pleasure and I want him to give me his all.

To show me his true self – uncut, imperfect, but so utterly whole.

“No, as in it’s not mine?” His tone is calm, but his grip tightens around my core, creating delicious friction.

“Yes.”

“Oh, you fucked up, Green.”

He releases me for a beat to fumble with his jeans. “You know what will happen now?”

“No?” I don’t know why it came out as a question, but I’m too aroused to think about that at the moment.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll only want to be mine. Now, tomorrow, and fucking always.”

Xander lifts both my legs so they’re resting on his shoulders. “Keep them there.”

I do, even though I’m shaking, my body whirling with that need for something, anything.

The build-up will kill me any second now.

He slams inside me so deep, I can feel him all the way inside. Oh, God.

My mouth opens in a wordless cry.

With my hands above my head, I’m too helpless to move or try to wiggle free – not that I want to.

It takes one thrust, one single thrust, and I’m screaming my orgasm.

He shoves a palm against my mouth, muting the sound as he powers into me. With every thrust, he hits a magical spot that drives me insane.

I don’t even come down from the first orgasm, and another one bleeds into it. My continuous shriek is interrupted by his rhythm. The way he’s muffling my mouth and pinning my hands over my head while owning my body is more than a fantasy, it’s undoing me.

It’s finding pieces of me I never thought were there.

It’s belonging in its truest, rawest form.

His pace escalates with a strength that leaves me breathless.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”

He releases inside me with a groan. I feel so full of him, it’s making me delirious.

I’m panting. My hair sticks to my nape and temples with sweat. Perspiration covers my entire body and shines on his hard muscles.

I’m still shaking so bad, I don’t think I’ll ever come down off this high.

So this is what it means to be thoroughly fucked.

Xan doesn’t pull out of me, but he lays my feet on the mattress. His hot lips make their way up my belly, my breasts, and my neck before he removes his hand and claims my mouth in a rough kiss. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

And then he’s moving inside me again, slow and measured, almost as if he’s savouring my body for the very first time.

Another type of pleasure grips me, one that’s filled with years of longing, of missed chances, and toxic habits.

Xander and I started with a tragedy, but we found company in it. We fought our pain with hugs and kisses and small touches.

Now, we’re fighting it in a different way. Now, we’ll taste it on each other’s tongue and see it in the scars left behind, whether physical or emotional.

And with pain comes release.

With pain comes freedom.

I’ve never felt freer than when I’m held down by him.

He’s slowly but surely taking away my pain, and I’ll also take his.

He might have been my knight, but I’ll be his now. I’ll bring back his armour and his sword.

So he can stop the war.

His hips jerk with the power of his thrusts. The moment he flicks my clit, I’m a goner again.

Completely. Thoroughly. With no way back.

“I’m going to miss this, Green,” he grunts. “I’m going to miss you when I’m gone.”