Blurred Lines: Filthy Excerpt #1

The first rays of dawn broke across the horizon, bathing the port city in a dusty rose hue, the light catching against the teal waves and making them sparkle like a vast sea of liquid diamonds. The room was still dark, the fine silk drapes of the four poster bed casting deep shadows across its occupants.

Rin opened her eyes, slanting them against the light that was beginning to shine into her suite—she was nestled comfortably against a distinctly male physique, the rhythmic breathing of her partner signaling that he was still sound asleep. She turned her head upwards, catching a glimpse of his sleep softened features.

Knight’s sandy blonde hair was tousled wildly, his thick lashes casting long shadows across his sky high cheekbones. His sensually full lips were parted as he exhaled in slumber, the trace amounts of a five o’clock shadow covering his sharp jawline, adding a ruggedness to his modelesque looks.

As if aware of being watched, Knight’s eyes blinked open, his honeyed gaze dazed with languor.

“Mon chaton,” He murmured, his voice rough and husky from being awoken. Knight yawned before stretching languidly in bed, the early morning light highlighting the muscular planes of his bare torso. Rin couldn’t help herself, her emerald gaze sliding over his figure, drinking in the golden tan skin and the taut muscles that rippled beneath. Further still was the faint trail of hair that dipped below the sheets, forcing her gaze back up to meet Knight’s clearly amused stare.

“Don’t start something you cannot finish, chaton,” Knight murmured, dragging his own heated gaze down over her own figure, mentally stripping her of the forest green nightgown she wore. Rin matched his gaze, a wicked little smirk tilting up the corner of her mouth as fire burned through her veins, awakening the sensual vixen that lurked beneath the surface.

“Monsieur Klaude never gets the job done anyways,” Rin purred, rising to her knees to straddle Knight’s waist. his large hands settled against her hips as a possessive glimmer darkened his amber eyes.

“He wouldn’t know what to do with you even if he was given a year to learn,” Knight growled out, leaning up to brush first a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth, “where it took me three days to figure out how to make you scream my name as you shatter around my fingers, tongue, and cock.” He kissed Rin with a bruising force that she welcomed, nipping at his bottom lip in a taunt that begged for nothing less than complete dominance.

A sound that was partly a strangled groan and partly an animalistic growl came from deep within Knight’s chest as his fingers threaded their way into her raven locks, tugging at the hair to tip her head back, so that he could better ravage the elegant column of her throat. Rin relished in the way that being beneath his teeth felt more like home than with any other partner. She ground her hips against his, feeling that deliciously hot, throbbing length pressing against her with unspoken need.

Rin raked her manicured nails through his soft blonde locks, dragging him up from where he was nipping and sucking at the delicate skin of her neck, no doubt working to cover the bruised handprint that her previous client had left. A growl of disapproval met her lips as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, issuing a quick bite to its offended owner before sensually sucking a brief apology.

“Vixen,” Knight muttered, bringing his hands up to deftly undo the buttons of her nightgown—shredding them had only gotten him in the metaphorical doghouse in the past. Rin purred in amusement, shifting so she was on her knees again. She dipped her hand languidly below the sheets and his boxers, grasping the impressive length that was barely concealed by the silken fabric.

“Happy to see me, Chevalier?” Rin taunted, tightening her grasp on him, eliciting a hissed expletive from his lips. Knight’s hips bucked of their own accord, begging for more contact and she hummed in delight. To have a man at her absolute command was a high that could have rivaled the injections that the misbehaved girls received here at The Villa.

“Always,” Knight murmured, watching with hooded eyes as Rin slid down the long lean length of his body, pausing at the obvious tent that was concealed by her satin sheets. She smirked at him, dragging the material down, his boxers gone with the same movement, letting his erection spring free from its prison of fabrics.

Knight’s cock was worth admiring—exceedingly long and thick, and boasting a subtle curve upwards that always had his cock pointing towards his rock hard abs. Not a single trace of hair disrupted the magnificent view, having known that she would have commented on it otherwise. He was the most considerate—and the most well endowed—of all of her clients at The Villa.

Knight threaded his fingers through Rin’s silken locks, the color of a moonless sky, and guided her head down. The groan that escaped his full lips as that familiarly devilish mouth descended on him was music to her ears. Rin purred around his cock, the vibrations eliciting another strangled growl that was caught in his chest. She lowered her mouth, relaxing her throat to take more of him—more, and more and more of that beautiful cock until her nose brushed against his pelvis. Her nails traced ragged lines across his thighs as she held her position, swallowing around the pressure of his girth. His muscles flexed in feral pleasure as he watched her swallow him whole.

“Fuuuuck.” Knight swore slowly as she came back up, the lewd sound of his cock popping out of her mouth echoing in the near silent room. Before he could utter another word, Rin dipped back down, sucking and slurping in a way that wasn’t lady-like in the slightest, and had his hips arcing shamelessly to meet her sinful tongue and the pleasure it promised.

Rin smiled at the sounds that she could force from him, his cock sliding down her throat with the ease and familiarity of a welcomed lover. His fingers tangled in her hair added a pleasant sting of pain as he worked to guide her up and down his hard, heated length.

“Tu es l'incarnation du péché, mon chaton,” Knight hissed in French, the pleasure rendering him speechless of any other words. Living sin, he called her. Rin hummed in response, dragging another pleasure wracked sound from her lover.

“Only for you, Chevalier,” Rin whispered, gliding her lips up and down that delicious length, relishing in the slightly musky taste of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue decadently around his heated tip. Teasing. Stroking. Sucking as though he were the most delicious lollipop and this was her only chance to enjoy it.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the lewd act—it was truly one of her favorite activities when it involved him.

There was just something unexplainably exhilarating when she had a man completely at her mercy.

“Suffisant,” Knight rumbled, dragging Rin back upwards and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he flipped them over. He looked on with carnal satisfaction at the image she painted, naked and writhing wantonly against him.

“Beautiful,” Knight murmured, his mouth slipping aimlessly down her body as he swooped down to first tease her aching nipples, biting and sucking as though he had not one care in the world. Rin gasped out, arching her back in an effort to garner more of that mind numbing pleasure he wrought on her body. His fingers burned trails along her skin until they arrived at the apex of her thighs, parting them effortlessly, and stroking the wet flesh there.

“So wet, mon chaton,” Knight purred, leaving her nipples with one last bite to each stiff peak, receiving a mewl of pleasure as a reward. His fingers delved into her core, relishing in the silken heat that wrapped around his two fingers before he bent down to add his mouth to the mix.

“Knight!” Rin gasped, arching her back as his sinuous tongue plunged into her, coming out to swiftly circle the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth; the pleasure was a bright, blooming spark in her body that promised absolute rapture if he continued his ministrations.

His dark laugh filled the air as he worked his tongue and fingers in tandem, bringing her closer to the edge far faster than anyone had the right to.

“You come undone for me so swiftly, mon chaton,” Knight murmured against her, suctioning around her clit and giving one long suck after another, his fingers pistoning into her wet sheath and curling expertly into her g-spot with every short thrust.

Rin couldn’t have stopped the orgasm that overtook her even if she wanted to. The man knew her body better than damn near everyone else, and could coerce an orgasm faster than any lover she’d ever had.

Before she could even come back down from the delirious high of her release, Knight was upon her, nudging her thighs apart even further to settle his hips against hers, the throbbing, heated length of his cock pressing earnestly against her entrance.

Rin bucked her hips up, forcing the tip of his monstrous cock into her, but the breathy laugh of her partner stopped her as he pulled back, teasing her, baiting her.

“Ah, ah, ah, so impatient, mon chaton,” Knight growled, his honeyed gaze sweeping across her sweat-slick skin, her dilated pupils and the delectable little noises that escaped unbidden from her swollen lips.

“Knight. Please.” Rin whined, moving her hips faster, trying desperately to get that fulfillment only he could promise. “Please.”

“Because you asked so nicely,” Knight smirked, plunging his way into that silken vice he adored with rolling thrusts, growling in pleasured satisfaction as her sheath welcomed him, still fluttering faintly from her orgasm.

“Mon dieu.” Rin gasped out as he kept plunging in—in and in and in. There was so much of him, an impossible amount, she was certain.

“You can take me, you always have before.” Knight murmured, leaning down to nip her throat, if only to distract her from the unending fullness of having him inside her. After so many years, how was she still so tight?

Knight bottomed out with a shudder, filling Rin to the brim with a length so large she was certain he could come out of her throat at any moment. The deep groan that erupted from Knight brought her back to the present, gazing into those sun soaked amber eyes as he began to move. His eyes rolled back momentarily as she clenched her pussy around him, eliciting a staccato of growls from the back of his throat as he withdrew, and plunged right back into her with one long motion.

The all encompassing fullness and emptiness of his strokes left her breathless, aching in a way that made her beg for more, more, and more.

Knight sped up, mercilessly thrusting into her in a rapid movement that urged Rin into raking her nails down his back, leaving angry red welts in their path. He hissed in pained pleasure, leaning down and nipping at the skin along her collarbone, marking her just as she marked him.

“So tight, so wet,” Knight snarled, grasping at her hips before pulling out abruptly, flipping her until she was on her knees, before sliding back into her dripping folds. Knight pulled her hair hard enough to warrant the smooth curve of her back to arch sensually, his thrusts and the angle driving him deeper into her until she was truly certain he was in her stomach, rearranging her insides to the shape of his enormous cock.

Rin could barely get a sound out beyond the incomprehensible whines that clawed out of her throat as Knight pounded into her, orgasms slamming into her faster than she could comprehend, her juices dripping down his heavy balls and their thighs to stain the satin sheets beneath them.

He switched the rhythm, opting for a dirty grind that ensured she felt every straining inch of him inside of her sopping pussy. Knight pushed her even further, shoving her face down into her satin pillows and she cried out a muffled expletive in French as her pussy seized up in a mind numbing orgasm.

Knight groaned out as her pussy fluttered around him, milking his cock for what it was worth as he slammed into her with a final thrust, cursing in French as he spilled himself into her, pumping his cum into her, painting her insides in his pearly essence, ensuring she would never be rid of him.

Rin moaned out at the feeling of his release, sighing in bliss at the thick warmth of his cum splashing against her insides, oozing out around his cock.

The room was quiet aside from their heavy breathing, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Knight finally pulled out of her, his cock softening and he grinned at the river of their mixed juices that flooded out of her pussy, pooling together onto the satin sheets. He bent over her, laying fluttering kisses on the nape of her neck and down the elegant curve of her spine as her breathing evened out.

“Good morning to us,” Rin purred, turning her face to the side to peer at him from over her shoulder. Those amber eyes half lidded in that post-sex glow, his lashes casting long shadows across his cheekbones in the morning light that had continued to filter into her suite. A crooked little smirk tilted the corner of his mouth upwards - he was the visage of a cat who had just eaten the canary, literally.

“Bonjour, mon chaton,” Knight murmured, brushing a feather light kiss to the top of her head. Rin arched her back languidly, stretching the tight muscles and grimacing at the stickiness between her thighs and the sweat that was drying on her skin.

“Mmm, it is still early and I am dreadfully filthy,” Rin sighed, luxuriating for just one more moment on her bed before sitting up, letting the tumble of her sex tousled hair spill across her golden skin. Knight hummed to himself, watching her with heat blooming in his sun soaked eyes as she crawled off the bed and sauntered to the doorway that led to her bathroom. She paused in the doorway, a hand on the frame as she turned her head to look at him, emerald gaze flashing in wicked delight as they met his hungry golden stare.

“Care to join me, Chevalier?” She questioned, letting his name roll off that sinful tongue in a way that sent his hunger for her into overdrive.

He was going to devour her.

He would never get enough of her.

His blood roared with desire as he slid out of the black satin sheets, prowling closer to her as she beckoned him with that glimmering green gaze. He backed her into the doorway, his engorged cock pressing hotly against her hip as he caged her in his arms, a growl leaving his chest.

“Que vais-je faire de toi?” Knight rumbled, taking her chin in his hand as he stared at her, drinking in her post-fuck flushed skin and the lust that deepened her viridian eyes. What would he do with her? She purred, melting against his chest, her pert little nipples pressing against him erotically as her hand drifted down to grasp his member, stroking in a languid motion.

“Ravissez-moi, comme toujours,” She sighed into the crook of his neck, nipping at the richly tanned skin she found there, eliciting a dangerous snarl from her lover. He would ravish her.

Always.

Until she willed him away.

Knight guided her into the bathroom, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, bone melting kiss, stroking his tongue against hers sensually, sampling every decadent inch of her mouth, swallowing the exquisite little mewls that she let out.

Rin broke away for just a moment, reaching a hand behind them to turn the water of the shower on, the waterfall showerhead cascading warm water immediately. Knight pressed another heated kiss to her lips, leaning down to pick her up by the backs of her thighs, her slender ankles locking around his waist and trapping his hard cock between them. He walked them into the shower, the steaming water rained over them, drenching them - though it wasn’t like they needed the extra lubrication.

He pressed her into the back of the shower, her whine of discomfort at feeling the frigid tile against her heated skin cut off as he snaked a hand between them, using his hips to pin her to the wall with his body weight. Rin could feel the devilish smirk against her throat as he parted her folds effortlessly, stroking, teasing the wet flesh he found there with feather light strokes.

A deep throaty moan was ripped from her lips as he plunged two fingers into her pussy, his thumb carefully circling her clit with torturously slow movements. Knight curled his fingers sharply, eliciting a high pitched whine from her as he found her g-spot, prodding the sensitive patch as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace.

Chevalier,” Rin moaned, tilting her head back against the cool tile of her shower, her wet hair plastered to her face as she struggled to form a coherent sentence to get him to give her more.

“J'aime la façon dont tu dis mon nom,” Knight purred, relishing in the way his given name fell from her parted lips, her emerald eyes were half lidded in pleasure as he continued that slow, taunting pace. Her hips bucked up, trying to get more contact, more friction, anything.

Knight stopped his ministrations, much to Rin’s dismay, but before she could voice her disappointment, he knelt down, a salacious grin on his handsome face as he wrapped her silken thighs over his broad shoulders.

“I think I would like to have some breakfast , mon chaton,” His eyes catching in the dim lighting of her bathroom before he dove into the apex of her thighs, his tongue coming out to give one long, delicious stroke against her center.

He lapped at her folds like a starving dog, sucking her engorged clit into his mouth and giving long, hard pulls to the overly stimulated bundle of nerves. Knight hummed in pleasure as he feasted on her, his eyes never leaving hers as he dipped his tongue into her wet sheath, swirling erotically, no doubt tasting himself from their previous romp in the bed.

Rin fisted his golden hair into her hands, pulling, tugging, trying to guide him the way she wanted but her moans were evidence enough that he didn’t need guidance as he brought his fingers back up to join that ungodly tongue of his.

He curled his middle and index finger into her, reveling in the way her pussy sucked the digits in hungrily. Knight continued to watch her as he sucked her clit into his mouth, taking the moment to nudge his ring and pinky fingers into that tight, well toned ass.

Her keening cry reverberated around the shower as he worked to pleasure her, his tongue flicking over her swollen clit as his fingers plunged into both of her openings, her back arching off the tiled walls and her hands tugging insistently on his hair as she ground her hips into his face, begging for release.

Knight, mon dieu, oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” Rin gasped out, lost to the feelings of his fingers and tongue working her pussy and asshole in tandem, pushing her closer to the precipice of orgasmic bliss.

Knight chuckled darkly, the vibrations of his laugh traveling into her sopping cunt. He pulled his fingers out, her indignant cry replaced by a low groan as he drove his tongue into that tight little ring of muscle, angling her hips to cant up even higher to give him better access.

His fingers made a comeback as he trailed up and over her thighs, coming to pinch and pull at her clit as he ate her asshole out. That was the final straw as Rin crashed over that edge into oblivion, her orgasm ripping through her body in a torrent of white hot pleasure, her cry echoing in the bathroom.

Knight withdrew his tongue from that delicious little hole, returning to her cunt to drink the bounty of his hard work, her juices dripping off his chin as he finally let her up, her legs shaking from the intense orgasm.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover as he flipped her over, pressing her face into the white tile of her shower. Her delighted moan was music to his ears as she arched her back, lifting up onto her tiptoes to help mitigate the height difference they shared.

A feral growl came from deep within his chest as he lined his thick, pulsating cock with her soaked entrance, nudging the blunt head against her before cleaving her in half, plunging himself into her tight passage in one smooth stroke. She was so wet from what he’d done to her there was hardly a scrap of resistance as his hot flesh tunneled into her.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” Rin moaned out, her cheek pressing into the cool tile as she struggled to accommodate his enormous cock. If he wasn’t already the heir to a billion euro family legacy, he’d make a fortune by doing porn with his monster cock.

Knight grunted as he hilted himself deep within her, her pussy walls doing everything they could to simultaneously push him out and suck him in even deeper. From this position, he could feel the tip of his cock smashing insistently against her womb, prodding for just a little more room to accommodate his length. He pulled his hips back, relishing in her low moan at the loss of him in her body.

The feeling of loss and emptiness as he withdrew almost all the way caused a sob to catch in her throat, the movement forcing her to feel every devil-gifted inch of his cock.

Rin opened her lust glazed eyes to peer at him over her shoulder, catching those smoldering amber eyes she adored so much as she smirked wickedly, a wanton moan leaving her lips as he pushed back into her.

“Plus dur,” She rasped out; she wanted it hard. Knight smiled slyly as he snapped his hips into hers, driving his cock into her like he couldn’t stay away. He wouldn’t if she didn’t force him to leave her all the time.

He pounded into her, growling in carnal delight as her pussy gripped him, drawing him into her willing, pliant body over and over again.

Rin dug her manicured nails into the shower wall, a wail of ecstasy leaving her lips as he slammed into her with five quick, effortlessly deep thrusts that flew her over the edge again, his answering groan as her pussy walls clamped down in orgasmic euphoria nearly sending him over the edge.

But he had other plans for them.

"What a luxurious breakfast this is becoming, mon chaton." Knight pulled out of her dripping snatch, turning her around again and picking her up by the backs of her thighs, just as he had when they’d begun this delightful detour in the shower.

"5 stars, mon chaton. This breakfast is delightful. I highly recommend it. The service has been nothing short of excellent."

Her muffled laughter was cut short when he pinned her hips with his, taking her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. She was practically bent in half between him and the wall. Knight smirked at her, leaning down to press a sensual kiss to her lips as he positioned himself the way he saw fit with practiced hands.

Rin hummed in pleasure as his tongue sought hers out, the faint taste of their combined juices made her head spin.

But not enough for her to not notice that the blunt, rigid head of his cock wasn’t positioned at her pussy.

Knight pressed his hips forward in a slow, rolling motion, pushing his cock into her tight little asshole.

Rin’s mewl of pained pleasure wasn’t enough to deter him as he eased himself into her ass, the tight ring of muscles granting him access.

“Fuck,” Knight growled into her ear, nipping at her lobe viciously, “So tight.”

Jesus she felt so full of him. Rin hissed at the throbbing heated length of him as he continued in shallow, rolling thrusts, inching his way into her rectum. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her passage still fluttering, and he cursed when she clenched her muscles, a moan of her own splitting the air as he finally, finally, bottomed out in her ass.

Her ankles were locked around the back of his neck as he withdrew, the slight, biting burn of him withdrawing left her feeling hollow inside before he thrust back in, the angle of her body driving him so deeply into her she couldn’t think straight.

Every pull and push pitched her closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss, she was lightheaded with euphoria as he coaxed another orgasm from her. He fucked her harder, his fingers steepling into the firm flesh of her hips as he held them in place as he pushed into her over and over again.

“Mon dieuuuu,” Rin cried out as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping into her with wicked intensity.

“Putain, tu te sens si bien,” Knight growled lowly, leaning down to lavish her throat in biting kisses as she shuddered in his arms. Rin hissed in reply, far too gone in the pleasure he wrought on her body to realize she was aching and begging for more.

“More, Knight,” Rin moaned, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm as he drove them both closer to the edge. “I need more.”

His sinister chuckle was her only answer, ragged with exertion as his right hand meandered towards her sopping pussy.

“This?” Knight murmured, his fingers pinching her clit and toying with the bundle of nerves. Rin met his golden gaze, darkened to a near burnished copper shade with desire.

She shook her head. She wanted it, but she also wanted more.

“Fuck me like you fucking mean it,” She murmured, knowing the words would send him to pound into her like this was the last time he would ever get the opportunity to do so.

“You asked for it, mon chaton,” Knight growled, adjusting his grip on her hips before he set a brutal, pounding pace. She was already close to collapse and she thought she would die from the intensity of the orgasm that sent her soul careening out of her body as he pistoned into her ass so fast, the pleasure and pain burned into one exhilarating sensation.

Knight leaned down to take one taut nipple into his mouth, biting on the sensitive flesh; the smacking sound of rough, hard sex echoing in the bathroom and Rin clung to his arms desperately as her vision went black and a ragged scream tore from her throat.

He slammed into her one last time, emptying his heavy balls into her rectum, pumping her full of his hot, thick cum. She swore she could feel every wet spurt and twitch of his cock as he released, pushing into her impossibly deeper as his legs buckled at their combined weight and he used his hands to stabilize them forward lest they sprawl backwards unceremoniously onto her shower floor. There was room for that in her massive shower and then some.

Their ragged breaths mingled with the steam from the running water. Rin turned to look at her lover, a satisfied gleam in her emerald eyes.

“Now that I’m filthy all over again, shall we move on to what showers are actually used for?” Rin arched one perfect eyebrow. Knight let his eyes roam over her face, committing the way she looked in that moment to memory, with her flushed skin and swollen mouth.

“If you’re certain that this is over,” Knight murmured, dragging her away from the shower wall into the downpour of steaming water, gently setting her down onto her trembling legs. Rin pulled away from him, a throaty moan leaving her lips as he slid out from her delectable ass. She turned towards him, leveling a simmering glare in his direction.

“No. No more,” She said, reaching behind her to grab her body wash and a washcloth. Making a point, she stayed on the far side of the shower from him as she washed herself, the invigorating scent of jasmine and ginger perfuming the steam. Knight smirked wickedly as he stepped towards her, leaning over her to reach his personal body wash that he kept in the shower.

It seemed he spent too much time here.

Though she was rewarded handsomely for her time.

Rin kept a watchful eye on him as she lathered her inky black tresses with her shampoo, side stepping him as he made a move to come close to her again.

“Chevalier,” She warned, moving to rinse her hair out. His answering laughter was tinged with playfulness. What could he say? He was a natural hunter and she was such a delectable piece of prey.

Before he could pounce on her again, she deftly ducked out of the shower, wrapping a warmed towel around her body. Knight hummed in disapproval, watching her from the other side of the water flecked glass.

“You’ve had your fun. If I’m not mistaken, I’m owed a day date for my services,” Rin said, batting her lashes at him flirtatiously before spinning on her heel and walking to her closet. Knight growled in annoyance but shut the water off, stepping out and wrapping another warmed towel around his waist as he followed her into her expansive closet, his hair dripping onto the marble tiles.

“Of course,” He purred, leaning against the doorframe of her closet as he surveyed her. She was getting dressed in a lovely black silk maxi dress. Thin straps hugged her shoulders, the neckline was flirty, with a keyhole cutout that drew the gaze to her tempting decolletage. The waist cinched in, accentuating her fit, hourglass figure before flaring back out in a series of gauzy panels that trailed out behind her, stirring at the slightest hint of a breeze. The high slits of the sheath left the majority of her legs bare and Knight let his gaze roam appreciatively over those delightful calves and ankles he’d had wrapped around him just moments earlier.

“Chevalier,” Rin warned, her voice forcing his gaze to meet hers and he smirked lazily, moving to a corner of her closet where he kept a few changes of his normal clothes. He slipped into a charcoal Brioni suit, the expensive material tailored to fit his tall, athletic build. Knight heard her leave the closet as he pondered the small tie selection he had available. Blue silk? or, perhaps, the gold?

He settled on the gold, knowing that the cufflinks he had available here would match, considering they weren’t stopping by his estate on the way into the city.

Finished getting dressed, he selected a pair of Testoni oxfords before striding out of her closet, fastening a Blancpain Fifty Fathoms Automatic 45mm watch to his left wrist. Rin was at her vanity, applying a pair of false lashes, blinking to ensure that they were secure. Her makeup was seductive, a gold shimmer on her lids that made her eyes glow like gems. A deep, blood red stained her sinful lips as she eyed him through his reflection in her mirror.

“Brioni. Very nice,” She purred, standing from her vanity, spritzing her perfume across her collarbone and her wrists, the sensual scent of jasmine she was so fond of mingling with the ever seductive tonka bean.

“Shall we, mon chaton?” Knight murmured, pulling her close with a quick tug. She let out a melodic giggle, threading her arms through his.

“I’ve been eyeing the Hermes Cinhetic Bag,” Rin stated, opening her suite door, manicured nails flashing in the subdued lighting of the hallway. They descended the spiral staircase that separated her suite from the rest of the escorts’ suites.

“Consider it purchased. In fact, I’ll have two bought, one for you to keep here, and one for you to keep at my home,” Knight responded, raising her hand to brush a chaste kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“How very generous of you, Chevalier,” Rin smirked as they headed for the elevator bays. The faint ‘ding!’ of an elevator arriving drew both of their gazes to where the doors opened, revealing the man who masterfully controlled the girls in his villa.

Luka.

He was a proud man, standing tall despite his height leveling him several inches shorter than Knight. His rich, glossy hair was beginning to recede, bellying his age. He was dressed in a simple silk button down and black slacks. Hard, brown eyes stared back at them, taking in their rich apparel and their linked arms.

“Mademoiselle Adair, Monsieur Sinclaire, a pleasure to see you,” He sneered, stopping a few feet away from them. Knight was startled to see Rin dip her head at the acidic greeting, a curtain of her raven locks falling to hide her face from his gaze.

Where had the feisty kitten gone?

“Greetings, Monsieur Anouilh,” Rin murmured, keeping her voice soft and lilting. Knight watched the interaction, his brows shooting into his hairline when the biting sarcasm he was so accustomed to didn’t follow the formal acknowledgment.

“Heading out for an excursion, are we?” Luka flicked his eyes to Knights, not pausing to read the sudden stillness in his tall figure. Knight was about to say something, his metaphorical hackles rising at the way he addressed Rin when a sharp pain at his wrist stopped him. He glanced down, confusion echoing in his mind as he saw her manicured nail digging its way inconspicuously into his skin.

“Oui, if you’ll excuse us?” Rin purred out demurely, her head still bowed down in an act of submission.

Luka scoffed haughtily, but stepped aside, letting Rin and Knight pass by him and enter the vacant elevator car he had left open. As soon as the doors shut and the car began its smooth glide downwards, Knight turned towards her, a thunderous look on his handsome face.

“How does he command your absolute subservience yet I cannot, mon chaton?” Knight questioned, surprise flashing across his face at the heated glare she shot him, tossing her curtain of black waves over her shoulder.

“He is my owner, Chevalier,” Rin replied, glaring down her nose at him despite the staggering height difference where he towered over her small frame.

The elevator doors opened into the lobby of The Villa. She walked out ahead of him, heels clicking in a sharp staccato across the polished marble floors, tossing a careless look over her shoulder.

“And don’t get used to it.”

Recognizing the dismissal in her tone, Knight stalked out of the elevator, a thunderous look gracing his features, looking every bit the angry prince he was.

“I would never dream of it, mon chaton. Your sharp as sin claws are what earned you your name,” Knight rumbled, taking her arm and threading it back through his. He was angry, absolutely, but no less a gentleman; his father would have his head on a serving platter for letting a woman walk unaccompanied in his presence.

This wasn’t finished.

Far from it.

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This is a smut excerpt from a novel that I'm currently working on title Blurred Lines. Let me know what you think and, of course, tips are much appreciated.