The Knight
Endgame #2
Skye Warren
Publication date: January 31st 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
The power of pleasure…
Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what’s mine.
He thinks he’s beaten me. He thinks he’s won. What he doesn’t realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen.
And the game has only just begun.
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THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.
“Still giving orders,
little virgin? Is that something you’re born with in the St. James family, or
did they teach you that along with your ABCs?”
Rage tightens a knot in my
stomach. “I’m not a virgin.”
“No?” he asks, lifting a
hand to my face.
I stand very still as he
captures my chin between his thumb and forefinger, torn between wanting to
wrench away and wanting him to kiss me. How can he make me feel alive when I’ve
been sleepwalking for months, years? What sick twist of fate let the hands of
this man bring me pleasure?
“You made sure of that.” I
mean the words to come out cold, unhurt. Instead I sound breathless and somehow
inviting. The white carpet may as well be streaked with red. We’re both back in
his bedroom, both flushed and sated and ripped to shreds from what he’s just
done.
He lifts my face, almost
tender. “I put my cock into your warm little hole. Pushed right through that
thin hymen to do it. It felt like fucking heaven to break you open.”
I’m a tuning fork in his
hands, and the sound I make is pure arousal. “I despise you.”
“You were so wet,” he
says, almost thoughtful. “But some of it was blood, wasn’t it?”
“I’m going to find a way
to get my house back.”
He bends his head
slightly, enough that our lips are an inch away, the words a tickle of breath
against my lips. “I got off on the slide of your blood on my cock. I came that
way, spilling salt into the fresh open wound.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t
do to him, no line I wouldn’t cross in this moment. My anger takes an unholy
shape, rearing back with all the fury and fear of a wild horse ready to trample
his enemy. “And God help me, I’m going to ruin you. The way you did my father.
I’m going to break you.”
He nudges my chin higher,
exposing the vulnerable line of my throat. His mouth drops to the tender skin,
a whisper of a kiss. “Do you want to make me bleed, little virgin?”
The violence takes me by
surprise. My swing is wild, aimed straight for his face with all my strength.
He catches my wrist midmotion, the abrupt stop shooting pain down my arm. We’re
frozen that way, him holding me, breathing each other’s air.
“Don’t call me that,” I
say between clenched teeth.
“Little virgin.”
“I’m not. You saw the
proof of it. You paid a million dollars for it.”
“Actually,” he says, voice
deceptively mild. “I paid a million dollars to use you for a month. And as that
month isn’t over yet, I think I’d like to collect.”
Shock courses through me,
singeing every angry intention.
“No.”
“And as for your
virginity, there are a hundred ways you haven’t been taken. A thousand ways you
haven’t been fucked. A million dollars left to earn.”
“That money’s mine. You
sent me away.”
“And yet,” he says,
echoing his earlier words, “here you fucking are. This is what you wanted. This
is what you came for. Did you really think you’d see me and walk away without
my come inside you?”
My gasp sounds virginal
even to myself. “Of course I did.”
He uses the hold on my
wrist to drag me closer, off balance, almost falling into him. His warmth
surrounds me, along with a musk my body remembers. Alarm bells ring more than
they did this morning. A strange man could hurt me, but Gabriel—he’s worse. My
own kryptonite.
“Here’s the thing about
fucking a virgin,” he whispers, breath a caress on my temple. “You gave me your
pretty little hymen, the small spill of blood. The first feel of those walls
squeezing my cock. And there’s no way to get it back, not ever. No matter who
else you fuck. Even if you settle down with some prep-school fucker and let him
climb on top of you every single night, I’ll always be your first. You will always be my little virgin.”
The show of possession
does something strange to me. It should be offensive. It’s meant to be offensive, but the humiliation turns liquid and hot
inside my body. And the worst part is, I can’t even deny the truth. He left an
imprint inside me. I can still remember the stretch of him, the burn. The very
shape of that heavy thickness I can feel against my stomach now. And anyone who
comes after him, they’ll never quite fill the space he carved inside of me.
“That’s right,” he
murmurs, soothing now that I’ve acquiesced. “I’ve got you.”
“No, we can’t—”
He releases my wrist only
to run a finger along my cheek. “So young. You look so young like this.”
“It’s the makeup,” I say
with difficulty. And the hair. And the clothes. In a thousand ways I was
different before, the society princess. What am I now? Almost homeless.
Definitely scared.
His eyes gentle, more
brown than they’ve been before. “You didn’t think you were getting fucked
today. You got dressed and took the bus and came up the elevator having no
idea.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me.”
A slight smile. “Not
enough to stop. Take off those clothes. Let’s see what you look like when
you’re just a sweet, innocent college girl and not the toy I bought at
auction.”
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
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