Deviant Knights (4 page)

“I don’t think there is any explanation needed
at this point, hmm,
querida
?”
 
He stepped forward, pulling his seat back and
lowering his long frame into it.

There was nothing but questions running through
her head.
 
Who was he?
 
Why had she dreamed of this man?
 
What did any of this mean?
 

He was so wrong.
 
There was a lot of explaining that needed to happen, and fast.

He’d been with her almost every night for two
years.
 
She’d woken to complete sexual
frustration because of him.
 
It felt as
if she knew him, intimately, although she knew full well she didn’t.
 
But he looked exactly like he did in her
dreams.
 

He was stunning.
 

The only part she hadn’t expected was the slight
Spanish accent to his voice.
 
But the
deep rumble that had come from him was as equally effective as Michel’s
was.
 
It was then she realized she was
still staring open-mouthed at him.
 
Blood
and heat rushed to her face as she peeled her eyes from him and looked to
Michel, questions bubbling into her throat.

“What is this?
 
Who are you?”
 
Kadence
looked between both men, her breath catching in her throat.

“This is the friend I was telling you
about.
 
Kadence
,
it is my pleasure to introduce you to Don Francisco Gabriel Miguel Fernandez de
la
Cueva
,
or as I like to call him, Gabriel.”

Gabriel reached a hand to her.
 
She looked at it, feeling the room begin to
swirl around her.
 
She was unsure if she
could move a muscle, let alone take his hand.
 
He lowered his head and caught her gaze.
 
Captured in his stare, she reached her palm into his.
 
Time, and the room, stood still.

There was no one else there but the two of
them.
 
Kadence
felt an exquisite pull toward him.
 
She
watched, unconnected, as he lifted her hand to his mouth before moving her
stare back to his crystal clear, blue eyes.
 
His heat against the back of her hand sizzled down her arm and into her
entire body.
 

She was spellbound.

“So,
querida
,
may
I ask how I became the focus of your attention?”

“
Whaat
?”
 
So, she was staring?
 
He was beautiful.

“Your art.
 
Do we know one another?
 
I can’t imagine forgetting someone as
beautiful as you.”

Art.
 
Oh, right, art.
 
“I’ve been dreaming of your face for two
years.
 
So, of course it would end up
bleeding into my work.”
 
Wait a minute.
 
Did he just call me beautiful?
    

“Dreaming?
 
Of me?”
 
A slight frown marred his gorgeous face.

“Yes, ever since I moved to
New York
.”

Gabriel turned to look at Michel, who wore the
same frown on his face.
 
“And what
happens in these dreams?” Michel asked.

Heat flooded her face.
 
How could she say that she nearly had sex
with Gabriel every single night in her sleep?

“Never mind, I can imagine from the look on your
face,
chéri
,” Michel looked somewhat uncomfortable.

“Nothing ever happened in the dreams, not
really.
 
Nothing was…” She was at a loss
for the right word.

“
Consumado
?”
 
At her obvious look of not
understanding, Gabriel added, “Consummated?”

More heat flooded her face.
 
“Yes.
 
Nothing was…consummated.”

She looked to Gabriel to gauge his
reaction.
 
The look of lust was
overwhelming.
 
Her dreams may not have
been consummated, but from his gaze and the heat in his eyes, she thought he
wanted to remedy that.
 
And she wasn’t
sure if she would stop him.
 
Miss Prim
and Proper would easily become a wanton for this man.
 

Chapter Three

Gabriel looked the young woman over.
 
From his investigations, she’d seemed a
mousey female, almost to the point of boring.
 
She’d no connections to the powers that be, at least from what he could
determine.
 
He’d had Michel purchase
every piece of art with his face on it in order to get them off the insipid
website.
 
It had been a demand of the
purchase. Unknowingly, she could have made herself a target.
 
Thankfully, she’d begun selling each of the
new pieces directly to Michel and he had necessitated the new ones never made
it to the site.
 

She wasn’t what he’d expected.
 
The photographs he’d found when he dug,
coupled with the comments the delivery men had given him, had not prepared him
for the creature that sat across from him.
 
Kadence
was lovely, her pale skin
flawless.
 
Her wide lavender eyes were
mesmerizing.
 
Her deep russet hair was
tied into an intricate knot on her head, but the unruly curls had already begun
to escape, twirling around her slender neck.
 
He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and unpin the
length, letting it cascade down her bared back.
 
Even more, he thought how incredible it would look twisted between his
fingers as he pumped his cock into her from behind.
 

The tight black dress she wore over her
curvaceous body left little to the imagination yet didn’t make her look
tawdry.
 
She was voluptuous, a seductive
creature that most men of this time did not glory in as they should.
 
He’d watched her as she’d walked into the
restaurant.
 
She had floated in, her
plump ass perfectly rounded and moving with
a sensuality
he wasn’t prepared for.
 
It was the kind
of ass a man could hold on to when he was betwixt her thighs, pounding his cock
into her
quim
.

All he could think about was having his way with
her in his bed, but questions hovered on the edges of his mind.
 
She’d dreamed of him every night since coming
to the city he lived in.
 
Sexually
explicit dreams from the look to her face, but not consummated.
 
What a pity.
 
He was more than ready to blow her dreams out of the water.

But why would she dream of him in the first
place?
 
He was sure he’d never met her
before.
 
There was no way he’d ever
forget this woman.
 
Ever.
 

“Did we ever talk in your dreams?”

She looked confused a moment and more heat
flooded her face.
 
Her skin was so pale
that she blushed often and quite easily.
 
He liked the trait.
 
She looked
lovely with the deep pink on her cheeks.
 
He bet her other set of cheeks would look just as lovely tinged in
red.
 
His hand itched to spank her
rounded bottom.

“No, there was never any talking.
 
Just touching, holding, a few kisses.”

He chuckled.
 
There was no way he would limit himself to just that with her.
 
And if there was no talking, she didn’t know
of his secrets.
 
Even
better.
 
“Was I a good kisser?”

She reddened again.
 
It was charming.
 
“Yes.”

“I was?
 
Perhaps I will have to kiss you for real so you can compare me with my
alter ego.”
 

The desire in her expression was
intoxicating.
 
He would have her in his
bed tonight.
 
There was no doubt in his
mind.

A waiter placed a plate in front of
Kadence
before returning to do the same for Michel and
him.
 
His champagne glass was filled, the
others refilled.
 
He watched her while
the waiter worked soundlessly, the tension around the table thick.
 
She eyed her plate before looking up to him,
the hunger in her eyes not for food.
 
His
cock
thickened,
the need to give her what she needed
paramount.

Once the waiter had described the dish and left
them, Michel picked up a fork and eyed
Kadence
with
the same hunger Gabriel was sure affected his gaze.
 
He’d used his friend to get her here tonight,
knowing she might have turned and bolted if she’d seen him first.
 
Then he would have had no answers to his
questions.
 
But now he ruffled at Michel’s
presence and his obvious interest in the woman.
 

She wasn’t what he’d expected, at all.
 
Sensual in nature, beautifully feminine, she
was a treat for any man.
 

The dreams?
 
Why would she dream of
him?
 
Part of him liked that she’d spent
her nights dreaming of him, of being in his arms.
 
The other part considered the implications of
those nightly visits.

Kadence
lifted her fork, capturing a small amount of the infamous oyster
and pearls before spooning it into her mouth.
  
The intense look of her food orgasm gave him a brief glimpse of what her
face would look like later tonight.
 
When she was straining under him as he pressed his hard shaft into
her tight sheath.

“This is…delicious.”
 
The breathy tone to her voice had his cock
twitching.
 
He reached down carefully and
adjusted himself without her notice.

Another emotion, not the lust he’d felt from the
onset, but something else simmered under his skin.
 
He couldn’t put his finger on it quite yet,
but there was something about this woman that made him sit up and pay close
attention.
 
And something else told him
that one night with her would never be enough.

****

Michel watched her the entire time they worked
through the courses.
 
She was
exquisite.
 
Fresh, young, not
cynical—everything he and Gabriel were not.
 
As she experienced the fine meal before her, he found joy in her
excitement in trying the new dishes.
 
Her
exuberant smile tugged at his chest.
 
Although he reveled in her presence here, he wished to whisk her
away.
 
This place was too stodgy for the
life that zipped through her veins.
 

She needed vibrancy.
 
He sensed she would blossom in it.
 
Her smile already lit up this darkened
room.
 
Lights, laughter, and music,
that’s what she needed, to be in the center of it all.
 
As soon as the last of the food was cleared,
he was ready to whisk her away to one of the discothèques that littered the
city, to dance against her soft, rounded body.
 
He had a feeling she would fill all the spots around his hardened
physique.
 
Might even
fill all the spots around his hardened soul, too.

They were on course six and he felt squirmy for
the first time in eons.
 
He wanted to get
her out of the antiseptic environment and into somewhere with color and
life.
 
She
was
color and life.
 
She made
his heart beat faster for it.

But she’d dreamed of Gabriel, not him.
 
Her eyes had been all over Gabriel from the
moment he’d approached the table.
 
But
he’d seen the hunger in her eyes before she’d seen his friend.
 
She had shown interest.
 
And he would use that to his advantage, if he
could.
 
Gabriel was equally fascinated
with the woman, which could be a problem.
 
But they’d shared women in the past.
 
Perhaps Gabriel wouldn’t mind sharing this one as well.