CORRUPT VALENTINE’S KNIGHT

  KNIGHT’S RIDGE EMPIRE: A CORRUPT KNIGHT PREQUEL

  TRACY LORRAINE

  CONTENTS

  NOTE

  Chapter 1

  About the Author

  Also by Tracy Lorraine

  Copyright © 2021 by Tracy Lorraine

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  Editing & proofreading by Sisters Get Lit.erary

  NOTE

  Chronologically, Corrupt Valentine’s Knight should fall after Knight’s Ridge Empire #8 but in true Knight fashion, the boy wouldn’t stop shouting at me for this little Valentine’s rendezvous, so… here we go!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Nico

  Roses are red.

  Violets are blue.

  I’m horny and I need you.

  I’ll be in room sixty-nine waiting on the bed.

  I hope you’re in the mood for giving head.

  If you’re up for a game.

  I promise to scream your name.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I gasp, staring down at the message from an unknown number.

  A smile curls at my lips as I try to come up with a response, but before I do, another message pops up with a location, quickly followed by the time.

  My eyes shoot up to look at the clock.

  Shit. I’ve got only thirty minutes…

  And who the hell is assuming I’m free and ready to party on fucking Valentine’s night?

  Clearly, the person on the other end of this message, you knob.

  I know thinking of going is totally irrational, with all the shit going on around us recently, it could be a set up, a trap. I could walk into that hotel room, only to be strung up by the balls instead of having some hot chick sucking on them.

  But what if it’s not…

  The reality is, my Valentine’s night plans sucked. My only available wingman announced this afternoon that he’d made other plans and I was stuck at home sitting here hoping I might get this exact type of booty call.

  A smile curls at my lips. There’s no fucking way I’m turning this opportunity down.

  No. Fucking. Way.

  And thoughts of it being her at the other end of that message.

  My smokin’ hot little siren.

  Hell yeah, my cock is already swelling just with thoughts of finding her waiting for me in a hotel room.

  But would she… after everything that’s gone down?

  I guess there’s only one way to find out.

  I quickly race into the shower making doubly sure that all the most important parts of me are sparkling clean, ready for whatever my night might hold.

  Spraying myself with my favourite cologne, I pull on my lucky boxers and grab whatever clothes are closest to me. Who gives a fuck what I’m wearing when I fully intend for them to be on a hotel room floor in the not so distant future.

  Grabbing my phone, I stare down at the screen.

  No more messages.

  My heart pounds in my chest with the lingering fear this could be a mistake. But the thought of it not being one, of actually having her waiting for me. It makes it all worth it.

  Unlocking my screen, I send back a string of emojis that explains quite explicitly what I intend on doing to her the second I get my hands on her sexy body.

  Without another thought, I pocket my phone, shove my feet into my shoes and grab my keys. At the very last minute, I pull open the drawer by the front door, tuck my gun into my waistband and slide my switchblade into my pocket. Just in case I really am thinking too much with my dick right now, and shit is about to go down.

  Always be prepared, Son. Every second you’re in this life could be your last.

  I shake my father’s depressing thoughts from my head and march out of my penthouse.

  The corridor is blissfully quiet, but I guess that’s to be expected. Only Theo lives on the top floor of this building with me, and if he has any sense then he’s already balls deep in his girl right now, celebrating today the only way you should.

  Fuck romance. Valentine’s Day is for downright filthy, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. I just hope like hell that’s what I’m about to walk into and that the mind blowing isn’t going to be my head all over a wall.

  I’m on edge the whole ride across town, although I’m more than happy to see she’s chosen a Cirillo hotel, something I’m sure she’s completely oblivious to but it’s reassuring all the same.

  My eyes dart around the hotel’s foyer the second I step through the huge entrance doors, looking for any kind of threat, but I see none. Everything is as it should be. The place is full of couples smiling at each other. Red roses adorn all the surfaces as well as posters for the hotel’s restaurant advertising tonight’s specials.

  Fuck food. The only thing I have any intention of eating tonight is my siren.

  My cock swells at just the thought of her.

  It’s been too long since I’ve felt her cunt damn near fucking choking my dick.

  Stepping into the lift, I push my hair from my brow as I reach down to rearrange my quickly swelling cock.

  I’ve no fucking idea what it is about this woman. But there’s something that makes me break all my own rules just for another taste of her pussy.

  Getting with the same woman twice is unheard of for me. Let alone… I think back to each time we’ve been together. How I’ve walked away from every single encounter craving her more.

  Yeah… I think I might have a problem.

  The lift climbs through the building at an irritatingly slow pace.

  My eyes move from each floor number to the next as we hit them. By some fucking miracle, it never stops for anyone else. It’s almost like some greater power knows exactly how desperate I am for what’s about to come and it’s ensuring I get there before my fucking balls explode.

  When the lift finally dings announcing my arrival on the correct floor, my heart damn near jumps into my throat. My temperature soars with the prospect of her being close, and my fists curl as impatience begins to get the better of me.

  The second the doors begin to part, I push my way through them, my shoulder slamming into one when it doesn’t open quick enough.

  I find the numbers on the hotel room doors and count my way up to the one I want.

  Number sixty-nine.

  The joke of that does not pass me by and a smile curls at my lips as I consider exactly how that might play out in just a few minutes’ time.

  My feet halt the moment I’m in front of the door, despite my body’s need to barge inside and take what I’m hoping is on offer.

  I take a second, sucking in two deep lungfuls of air before I pull my gun from my back. Even if this isn’t a set up, something tells me it won’t go to waste.

  The gold handle is cold against my burning skin as I push it down. My entire body is on full alert as I listen for any threats, for movement beyond that door that is going to tell me that I need to run.

  But there is nothing. Which is actually more terrifying.

  I’ve made a fucking lot of bad decisions in my time. A lot. But if this is a set up, then it could be the worst one yet.

  I’d always hoped that when my time comes, that I might go out in a blaze of glory. Not just gunned down in the hotel doorway rocking a semi and thoughts of a girl I shouldn’t want—who shouldn’t want me—spinning around my head.

  I soon discover though that it’s only my imagination conjuring up my less than glamorous exit from this world. As I slip into the room and let the heavy door slam shut behind me, announcing my presence if she wasn’t already aware. But the only thing I’m aware of… is her.

  My grip on the gun in my hand tightens as her scent fills my nose, I’ve no fucking clue what it is, some floral body wash, but fuck. As I step toward it, I realise it might as well be fucking crack because I am addicted.

  I pass a door to the bathroom on my right, built-in wardrobes to my left as I make my way deeper into the room.

  And the second I turn the corner, I find her. Exactly as the poem promised, exactly as my imagination had pictured.

  “Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes eating up the image of her kneeling for me on the bed as if I’m her fucking king. She’s wrapped in red lace. A tiny pair of knickers, and a stunning red corset which only makes her curves, her tits, that much more mouthwatering. And between her stained red lips is a single rose.

  Her chest heaves, her tits desperately trying to escape the confines of the tight corset, and it only gets worse as I step a little closer.

  Pulling my arm from behind my back, her eyes widen in horror when she sees my gun there.

  The rose falls from her lips, hitting her thighs before landing on the bed.

  “Nico, what the fuck?” she barks, although I don’t miss the fear that laces her voice.

  It’s disarming to hear it. This strong, independent woman is clearly used to getting what she wants.

  A sense of power washes over me, as I step closer, lifting my gun.

  “You must understand, Siren, that when I walked in here I could have found any number of situations happening inside this room.”

  Her eyes flare with understanding as they continue bouncing between m

y eyes and my weapon.

  “I-it’s just me, I swear.”

  “I believe you,” I say honestly. “But I’ve got to say, it’s a shock.”

  She shrugs, her fingers twisting together in front of her as if she’s doing anything she can to restrain herself, when all she really wants to do is reach out for me. I can see it in her eyes. In the way she leans closer.

  Her breathing becomes erratic as she finally decides that it’s my eyes she wants to focus on.

  “I’m not a threat,” she breathes. “This isn’t a set up.”

  “I know,” I say confidently.

  Finally, I close the space between us, our knees almost touching as my shins hit the end of the bed.

  “So tell me, Siren,” I say quietly, lifting my gun to run it down her cheek.” She gasps in shock the second the cool metal touches her skin. “You know the truth now. You know who I am. Are you just craving another night with the bad boy?”

  Her breath races over my face as I lean down to watch her, our lips so temptingly close that it takes all the restraint I have not to just give her what she so obviously needs.

  “It’s Valentine’s Day,” she says, as if that explains everything.

  “And you wanted to get fucked six ways from Sunday so you texted the best man you knew who would get the job done?” I confirm.

  “Something like that,” she mutters, her body trembling as my gun moves over the curve of her jaw and down her neck. “I certainly didn’t call you so that you could blow my brains out.”

  “Just blow your mind, right?”

  Her eyes hold mine, her tongue sweeping across her lower lip temptingly.

  “Okay, I’ll take the bait,” I say casually, my voice defying the need that is heating my blood to damn near boiling.

  My gun lands on the floor with a loud thud and she gasps in shock as if it’s going to accidentally go off and kill us both.

  “Chill out, Siren. I promise to make you come first,” I growl as my hand finds its home around her throat and I throw her back onto the bed.

  Her squeal of shock rips through the air before I pin her to the bed with my legs encasing her hips. Her hands land on my thighs and she quickly starts pawing at me, diving for my waistband.

  “Tell me,” I demand, my lips just a breath from hers. “What did you envisage, for when I got here?”

  “Everything. I want anything you can give me.”

  “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

  She tries rolling her hips to gain some friction but my weight is too much for her.

  A smirk twitches at my lips.

  “Have you missed my cock that much, babe?”

  “Please, Nico,” she moans, making my balls ache in the confines of my trousers.

  Damn, this girl.

  The sound of begging—her begging. Fucking kryptonite.

  “Tell me,” I demand, needing to hear her say the words, while my fingers tighten around her throat. As my other hand finds the bow that’s holding her corset together, making quick work of loosening it.

  “Yes, okay. I missed your cock.”

  “Just my cock?” I quirk a brow.

  “Your mouth, tongue, fingers,” she lists, her voice all breathy and needy.

  “And your other fuck buddies not doing it for you, huh?”

  “Are you man enough for the job or was I wrong to message you?” she hisses.

  “Careful, Siren. Something tells me that you need me more right now than I do you.” Total fucking lie but what the hell ever, not like my siren will ever know the truth. “I’m pretty sure you don’t want to have to watch me walk out without getting what you’re so desperate for.”

  I tug at the ribbon, pulling it free and she gasps as the tight fabric falls from her body, releasing her more than generous tits for me.

  “Look at you. You dressed up so pretty for me. Shame I’m going to fucking ruin you,” I snap out the words as she tugs my fly down, more than eager to get her hands on me.

  “You might have been the one calling the shots to get me here, Siren. But your time in control is more than over.”

  Grabbing both her hands, I lift them above her head and pin her wrists as I begin wrapping the red ribbon from her corset around them.

  Dragging her higher up the bed, I tie the other end to the metal post of the headboard, ensuring the knot is secure enough to stop her from slipping free.

  “Now, the party can really start, Siren.”

  I hop off the bed, leaving her to writhe and curse me out as I look around the room.

  “Nice place you booked for us here, babe. You really went all out. And room sixty-nine. Nice touch.”

  A growl rumbles deep in her throat as her eyes track me around the room.

  “I must admit, I was surprised to hear from you,” I say, inspecting the tea and coffee offering as if I actually give a shit about whether it’s Tetley or PG Tips.

  “I didn’t call you here to talk about bullshit, Nico,” she complains.

  “Hmm,” I rumble, marching to the bathroom and poking my head inside while she’s forced to wait not so patiently for me to return.

  “Does it pass your inspection?” she spits out when I stalk back toward her. “Is it good enough for the infamous Nico Cirillo?” she hisses, completely unfazed by who I actually am. It’s a weird concept for sure. Most women who end up on their knees for me know exactly who I am and are more than happy to do just about anything I ask of them in the hope of becoming my queen.

  Not my siren though. She’s different from all the women I’ve been with before.

  Understanding washes through me suddenly as to why she chose this hotel. I’m still convinced she has no idea it’s owned by us. But its reputation is second to none, and she was hoping it might be enough to impress me.

  I bend down as I stalk back toward the bed, picking up my gun and placing it on the side table. Reaching into my pocket, I place my knife beside it. Her eyes follow my every movement. But while she might be trying to look confident, I see the fear flickering within her blue eyes.

  It’s different from the first few times we were together when she thought I was just some other fuck boy she could enjoy a night or two with.

  Now she knows the truth, she’s looking harder, trying to figure me out. Discover who I really am. Aside from the best fuck of her life, obviously.

  Good fucking luck to her though because I’ve not even figured myself out yet.

  “Scared, Siren?” I ask, straightening up my weapons, in a way I’m sure Theo does every night before going to bed.

  “Of you? Never.”

  “Brave. Hmm. That’s what you are.”

  “Would you expect anything less from me?” she quips.

  “Fair enough.” Reaching behind me, I drag my hoodie off in one quick move, which makes her chin drop and her eyes darken.

  She doesn’t mention the lingering bruises that cover my ribs but I know she takes note of each one. She’s got another think coming if she’s expecting me to talk about them, or how I got them.

  Toeing off my shoes, I leave my jeans on and kneel at the bottom of the bed.

  Her eyes follow my every move, her chest heaving, her hard rosy nipples tempting me.

  “Valentine’s night and you’ve been tied up by a monster. The things fairy tales are made of, huh?”

  “I never wanted a white knight to rescue me,” she shoots back.

  “Well, thank fuck for that, because I don’t know any and I’m definitely not one.”

  My hands wrap around her ankles and I drag her down until her arms are pulled tight against her bindings.

  “Cupid really outdid himself for me this year. Look at this gift I get to unwrap.”

  I finger the two bows at her hips and I pull, allowing the satin to slip free before throwing her underwear over my shoulder without a care, in favour of seeing what she’s hiding beneath it.

  “You have the prettiest cunt, Siren,” I praise, running my fingertips over her mound. She rolls her hips, desperate for me to touch where she needs me the most.

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  “Please what?” I taunt.

  “Please… boss.”

 

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