Knaves Read Free Page A

damage. She could feel her own clothes tearing but was oblivious to everything other than causing Hayden Carter some serious damage.
    A lucky head butt, followed by a knee to his groin made him fall off her, but still he held onto her with a tenacious grip that surprised her. He’d made no attempt to hit her back and all the violence was in one direction only. As she slithered on top of him, attempting to pull free so that she could get a better strike, she was aware of something hard and hot in his trousers. The bastard was enjoying this! His muscles, so taut and perfect beneath his torn clothes, seemed impervious to her blows and now she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, hungry for her.
    At that moment, Karla felt her ovaries pop.
    Staring down at him, she took in the bruise on his handsome face where she’d landed a luck punch. His dark eyes were staring up at her with a mixture of apprehension and... concern. He didn’t want to hurt her. Yet despite everything, there was something more in his gaze, a hunger that matched her own.
    “ You’re a bloody bastard, Hayden Carter!” she hissed.
    His lips were warm and wet, opening eagerly as she slid her tongue into him. Her hands, which only moments before had been fists striving to pummel his body, now moved eagerly across his chest, almost shredding his shirt as she yanked it open, not caring that he half-gasped, half-cried as the fabric dug into him. He was going to feel much more pain than that before she was done with him.
    His own hands were moving across her, stripping her blouse from her shoulders. Her breasts, so firm and round, fell free immediately and pressed into his stronger, firmer chest as they kissed wildly, the warmth of their two bodies igniting as she sought out the waistband of his trousers, almost yelling in frustration as she fumbled to release his cock. Then she was inside and her eager fingertips clasped around the iron heat of his erection.
    Oh god—ohbloodyfuckingmercifulgod!
    Even after a year, Karla couldn ’t get enough of Hayden’s manhood. It was truly magnificent. It was one of the reasons (one among many) that he was such an arrogant prick, and also one of the reasons why Karla forgave him so much. She was still angry with him, but now she wanted him. The reasons as to her anger, the whys and wherefores could wait. There was only one thing she wanted now. In truth, she was also dimly aware that her real anger was directed against herself. It wasn’t meant to be like this: Karla Steel had always taken great pride in dominating any man easily and completely.
    Nowadays she only had to look at Hayden and she ’d be wet.
    He was yanking at her trousers, his blue eyes blazing with an almost blind lust that simply made her gush as she fell sideways, one hand still like a vice gripping his immense cock as he tugged her trousers free. Kicking her feet to try and get the rest of her clothes off, she connected—accidentally this time—with Hayden’s stomach and heard him grunt as the air left his body. Her own shriek of frustration came from the fact she no longer held onto his magnificent, engorged erection, but at least one leg of her culottes was free now and she let the other flap around as she leaped onto him, her hand a heat-seeking missile—and there was a lot of heat emanating from Hayden’s loins.
    There was no time —no need—for further foreplay as she guided him to the proper target. Instead, her body half-collapsed on top of his, his hands holding onto her shoulders as her breasts were squashed against the firm pecs of his chest. Their mouths connected, devouring each other, while she rubbed the massive tip of him against her wet sex, slathering it with her juices. So big, so fucking big she repeated inside her skull, unable to do anything more than kiss and moan as she pushed herself down. He was so big, but she was so hungry, open for him.
    Her eyes went wide as she forced him inside her. Sex with Hayden