All Chapters of My Badboy Knight: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TASHAThat mouth of his might just be the end of me. My skin flushes at his words, my heart racing."Nate," I whimper when a second finger slides inside me, joining the first in rubbing against my inner walls. He slicks them halfway out only to slam them right back inside me. I moan, my hips riding his thrusting fingers, chasing his rhythm as he continues ramming into me. When his thumb begins to rub my clit, the sweet friction, in combination with his fingers pumping inside me, sends me tethering on the edge. I grab onto him harder, riding his thrusts faster. "Yes, come for me." His words, with his mouth now kissing my lips with fast tongue strokes swirling inside my mouth, matching the rapid movements of his fingers inside me, ripples me right over the edge. I cry out as my back dips, my head angling back as the intense wave of my orgasm hits me, shuddering all over my entire body. More moans and gasps ebb off me as my riding thighs lock tight around him, my core muscles clenching

TASHAThe questions keep vibrating in my head even when I enter the greenhouse. Nate is talking to the man. They turn around at my presence, Nate's smile vanishing off his face the instant his eyes meet mine. Nothing stabs more painfully than when you feel your heart squeezing so tight like it is been ripped right out from your chest.That is exactly what I am going through right now."Tasha Quinn, come over here." The man beckons to me. I drop my bag on the table and dust off my hands against the jean material of my skirt, my restlessness growing more and more every second I walk closer to them. Nate looks away when I reach them."You both are in luck today." The man says, showing us a large mass of green vines and shrunken branch sticks with dried brown leaves heaped together. "The labourers did half the work during the weekend, so all you have to do is to just pack them up and burn them right in that incinerator there." He points to the big black incinerator just less than a hundred

NATEI exhale a tired sigh, pulling myself up into a sitting position and resting my aching arms over my knees. Tasha is all I think about, and I will be so damned and fucked up this Saturday if I lose focus. I do not know if her presence on that day will be a blessing or a distraction, but I really hope it turns out to be the former.After a while, Alex stands and offers me his hand, which I accept. He helps me up to my feet."I would have suggested we spar some more, but it is clear you are not mentally in shape right now, so I am gonna leave you to figure out your shit," he pats my shoulder. "Go home and get some rest. Tomorrow we continue, but before then, please get your mind together."I nod. "Sure. Thank you Alex." I mutter.He corks me a smile, patting me some more before walking out of the training area, heading to his office. I watch him close the door after he steps inside."What's bugging you man?" Marco asks, giving me a quizzical look."Nothing." I bend and pick up the to

TASHAA mixture of instant pain and anger coils and twists in the pit of my stomach at Diane's unsolicited presence approaching us. When she stops in front of us, I notice her picking at her fingers, and I nearly recoil at the thought that stings in my head that we still have the same stupid habit that we share despite everything that has happened between us. Her eyes fall to me, staring at me like they are trying to beg me for something. "Tasha," her voice is nearly a mere whisper. "Can we talk?""No," My voice is firm and hot with the anger brewing inside me. "We don't have anything to talk about.""Please," she begs, taking another step further towards me. I take a step back, nearly stumbling. Nate holds onto me, steadying me. I can feel my tears coming, welling up in my eyes, the anger and pain I feel because of her not enough to quench them. After hurting me by fucking with Jason and treating me like trash just to fit in, what else does she want again? Isn't she yet satisfied wi

TASHAAfter tossing around on my bed nearly all morning and going downstairs to watch TV with my mum in the afternoon, Saturday evening finally crawls in, meeting me in the shower. The anticipation of getting to watch Nate fight has been eating deep into my bones, especially since yesterday. I have never been to a fight before, but damn hell will that make me miss this. I feel bad for lying to my mum about going to watch a couple movies with Jennie this evening, but I think it is worth it. Besides, she will never allow her precious daughter to go watch a bunch of sweaty hot ass guys fighting to beat each other into a pulp, so I had to tell her the lie Jennie and I prepared. Jennie should better keep to her word by coming to get me.Done with taking my bath, I step out from the bathroom and begin to prepare, getting dressed and styling my hair into long straight strands falling past my shoulders to the middle of my back. I take my time in applying some makeup before gathering a few thi