Breaking The Chains (Satan's Knights Prospect Trilogy)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Bishop, what are you doing here?”

  “I came to take you out,” he says simply, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looks me over with a sheepish grin on his face. “What do you say, Peaches, you got any plans tonight?”

  Drawing my lip between my teeth, I lean against the door. We haven’t spoken since our trip to the zoo, each of us trying to give the other the space needed to get their thoughts and feeling sorted and now here he is. Dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a simple black thermal, looking like the man of my dreams.

  “I’m not dressed,” I say, glancing down at the pair of gray sweats and the Betty Boop sweatshirt that is much larger than the t-shirt I wore when I visited him in Riker’s.

  “You look beautiful,” he volleys, pausing to tip his chin to the cartoon character on my chest. “And you’re wearing my favorite pin-up girl to boot.”

  “Flapper girl,” I correct, smiling like a fool.

  “Seriously, you don’t need to be dressed for what I have planned,” he says and there is no mistaking the flicker of lust in those blue eyes.

  I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one has left the high-stakes Monopoly game before looking back at him.

  “What exactly do you have planned?”

  “Say yes and I’ll show you.”

  “What about Connor?”

  “Funny thing happened this afternoon, I got a call from your mom.”

  The smile falls from my face.

  “My mother called you?”

  “She sure did, lovely woman by the way, she prefers to call me Gabriel, though.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  “She told me she and Connor needed my help, that her daughter needed someone to make her smile and asked if I was up for the job. Only a fool would turn down a gig like that.”

  “And let me guess, you’re no fool?”

  “Daddy!” Connor calls, interrupting us before Bishop can reply. His eyes leave me and move to his son. Bending his knees, he spreads his arms and catches him in his embrace. “Did you come to take Charlotte out?”

  “I did,” he says, lifting him high in his arms. “You mind if I steal her away for a while?”

  “Keep her for as long as you like.”

  “Mom!” I exclaim, feeling my cheeks flush. “Bishop, this is my mother, Camila and that quiet gentleman who knows to mind his manners is her friend, John.”

  I watch as Bishop balances Connor with one arm and extends his free hand to John.

  “It’s good to meet you both finally.”

  They exchange some pleasantries and Bishop lowers Connor to his feet, giving the top of his head a peck before tousling his hair.

  “Go, on, we’ll be fine, isn’t that right, Connor?”

  “Yep, but John can I be the banker? It’s not really your thing.”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” John replies, holding out his hand for Connor. Bishop turns to me and I meet his heated gaze.

  “Come on, Peaches, let me make you smile.”

  “Oh, I like him,” my mom whispers next to him and I roll my eyes.

  “Fine, let me just grab my shoes.”

  ******

  If you ask me what the perfect first date consists of, I’ll say it's a quiet night at home with a nice meal and a bottle of wine. I swear it’s like Bishop knew that when planning tonight. After I put my sneakers on, I took out my contacts and found my glasses. Fixing them to my face, I grabbed my bag and followed Bishop out my mother’s door. We climbed onto his motorcycle and he took me back to his apartment at Grace’s.

  I figured he was going to order dinner, but he surprised me by cooking a delicious meal of pork chops and cherry peppers. For a side dish, he went with a simple salad and he knocked it out of the park with a bottle of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio.

  “I’m sorry there’s no couch,” he says against my ear.

  After dinner, we took our wine into the living room and placed pillows on the floor, before settling on top of them to watch a movie. My back started to hurt, and Bishop noticed. He pulled my back against his chest and wrapped his arms around my middle, and we haven’t moved since, neither of us willing to break the spell we seem to be under.

  “Everything is perfect,” I whisper, turning my head slightly to breathe in the musky scent of his cologne. His fingers toy with the hem of my sweatshirt as he brushes his nose against my hair.

  “You’re perfect,” he rasps as his hand slides under my shirt. I suck in a breath as his calloused fingers graze my belly, and close my eyes, savoring his touch. “Have done any thinking?” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder. Before I can answer, he presses his lips to the side of my neck and a whimper escapes the back of my throat.

  “Charlotte?”

  His hand slides further up my stomach and those rough fingers tease the underside of my breast. Wishing for more, my nipples harden against the lace bra and I squirm in his lap. His erection presses into my ass and I can’t help the whimper that slips past my lips.

  “What was the question?” I stammer.

  “I asked you if you’ve done any thinking about us and where we go from here…”

  The only place I want to go right now is his bed. Lowering my hand, I slide it under my shirt and cover his. Our fingers intertwine and I guide his hand to my breast. Turning my head, I push my glasses further onto the bridge of my nose and peer up at him.

  “I’m not going to find any weapons in your pants, am I?” I ask.

  “That depends what you consider a weapon, Peaches,” he murmurs huskily, squeezing my tit. “Tell me you want this, Charlotte, because I don’t know if I can handle much more.”

  It’s a plea from him to me and the truth is, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Everything I thought wanted or needed is nothing compared to what I crave from this man and it’s time he knows that.

  Reaching behind me, I drop my palm to the bulge protruding against my ass. As soon as my hand closes around his cock, a groan rumbles against my ear and I turn my head a fraction more to watch his features harden.

  “I want you to fuck me, Bishop. I want to you to do every dirty thing you’ve dreamed of doing to me these last few months and I want you to do them again in the morning after we wake up together.”

  He stares at me for a second before licking his lips.

  “Done,” he whispers before bringing his mouth to mine. It’s not slow or sweet like it is in the movies. Our lips crash together and wage a war. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and our tongues twist together. I tilt my head, trying to get a better angle on him, but with my back to him it’s difficult.

  Bishops lips were made for kissing and as much as I want to feel him inside me, I also want to lie naked with him in a bed, feel his heart beat against mine and kiss until our lips bruise. I pull away, turn around in his lap and wrap my legs around his waist before reaching for his face. I draw him close and press my lips against his, opening for him. His cold tongue plays with mine and I rub myself against his erection, needing more.

  He breaks our kiss and I stare at him with confusion until he raises my arms and starts to work my sweatshirt over my head. Chucking it to the side, he stares at my swollen tits for only a moment before he dips his head and runs his tongue down my neck. He alternates between licking, sucking and biting as I thread my fingers through his hair. Feeling like a live wire, I throw my head back and welcome his lips as they trail across my collar bone and take purchase on my shoulder. I feel his teeth against my delicate skin and heat pools between my legs.

  Needing to feel his skin against mine, I reach for the hem of his shirt and push the material up his washboard abs and over his pecks. I stop at his shoulders and bend my head to flick my tongue over his nipple. Losing his patience, he rips the shirt over his head and lifts my chin. He stares at me with hooded eyes and wraps his arms around my back, finding the clasp of my bra. Undoing it, he drags the straps down my arms to reveal my breasts.

  “Jesus Chris
t,” he mutters, bringing his hands around me to touch them. He starts to caress them, tracing circles around my nipples, but that doesn’t last long. His cock twitches between my legs and he pinches my nipples, pulling them until they’re red and oh, so hard.

  “Do you know how many times I jerked off to your tits alone?” he growls. “I’ve sucked and fucked them a thousand times and every time is sweeter than the last.”

  “Show me,” I plead, arching my back. Muttering a curse, he bends his head and takes one of my hard nipples between his lips and I close my eyes as he sucks it slow and hard. It’s painfully erotic and I nearly come just from that. He keeps my orgasm at bay by releasing my nipple and in one swift move he lifts me off the floor. My arms and legs wrap around him and my tits smash against his hard chest as I bend my head and kiss his neck.

  Carrying me into his bedroom, he gently places me on the foot of the bed and kneels on the floor between my legs. Reaching for the waistband of my sweat he drags my pants down my legs, leaving me just in my thong.

  I wait for his touch, but it doesn’t come.

  He stands and takes a step back. Our eyes lock as he undresses for me and when he’s completely naked, I stand from the bed. Closing the distance between us, I bring my hands to his shoulders and let my fingers trace the snowflakes. He closes his eyes as my hands move lower and lower until I reach the dusting of hair that leads to his cock. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and work the length of it. Come leaks from the head and I drop to my knees.

  “Peaches,” he hisses, threading my fingers through my hair. He grips the back of my head and my glasses slide down my nose. Holding his cock to my lips, I lift my free hand to remove my glasses, but he gives my hair a tug and shakes his head.

  “Keep them on,” he orders.

  Instead of arguing, I open my mouth and lick the come from his cock. His fingers tighten in my hair and he jerks his hips, pushing the length of his cock deeper into my mouth. I gag and squeeze his ass cheeks, but I find a rhythm and soon I’m sucking his dick like it’s my god given talent.

  He doesn’t let me do it for long, before he pulls out of my mouth and orders me to my feet. I know he’s been deprived, and he doesn’t want it to end before it even begins, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about this man that makes me lose control. He makes feel powerful and beautiful and…sexy.

  Until now, I’ve always been a little timid in the bedroom, but with Bishop, I don’t give a damn that my breasts are way more than a handful and I’m not ashamed of my hips. I’m not wondering if he’s turned on by body, I know he is and that’s the best feeling.

  With a confidence I didn’t know I was capable of I push him towards the bed. The backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress and I shove his chest with all my might, watching as his back bounces against the mattress. Crawling over him, I straddle him. My heavy tits sway as I lean over him and push his legs apart. My knees dig into the mattress and I lower myself onto his lap.

  His hands move to my hips and he rubs my covered pussy against his cock. The friction feels amazing and I reach between my legs. Sliding the scrap of material to the side, I expose my pussy to his hungry eyes. I push two fingers inside and close my eyes.

  In and out.

  Slow and steady.

  I open my eyes and remove my hand, lifting it to show him the wetness coating my fingers.

  “See that?” I whisper.

  Dropping my fingers to his chest, I wipe them dry.

  “Mine,” I say, meeting his eyes. He reaches up, takes my face and drags my mouth to his.

  That skilled tongue of his invades my mouth, and he rolls me onto my back. Pushing off me, he stands and jerks his cock.

  “Get on all fours,”

  It’s not a request, it’s a demand and I meet it without question. Knees on the mattress, ass in the air, I press my tits against the mattress and grab the iron bars of the headboard. Bishop climbs on top of me and spreads my ass cheeks, pushing the thong out of the way.

  “Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he growls before pushing his head between my legs. His tongue laps at me and his fingers dig into my ass. I grind my pussy against his eager tongue, chasing that euphoric high but, again he keeps me begging for it.

  He removes his mouth and straddles me. His pulls the waist band of my thong and tugs my ass against his cock. My fingers slip from the headboard and I push myself up. With my knees firmly planted on top of the mattress, I lean against him. Bishop slides one hand between my legs and moves the other to my throat. Feeling his ragged breath against my ear, I lift my hands to my breasts and push them together.

  Releasing my neck, he pushes me back down, so I’m pressed against the mattress and using my thong as leverage, he pulls my ass higher. He nudges my legs apart and this time it’s his cock that enters me. There’s no slow entry. He pushes that long thick cock deep inside me with one thrust and when he pulls out, he slams back in harder. My ass cheeks jiggle as he pounds me into the mattress, and I claw the sheets. My glasses fall from my face and I push back, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust.

  “Fuck yes,” I cry. “Like that…just like that… don’t stop.”

  “I’m sorry,” he grunts, pulling out. My eyes fly open and I look over my shoulder. “Turn over,” he hisses. “Hurry.”

  It’s not easy for me to roll over because my body feels like a pool of liquid, but I do as I’m told, and I watch as his hand moves roughly up and down his shaft.

  “Eyes up here, Peaches,” he demands and when my hazel eyes meet his baby blues, he paints my belly with his hot come. He decorates me with every last drop and when he’s finally finished, I drop my gaze to his cock. Still hard, he spreads my legs and crooks his finger.

  “Sit up,” he pants. “I want you to look at how beautiful your cunt looks swallowing my cock.”

  “You can’t possibly…can you?” I ask, breathlessly.

  “Peaches, I haven’t fucked in years and you’ve got the tightest pussy my dick has ever seen. We’re going all night. Now, pull your knees to your tits and watch the show. Your cunt was made for me.”

  He wasn’t exaggerating.

  Not about my cunt being made for him and not about going all night.

  Bishop fucked me until our bodies cried in pain and then he held me in his arms and kissed me until our lips were bruised.

  -Twenty-six-

  Bishop

  Opening my eyes, I grunt in pain and try to stretch my throbbing limbs, but the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms stirs, reminding me they’re a small price to pay for the all the fucking we did last night. I tried to control myself, but once I felt that pussy close around my cock there was no stopping me. I couldn’t get enough of all the heat and the best part about it was she couldn’t either. I was right about Peaches, she liked it rough. The harder I gave it to her, the harder she came. We were a match made in heaven and forged in hell, but we fucked like it was our only reason for living.

  Pushing her hair away from her face, I kiss the top of her head and cup her breast with my hand. So receptive to me, even in sleep, she leans into my touch. I continue to touch her, softly brushing my thumb back and forth over her nipple, unable to help myself.

  I’ve waited so long to have her in my arms and at my mercy, I don’t ever want to leave this bed.

  “This has to be the best way to wake up,” she murmurs against my chest, her eyes still closed. My lips quirk and I pinch her nipple. Did I mention how much I love playing with her tits? I think I might have a fetish.

  She opens her eyes and lifts her head from my chest.

  “Good morning,” I say huskily, bending to take her mouth. She blocks my lips with her hand, covering her mouth and my gaze snaps back to hers. “I didn’t brush my teeth yet,” she explains sheepishly, her cheeks flushing slightly. I bark out a laugh and give her nipple another pinch.

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “No,” she frowns. “It’s been a long time since I’ve slept wit
h someone and while I don’t remember having any complaints about my breath in the past, I don’t want to ruin last night with stinky morning breath.”

  “Nothing will ever ruin last night,” I retort. “You swallowed my come, I can take a little morning breath. C’mere, it’s the first morning I get to wake up and see your face, I want to celebrate that with a kiss.”

  Biting her lip, she tries to hide her smile and slaps my chest.

  “You’re very vulgar, you know that?”

  “You didn’t seem to mind last night,” I remind her, cocking my head to the side. “In fact, if I recall correctly, you got pretty vulgar yourself towards the end.”

  Her cheeks get a shade darker and my grin widens.

  “I like it,” I tell her. “Now how about that kiss?”

  “Is that all you want?” she teases, throwing one leg over my body as she takes a seat on my abdomen. Completely unbashful she raises her arms over her head and stretches her naked body. Her full breasts sway in front of me and her pussy presses against my belly. My dick jerks as I slowly drink her in, committing every beautiful inch to memory.

  “I want to regret every bad thing I’ve ever done, but I can’t,” I whisper hoarsely, and the playful smile falls from her lips. Pushing her down a couple of inches, I sit up and pull her down, onto my cock. She gasps as I fill her, and I nip her lips. “Because everything I did led me straight to you.”

  Adjusting to the feel of me, she sighs and wraps her arms around my neck. Tears fill her eyes, but they don’t fall.

  “Kiss me,” I whisper and this time she doesn’t fight it. Her mouth crashes with mine and our tongues duel. We continue to kiss as she grips my shoulders and starts working her pussy over my cock. It’s a tighter fit than last night and that’s because I didn’t prime her, so we go at a slow and steady pace. When her pussy is nice and wet, she rides me fast and hard. I suck on her tits and play with her clit as she bounces up and down on my cock.

  We lock out the rest of the world and drown in the beauty of us until we’re both coming. I don’t pull out. I fill her with my come until it’s dripping down her leg and then I roll her onto her back and do it all over again.