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Be Mine, Little Knight (A Tainted Duet Valentine’s Day Bonus Chapter)

Valentine’s Day is here, so I hope you guys enjoy this little treat from me. I know how much Theo & Chloe aka Daddy Black & Little Knight mean to you guys, so I hope you enjoy it!

** Please ignore any errors. This was written for fun during my free time. 🙂 **

 

BE MINE, LITTLE KNIGHT

 

I couldn’t handle it anymore.

I wanted to consider myself weak, stupid—a terrible, terrible mother. I was at the point where I felt I was going to explode if I didn’t get a single second to myself to breathe.

No one said raising a child was easy, but raising two at the same time? It was hard work and I wanted to cry. Badly.

Theo was at work, the house was a mess, our Valentine’s Day dinner was burnt due to my lack of supervising it, and my nine month old daughters were red in the face, screaming their heads off for God knows what.

“Calm down, please, Joanna,” I begged, on the verge of tears. I bounced her on my knee as Sophia hollered in her bouncer. Just as I started to reach for her, too, the front door swung open and in he walked.

My husband.

Just in time to save the day.

He had a bouquet of white and red roses in hand and a box of chocolates in the other, but as soon as he caught the flustered look on my face, he placed the items down on the hallway table, rushing for me.

Believe me, I would have been ecstatic about the flowers and chocolate, had I not been so stressed, but this was not the time. I couldn’t even fake it. I was so tired and so done.

“What is going on with my girls?” he cooed as he dropped his keys on the coffee table, immediately bending down to pick Sophia up. He looked right up at me with concerned, brown eyes, like he was asking me too.

I sighed, plopping back down on the couch and patting Joanna on the back. “It’s been a rough day,” I told him, eyes still burning. “The girls wouldn’t nap. I tried to cook dinner for us and totally screwed it up. I even drank half the bottle of wine we were supposed to share tonight just to calm myself down, but it hardly worked. Everything is ruined, Theo.”

That was it.

Admitting it out loud brought out the tears. I felt them running down my cheeks like lines of fire. I’d been holding them in all day and now that he was here, now that he was looking at me and next, sitting to rub my back, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Shit, Chlo,” he chuckled and then kissed my temple. “It’s okay. There are going to be rough days. You’re doing your best.” He grabbed my chin, putting my eyes on his. “I got your text message earlier, which is why I called Kim before I got here. She’s going to watch the girls for the rest of the night while we spend some alone time together.”

My eyes stretched, my heart dancing now. “Seriously? Are you sure she doesn’t have any plans?”

He waved a hand and then stood up, nuzzling the tip of his nose on Sophia’s cheek. “She said she was positive and that she knows you need the night off. So,” he went on, extending his left arm and gesturing for me to hand him Joanna, “you go upstairs, take a shower, get dressed for a nice dinner, and also pack a bag.”

“A bag?” I inquired as he held the girls close to his chest.

“Yep. We’re getting a hotel.”

I smiled. “That sounds nice.”

“It will be.” He leaned towards me and gave me a full kiss on the lips. “Think wine, chocolates, candlelight . . . just me and you in a quiet room.”

“Oh my goodness,” I sighed. “That sounds like heaven.”

He smirked, bobbing his head towards the staircase. “Go. Kim is on her way.”

He made a silly face at the girls and they giggled their damn heads off. Oh, yeah. Laugh with Dad but scream and kick with Mom.

I couldn’t help but love it, though. As I walked up the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he laid them on their blankets on the floor and started blowing raspberries on their bellies and cheeks.

He was a great father. I loved watching him play with them. He was so calm around them. Sometimes I questioned how he could be so patient when all I wanted to do was explode some days.

* * *

Kim showed up as soon as I was all finished packing an overnight bag for us.

She was thrilled to watch the girls and had already started playing with them, which made me feel a little better about going out for a full night alone with Theo.

She wasn’t forcing it. She was happy to do it, and she passed me a look like she knew I needed it before hugging me goodbye.

“Relax, babe,” Theo murmured as he started the car. “The girls will be fine. Tonight will be a good one. You deserve it. You haven’t had a night away from them in a while.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Neither of us have.”

“By the way,” he chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway. “I tried the spaghetti. It wasn’t too bad . . . minus the burnt noodles at the bottom of the pan.”

I looked over at him, fighting a smile as he broke out in laughter. “You are such a jackass,” I giggled.

He grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. Even after all these months, I still loved how his hand felt in mine. His hands weren’t too rough and never too hot or cold. They were perfect and warm and the small squeeze always caused a flutter in my belly.

We checked into the hotel first, dropping our bags off, and then we headed to dinner at a nice restaurant with an oceanview. I had several glasses of sweet red wine while Theo filled himself up with beer.

Not once did he take his eyes off of me. Not once did he pick up his phone or pretend he couldn’t hear me. He listened to every word I said, despite the boring, stressful day I had.

He took my comments about me feeling like a bad mother and flipped them into supporting compliments.

“You are a great mother, Chloe. It’s tough raising kids, yeah, but the girls think you are perfect. Same as I do.”

I blushed, lowering my line of vision. He tipped my chin back up connecting our gazes again. “What do you say we get out of here?”

I grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. “I would love that.”

* * *

We entered the hotel, me stumbling on my own two feet, and him laughing about how I nearly busted my ass in the hotel lobby.

“I can’t help it. These heels are too damn tall,” I laughed as we walked into the dimly lit room.

“How about I get rid of them for you?” he offered, gripping my waist with one hand while shutting the door with the other. He pressed his forehead down on mine and then scooped me up in his arms.

Before I could take a full breath, his warm, gentle lips came down on mine and my back fell down on something soft and cushioned.

He grinded between my legs, hungry for me. Greedy. I could tell he’d wanted this to happen all day.

His palm slid down my leg and he gripped the spike of my red heel, tugging it off. I smiled behind the next kiss, running my hands over the sheets, but that’s when I caught something in hand.

Theo sat up and took my other heel off as I studied the red rose petal in my hand. I sat up straight and looked around, taking in the view of the entire room, realizing it wasn’t lit with regular light, but by candlelight. It wasn’t like this when we dropped the bags off. The room was empty. Simple.

Now, there were white candles surrounding us, the shadows dancing on the walls. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and chocolates, and champagne on ice was on the nightstand, two flute glasses beside it.

“Who did this?” I asked, nearly breathless.

He smiled down at me, grabbing my hand and reeling me into him. “I may have paid someone a little extra to set this up for me while we ate. I know the manager here. Good guy.”

“Wow, Theo, I—” I looked around, down at the trail of rose petals that led to the bathroom. I peered up at him and he nodded his approval, a soft, subtle smile on his lips.

I stepped away from him, following the petals. When I entered the bathroom, there were even more candles set up on the counters and around the tub. Instrumental music was playing, soothing, sensual.

The whirlpool tub was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles, and with the way the mirrors were steamed I could tell the water was still hot.

“So that’s who you were talking to on the phone before we got in the car,” I proclaimed, turning to face him. “Someone from the hotel?”

He nodded. “Yep.” Tucking his forefingers beneath the straps of my dress, he started to lower them, rolling them over my shoulders and down my arms.

I didn’t say a word as we locked eyes, the music surrounding us, the steam warming my body up, but not as much as he was in this moment. He didn’t stop until my dress had puddled around my ankles.

He didn’t falter, kissing me on the lips first, and then trailing his sculpted mouth down to my collarbone, bending down to kiss my chest, my breasts, sucking each nipple into his warm mouth.

“It’s time to relax,” he breathed against my skin, backing me up towards the counter. “Careful with the candles,” he ordered, but I was sure he didn’t give a damn about the candles.

I pushed a few of them aside and he sat me down on top of the empty space, lowering his body again, kissing me wherever he could until he was right there.

Right between my legs.

I blazed below, ready to feel him. Ready to accept it all. When he spread my legs wider and skimmed my clit with his tongue, I exhaled loudly, like I’d needed this all day. And maybe I did. It was long, trying day. I needed release. I needed him.

I gripped the edge of the counter as he dropped to his knees and held my waist tight, eating my pussy like he couldn’t wait for this to happen.

He groaned between my thighs, squeezing my hips. I threaded my fingers through his hair and that act alone fueled him. His tongue rolled faster and his groans turned into growls. He forced my hips closer towards the edge of the counter so he could bury his tongue deeper, sliding it up and down, up and down, and then gently sucking on my clit.

It was enough to make me do what I’d needed to do all day—explode. I shattered and cried out as he nipped and licked at my tender nub, and then he eased up, kissing the insides of my thighs before dropping them gently.

I stood and immediately started unbuttoning his black dress shirt, ravenous for him. My fingers were in a frenzy; I felt like I couldn’t unbutton it fast enough. I ran my hands down next, over his jeans, where his hard cock rested. He was so hard for me. So ready.

Tilting my head back, I pressed my lips on his, helping him get his jeans and boxers off. He shrugged out of his shirt and then picked me up in his arms, causing me to yelp.

He walked towards the tub, stepping in foot by foot, holding my gaze. He sat down in the warm water, bringing me down with him, the bubbles and warmth consuming us whole. He twisted me around, forcing my legs around his waist. I was on top of him, no words spoken as I felt his thick tip meet my entrance.

I sank down on top of him, lower and lower, realizing he wanted it slow. Steady.

When he was fully inside me, my lips parted, my body trying to get adjusted to the size of him. He brought his head up, claiming my mouth, sliding his tongue right through and bringing me closer.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned when the kiss broke. “Forget about everything else and be mine, Little Knight.”

I worked my hips in full circles on top of him, his voice my undoing. I indulged in him, riding like I couldn’t get enough. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lowered my head and kissed him on his neck, sucking there lightly, listening to him sigh with relief and stiffen all at once.

He loved when I did that.

He could never get enough of it.

He palmed my ass as water splashed, tilting his head back to rest it on the edge of the tub.

I lifted up and down, clenching and moaning, drawing out his release, riding my husband. My Theodore Black. My everything and more.

He was close, I could tell. He squeezed my ass tighter in hand, holding me down and thrusting his hips up, dropping his chin.

Our eyes met again, and as he groaned, I sighed and shuddered, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. He tilted his hips up once more, filling me up, and then he dropped them, the euphoria sweeping over us.

The room seemed to light up that night, like a million stars had surrounded us. Hearts booming. Breaths heavy. Our, love so thick and impenetrable.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking the back of my head. “We still got it.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. “Yeah,” I panted. “We do.”

He sat up a little, but kept me on his lap. “You love me?” He kissed my chin.

“Of course I do, babe.”

“You’ll be my valentine forever, Little Knight?”

“Yes,” I laughed lightly.

“And my love, for the rest of my life?”

I felt my cheeks burn as I bit a smile. “Always, Theo. That will never change.”

“Good,” he said. “’Cause this Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet. I need more of you.”

I giggled like a little girl as he stood up with me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. We were naked and drenched as he laid me down on the bed and crawled between my legs, but neither of us cared.

We were together. Still happy. Still blossoming. Still growing as a couple. He was mine and I was still his. Forever his. As I kissed him, caressed him, and made the sweetest love to my husband, I knew it would stay this way for a long time.

These weren’t just words being spewed to make one another happy.

It was love.

I was still so in love with him.

Hell, I think I may have been the luckiest girl in the world that night. He didn’t just tell me he loved me—didn’t just whisper those words on my skin as he explored my body—but he showed it too. Bright and clear.

There was no denying that this was mutual.

I would always be his Little Knight and he would always be my sweet, sweet Theo.

What more could a girl ask for?

Tainted Black – EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE

tainted EXCLUSIVE

First, let me apologize for how long it’s been since I’ve last updated my website. Here I am, paying for this site of mine, and not keeping it together. What is up with that?

Anyway, I am here to present something I think Tainted Black fans might love (or hate). A BONUS SCENE! I wrote this… but then I freaked out because I didn’t want to share it. But then I thought about all of the love I received, how many people I touched with Mr. Black and Chloe’s relationship.

Now, before you go into this thing, realize that this chapter corresponds with the novel. You will feel… and I mean really, really feel. It is told in Theo’s point-of-view, so YAY for that! And for those who have read it and are wondering where this would go, I would say that this part fits in after the end of Tainted Black… maybe like 2 years from their final encounter.

I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts. This chapter was edited to the best of my abilities. If you spot something that is not quite right, I say to ignore it. This was written for you guys… and for fun. 🙂 

FYI: If you have not read Tainted Black yet and plan to, DON’T READ THIS. It is chock-full of SPOILERS! You have been warned…

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The sun beamed.

The curtains, so white and clean, billowing with the Bristle Wave breeze. Music drifted up the stairs, playing loudly from the speaker. A song by Rihanna. One of her favorites.

My tiredness subsided for the time being. I felt refreshed. I pushed out of bed, tugging on the jogging pants beside the bed, forgetting about the shirt. Walking to the bathroom, I gave my teeth a quick brush, washed up a bit, and then drifted out of the bedroom.

The coffee was rich in the air, a fresh brew. My stomach swirled at the thought of having that first grand cup, how it would taste running across my taste buds, officially waking me up. I met at the bottom of the staircase and rounded the corner. Pans and pots clanked, and the music was louder now.

As I spotted the sunlight streaming in, thought of that hot coffee that would push me awake, smelled the pancakes and warm syrup, none of it mattered because there she was, in the kitchen, humming, shaking those round, full hips.

She had a piece of melon between her fingers, the other hand occupied with the handle of a frying pan. She sang a line from the song, still moving those hips, still singing, until I cleared my throat, folding my arms and leaning against the edge of the wall.

She gasped and whirled around without the pan, placing the now empty hand across the heart of her chest. “Oh my God, Theo!”

“Scared you?” I asked, brow cocked.

She waltzed towards me, her arms wrapping around my waist, head craned to meet my lips.

I looked down at her, meeting soft hazel eyes. “Good morning, Knight.”

“Good morning. Now kiss me,” she begged, grinning adorably. “Stop stalling.”

I looked up. “Are you cooking for me?”

“Theo.”

“I mean, I love breakfast. The most important meal of the day and all, right?”

“Theo!” she giggled, slapping my chest playfully.

I busted out in a laugh, clutching her tight in my arms and lowering my head to press my lips to hers. I loved messing with her. Behind our kiss, I laughed, and she grinned, hugging me tight. Her body molded with mine, and my back pressed on the wall.

We remained this way for quite some time. I’m not sure how long. I didn’t count. Several minutes passed, and hunger took hold of her. I could tell she wanted me… again. Her body was hot now, loose. Open and vulnerable. She draped her arms around the back of my neck, bouncing on her toes and giving me a light boost to pick her up.

Those slender legs wrapped around my waist, my erection nestled on her lower belly. She moaned, and a deep groan slipped out of me as I twirled her around so that her back was to the wall. She still wore those short shorts, the ones that I threatened I’d burned if she wore them in public again.

They were made of loose cotton, so access was easy… super easy for me. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and my cock strained, dying to be inside her. Throbbing, leaking from being so fucking thirsty. “Fuck, Chloe,” I groaned, grasping her ass in my hands. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, catching it. I dropped my gaze to her mouth, our noses touching.

“I’m ready when you are,” she breathed.

I focused on her mouth. I was born ready for this girl. My soulmate. My life. I pressed forward and crushed her lips, no warning. No hesitation. Something was burning now, the odor strong, but we were both careless, though we shouldn’t have been.

I slung her body around, marching for the table in the corner, dropping her down on it, and sliding out of my pants. Her shorts were pulled off in an instant, my cock settled between her thighs. My mouth claimed every inch of her skin. God, I couldn’t speak because I was so fucking eager. I couldn’t think, my mind was so cloudy with thoughts of her.

My hands drifted across her silky skin, palms meeting at her hips, clutching, gripping, as her fingernails drug across the skin on my toned back. She was perched on her elbows, and gruffly I said, “Make sure you watch me, baby. Alright?”

And she nodded, so eager, so ready. She licked those supple lips, eyes locked with mine. She’d grown accustomed to watching, to witnessing the magic my tongue could do. Sensually I ate my girl, massaging her clit, slurping, licking, and sucking. I delved deep, the taste of her so addicting; her moans sparking the fuel in me, causing me to pulse and throb like a motherfucker as I stroked myself.

She loved every bit of it, body bucking as she held me just a little tighter.

“Oh, Theo,” she breathed. I loved when she said my name. It sounded so good coming from her mouth.

So sweet.

So innocent.

Though I’d tainted her innocence over and over again, there was no going back. She loved being the bad girl for me. She loved giving me full control. She knew my need to dominate, to own her. It’d been this way for months.

Even though she’d lost my daughter as her friend. Even though I was married to Sheila. Even though she was engaged to Sterling. None of it mattered, because we were us. We loved one another, and fucked like we hated each other.

If that isn’t perfection, then I don’t know what is.

I took my Knight, fucking her on top of the table, thrusting, slamming, causing the legs of it to wobble, and scratch the marble. Her head fell back, her neck exposed, and I took advantage, sucking on the tender skin right above her collarbone, grinding harder, and swelling up deep inside her sweet pussy.

The burnt smell was thick in the air now, almost suffocating. But I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going. It was too good. So tight. So wet. I didn’t want to stop… but she already had.

“Theo,” she gasped. “Theo. Stop. Fire. There’s fire.”

“I know,” I growled. “We’re on fucking fire, baby. We always have been.”

“No, Theo,” she said, moving closer, hugging me tight as if she were afraid.

I frowned down at her. I was fucking confused now.

“Theo… there’s fire. This is detrimental. This is hell for us. Don’t you see?” she whispered, voice cracking. “We don’t belong here. We can’t keep doing this. We’ll die going through the smog and flames if we do.”

I clasped her face in my hands, hating the tears that stole her happiness. I kissed them away as they skidded down her cheeks. I smoothed the remains away with the pads of my thumbs. Then I kissed her, so deeply, so passionately, and she returned the same ferocious passion, arms tight around me.

Pulling away, I said, “If I have to die just to be with you, then so be it. I can’t fucking live without you, Chloe.” I said this, but I don’t think she heard me. No. I know she didn’t because she was no longer in front of me. She wasn’t half-naked anymore. And I was fully dressed. She was now standing by the door. Her exit. Her escape.

She swallowed hard and waved at me, eyes full of remorse, just like the day she made love to me on Dirty Black for the last time. With sorrow and desolation, I called her name, begging—literally crawling my way to her through smog, smoke, and flames. “Chloe, please,” I begged. “Don’t do this to me again. I fucking need you. I—I can’t let you go. I fucking can’t. Not again.”

She looked down at me, tears skidding.

“I have to go, Theo.” She reached down and stroked my face. “But maybe in another lifetime.”

I’d said that for months now, repeating the mantra to myself as if it would restore hope, but another lifetime would never compare to this one. The one we shared. The love we built. It was too much. Too deep. So perfect. That could never be topped.

She opened the door, and walked out. I don’t know how she got out of my hold, my vice grip, but she did, and I watched her walk away, each step a crack forming on my black heart.

And, soon, her silhouette was gone.

The smoke and flames vanished, but I still felt too hot. Too heated.

I was still holding something.

It was cold. Hard. Flat. I lifted my head, staring right at my own reflection. It caught me off guard, and I startled a bit, gasping. I didn’t get it. I hated my face—the one in the same mirror I had shattered after stealing Chloe’s innocence when she was nineteen.

How is it repaired? Why the fuck is it here!?

It was here, like that night never fucking happened. It shimmered and transitioned into a photo of my daughter. My Izzy Bear. Her and Chloe… together. Smiling. So young and carefree. So happy together. Nothing could break their sisterly bond… no one but me.

I broke it. I fucking ruined it.

The area that surrounded me was pitch black, but light shined down on the mirror, leaving me no choice but to see myself as the mirror transitioned again. I stared at myself—the hurt in my eyes. The damage dominating my well-being. The pain… so unbearable.

The guilt swallowed me whole, and I sank.

I dropped.

I plummeted right into a black hole and wept for days. Months on fucking end.

I’d become even more damaged than I ever had been before, begging for Chloe to come back to me. Calling, and getting nothing but her voicemail. Emails with no replies. Text messages with no responses at all. Nothing was what I got in return. It was almost like she never even loved me to begin with… and maybe that was the point of it all. She never was supposed to love a man like me. Ever.

I called, emailed, and text her, begging for this girl to bring me joy again… to take care of me again…

But then, I wake up, panting, sweating.

And then I realize one thing.

All that shit—all of it was a dream.

A façade.

I have lived with nightmares for years—dealt with death, deceit, and battles. My time with Chloe was a glimpse of my own little fairytale—things that don’t happen for real, or at least the way they should. My own little story, full of never ending happiness, a river of peace.

It was a beautiful, fragmented mess.

And in this bed, as I stare ahead and think about it all, I know one thing.

I am alone.

I am forgotten.

I am… still heartbroken.

And, yet, I am still so madly in love with Chloe Knight.