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Knight Deleted Scene

Hi y'all!

I recently unearthed this deleted sex scene from Knight (An Impossible Novel).  I love it, but it ended up getting cut because there were just *too many* sex scenes in the last third of the book.  This takes place after the *Tucker Incident*, when Lydia and Smith are in the safe house in Chicago.  We get a little bit of sexy Clayton in this scene as well.  Enjoy!

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Master didn’t bother to muffle my sharp cry as he drove into me.  He had allowed me a brief respite that afternoon, but he decided to sate his hunger for my body once again after dinner.  We had been taking full advantage of the privacy of the apartment; neither of us had worn a stitch of clothing since breakfast.  I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week, but I didn’t care.

Now, my body was bent over the arm of the couch, Master anchoring me in place for him with one hand gripping my hip and the other snared in my hair.

My heart stopped at the sound of the apartment door clicking open.  I craned my head back to glance around Master’s powerful body.  Clayton was standing in the doorway, his expression betraying nothing more than mild surprise.

“Hey, Clayton,” Master said casually, never stopping his steady thrusting.  “I’m a little busy right now.  I’ll be with you in a while.  There’s beer in the fridge, if you want.”

“Master!”  I protested.  My efforts to squirm out of his grip were laughably ineffective.

I gasped as he gave a sharp jerk on my hair, forcibly redirecting my gaze.

“Eyes forward, sub,” he ordered evenly.

My cheeks burned, and my fingers scrabbled against the cushions as I struggled to escape him, to flee into the bedroom and bury my face in the pillows until my embarrassment subsided.

Stinging pain bloomed across my ass as his hand cracked across it.  Truthfully, it barely hurt, but he had never stuck me before, and the sharp sound was shocking.

His fingers found the curve of my hip again, digging into my flesh as he reinforced my utter helplessness in his strong hold.

I whimpered and stopped fighting, giving in.

 “Good girl.”  He tenderly stroked my back, rewarding me for my good behavior.

To my horror, my inner muscles fluttered around him as my embarrassment doubled.  His soft laugh was pure masculine satisfaction.  I could almost feel him taking note of my exhibitionist streak and filing it away for later use.

“I’m still on the clock,” Clayton informed Master.  “I’ll make a Starbucks run while you finish up.  Do you want anything?”

My eyes flew wide at Clayton’s casual remarks.  I had thought he was such a nice guy, but he evidently had no problem playing into Master’s cruel game.

“My usual, please,” Master responded as he reached around and tweaked my pulsing clit.  I couldn’t hold back my humiliating cry of pleasure as I contracted around his cock once again.  My arousal at the situation was undeniable.

No one bothered to ask what I wanted.  It was as though I wasn’t even there.  I was just an object, an amusing diversion for Master’s pleasure.

The thought made my pussy burn hotter than my cheeks.

A strange whine escaped me at the sound of the door clicking closed behind Clayton.

No.  Surely I wasn’t… disappointed that Clayton had left?

Master’s hand stroked me again, soothing this time.  “Don’t worry, girl.  I’ll fuck you in front of Clayton some other time.”  He chuckled as I clenched around him helplessly.  “You would like that, wouldn’t you?  I would too.  I’d like to take my sub to a club and fuck her in front of everyone.  I’ll strap her down and show her off.”  His voice turned rougher, darker.  “Show everyone what’s mine.”

There was pressure against my asshole, and I drew in a sharp breath as his thumb slowly penetrated me.  His fist tightened in my hair, pulling back.  I arched in response, and my ass pushed back to accept more of him without my volition.

“All mine,” he rasped.

“Yes, Master,” I gasped out.  “Yours.”

His low growl was savagely pleased.  He began to pound into me in earnest, his ruthless thrusts alternating with his rapidly pumping thumb.  I flew over the edge with an ecstatic scream, and stars burst across my darkened vision as he came inside me, bellowing out his own pleasure.

Yours, Master.  All yours.

ROGUE Excerpt

Hey y'all!  I'm working on Rogue (An Impossible Novel) now, and I wanted to share an excerpt.  This is one of Sharon and Derek's earliest interactions.  She's an FBI agent going undercover at Derek's BDSM club, Decadence, to scope out the place for drug trafficking by the Latin Kings.  I love their chemistry!

One corner of Derek’s mouth ticked up as he turned his full attention back to me.  With the bar at my back and his large body in front of me, I had the sudden sensation of being trapped.  He was so close that the heat of him teased across my skin.  I shifted my weight on my stool, angling my body away from his in a futile attempt to escape that intoxicating warmth.  His twisted smile became more pronounced.

“I don’t appreciate being labelled as creepy, but I’ll easily admit that I’ve acted like a total ass.  Can I buy you a drink to begin to make it up to you?  I really can play nice.  If that’s what you want.”

The playful spark in his eyes held a darker edge.  That lustful light let me know that he would rather not play nice when it came to me.  And damn it if that knowledge didn’t make an answering darkness coil deep within me.

“As a Dominant, Carter is a master manipulator.  He won’t need to knock you down to get you flat on your back.”  Smith’s warning snaked across my mind, but it didn’t fully douse the unhealthy heat inside me.

Careful, Silverman.

“You’re being creepy again,” I pointed out lightly.  “But I do appreciate a man who can admit when he’s wrong.”

He laughed, a rich, breathtaking sound.  It illuminated his features, wiping away any traces of cocky amusement or frustrated ire.  He looked… free.  His melted caramel eyes were almost boyish in their genuine humor.

“You’re a bit of an ass yourself, you know,” he informed me when his laughter died down to a chuckle.  “Most people aren’t so brazenly impolite, even if the person they’re talking to hasn’t been so nice.”

I shrugged, but I couldn’t hold back my answering smile; his pleasure was infectious.  I might have been offended if it weren’t for the fact that he was right: I had been acting like an ass.  If the accusation had come from Smith, he would have earned himself a slap.  But from Derek, it wasn’t an accusation so much as playful banter.  He made the insult sound like an admiring compliment.

“I prefer the term ‘blunt,’” I told him with a grin.  “Maybe even ‘ballsy,’ if you want to be crass about it.”

“Oh, I can be crass, babe.  I like to talk dirty.”  He winked at me.

“Creep.”  My pointed accusation was ruined by my amused smile.

“Damn.”  He smothered his own smile, doing his best to school his expression into something contrite.  “I promise I can be good.”

His attempt at wide-eyed innocence didn’t suit him at all.  He looked so ridiculous that I couldn’t hold back my laugh, ruining his efforts to keep a straight face.

“Well, if you promise to behave yourself, I guess I will take that drink.”

“I wouldn’t make that promise to anyone else, sugar.  But I’ll make an exception in your case, as a form of penance.  Which is something else I don’t do, by the way.”  He eyed me carefully.  “Maybe Clara’s right; maybe you will make a good Domme.”

The way the lines of his face drew downward let me know that the thought didn’t please him.

I did my best to ignore my unease at having disappointed him.  I didn’t like disappointing people.  It was a reflexive thing, an ingrained response from years spent trying to please my father.

Shaking it off, I grasped at the opportunity to further my mission.

“That’s actually why I came back,” I said quickly.  “I wanted to talk to you about what it takes to be a Dominant.  Even though you pissed me off, you seem to know what you’re talking about, and I want to do this right.  Safe, Sane, Consensual, right?  It’s my job to uphold that.”  My lips took on a wry twist as I added, “No matter how creepy my instructor is.”

Derek’s brows rose in disbelief.  “You want to sub for me to learn how to be a good Domme?”

“Maybe,” I hedged, my fears getting the best of me.  I knew I should accept immediately, but nerves made me shy away from the commitment.  “I’d like to talk about it more before making up my mind about that,” I amended.

He considered me carefully for a moment.  I was struck by the uncomfortable sensation of being pinned in place under his scrutiny.  Did he approve of what he saw?

Stop that!  My entrenched people-pleasing would get me into trouble here if I didn’t focus on holding my own around this man.

Finally, he nodded, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Okay.  We can talk about it over that drink and then revisit my proposal.  What’s your poison?”  That signature smolder Clara had warned me about threatened to make me melt for him at the mention of his proposal.

Submitting to him.  Shit, I needed a drink.

That's all for now!  I am so excited to share the next story in the Impossible Series with y'all!  Release date TBA soon, but I'm hoping to have it out in a month, tops :).  You can stay updated on Rogue on Goodreads.

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