POSSESSIVE 21: Knight Velasquez

SM DID NOT know what to think anymore—what exactly does a noble need from her? She thought it was sex that he wanted, like the men she knew, so she tested her theory. But Knight stopped.

He stopped—he just hugged her and said sorry for being weak.

She smiled while shaking her head as she recalled how tight his hug was. It had been three days since it happened, but she could still remember how he clung to her that night while apologizing for losing control.

But even so, she wouldn't call him a nice guy yet. He might have stopped himself that night, but he was still a pervert most of the time. Although she could recall a few occasions where Knight was a gentleman, there were more occasions where he was crude.

A crude gentleman. It might be a nice combination.

"That's six hundred seventy pesos, ma'am," she told the customer who just finished ordering. She assigned herself to the cash register because Monet was on lunch break. After giving the woman her change, she saw Knight walking toward the counter.

"I'm tired," he complained as he leaned over the counter facing her, his hand resting on his chin. "Can I kiss you? I need my Sweet Monday vitamins."

In response, she took a slice of chocolate cake from the display chiller and placed it in front of Knight. "Here. Your vitamins."

Knight sighed heavily. "I guess this will do."

She shook her head as Knight took the small plate with the chocolate cake and turned to step inside the counter, approaching her.

"What are you doing—"

The ganache covering the cake was still a little soft and wet, so when Knight dipped his finger, the ganache immediately coated his fingertips.

What he did next stunned her.

He stroked his finger covered in ganache along the side of her neck, causing some to transfer there.

But what he did next was more shocking than the first one.

Knight leaned into her neck and licked the ganache off.

SM quickly touched the part of her neck that Knight had licked and faced him with her eyes wide open. She could feel her cheeks heating up, her heart pounding loudly, and a strange tingling sensation inside her.

It was only a quick touch of his tongue, but it already took her back to the time when he was kissing her neck that night. It felt good—so good that her inhibition flew out the window, so good that she felt her body being engulfed in flames. She wanted more of that feeling.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked, trying to hide that she was catching her breath.

"I just wanted to see if ganache tastes better on your body. Hmm... I was right. It's more delicious." Knight gaze lowered to her slightly parted lips. "Don't look at me like that, Boss."

"Look at you like what?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Like you want me... you're making it hard for me to control myself."

Her fists clenched. She was ready to punch him for his provocations, but the image of his back full of scars crossed her mind, so she restrained herself; she didn't want to hurt him more. Instead, she took a step back, away from him, and kept quiet as she calmed herself down from the effects of what he had done.

This man! One lick on her neck and she felt so flustered and bothered!

Knight, on the other hand, went back to work as if nothing happened. When their eyes met while he was serving food, she glared at him with a piercing scowl, which he responded to with a wink. She just shook her head, relieved that Monet's lunch break was over.