THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 124: What If It’s Just A Ploy?

Chapter 124: What If It’s Just A Ploy?

Reagan did not give me any time to catch my breath. Before I knew what he was doing he was doing, Reagan already yanked me up by my feet, his hold on my wrist desperate and possessive as he yanked me closer towards him crushing his lips against mine, tasting, devouring.

I gasped against his lips, my hands finding his shoulders to use it as an anchor to hold myself upright. Reagan’s hands was desperate and they were everywhere, grasping, pulling and tugging at the robe that I wore. There was nothing slow about his movement and before I could say anything else, Reagan turned me over so I was holding the armrest of the chair while my ass was bare to him.

My breathing grew shaky as Reagan arched my hips backwards and in one swift movement, he slammed his hips inside of me. I released a loud moan, unable to stop myself because the feeling was just too good and it was just too sweet.

Reagan slid out of me, before he pulled me back against him, a harsh growl bursting from his mouth. "Oh fuck Dahlia, you feel so good." He breathed out his voice urgent and filled with desire, "Oh fuck Dahlia, Dahlia." Reagan moaned as he worked, every stroke firm and every motion insistent as he held me by my hips.

I held on to the chair, anchoring myself as I moved my hips backwards, meeting Reagan’s frenzied thrust. His fingers roamed up my ribcage, across my stomach before curling around my hips again and pulling me hard against him. His cock strikes a spot inside of me that has my toes curling, sending sweet warm sensations through my entire body as I spread my legs wider to accommodate him.

His body shuddered as he leaned forward, his breathing was rough against my neck and I could feel the way his muscles quivered as he fought to keep himself in check. I let go of the armrest and brought my hand to his where he was grabbing me gently by my stomach.

"More." I demanded.

"Dahlia..." Reagan whispered my name almost saying it like a prayer.

"You didn’t hold back last time in the woods, so don’t be shy." I breathed out turning so I could look at him, "Do as I ask and fuck me!" I ordered, my body shaking from the climax I so badly sought.

Reagan didn’t need to be told twice because he immediately grabbed my hips firmly and thrust his cock deep inside of me which such intensity, a scream left my lips. Reagan fucked me hard, obliging my request no longer gentle, no restraint between us, just the warmth and the way our breaths tangled together as he fucked me wildly, more out of control.

Strong arms wrapped around my middle, hauling me closer and then he leaned forward and bit me on my shoulder hard. I released another scream as that only ignited my pleasure. Bracing one hand on the chair, Reagan continued to fuck me, pick up the speed that sent me through another wave of orgasm.

I would have collapsed down on the ground if Reagan had not being using a hand to steady me. I leaned backwards against him, shuddering through my orgasms as I panted and Reagan held me tight as he emptied himself completely inside of me.

I heaved out a sigh as I collapsed against him. Reagan swooped me in his arms and walked me to the bed where he laid me down on the bed gently. He opened the duvet before he climbed in right next to me, pulling me into his arms.

"I love you." Reagan breathed out.

"I love you too Reagan!" I said looking up at him.

Reagan released a contented sigh before he gazed back up at the ceiling, "Oh gods, I’m never going to get tired of hearing that." He said and all I could do was just laugh.

"Thank you though." I murmured.

Reagan turned his head to look at me. "For giving you the best orgasms of your life, you are welcome my darling."

I shoved Reagan’s arm playfully, "Oh for fuck’s sake I am not talking about that!" I told him before I turned to look at him, "I meant you believing me."

"But of course Dahlia, I will always believe in you." Reagan said before he heaved out a sigh, "But I will have to admit though the whole thing is a fucking headache. I know you protected her so did you get a look at the attacker’s face?"

My mind flashed back to those eerily familiar green eyes. "No." I said looking at Reagan, "He...er... it was dark and he was covered so I couldn’t see anything." I said, the lie rolling of my tongue easily as I stared into Reagan’s eyes hoping he would believe me.

Reagan’s gaze flickered with suspicion for a moment but then he exhaled and leaned back to the pillow. "Well that’s just unfortunate because it would have made the whole thing easier."

I nodded forcing a small smile on my face but on the inside my stomach churned. Gods, I hated lying to him but I couldn’t tell him just yet, not until I was sure about what I had seen.

"Anyway my mother isn’t going to make this easy. She’s saying we put you on trial, since you made Celeste lose her baby..."

Okay, I’m sorry, what? I sat up straight on the bed as I stared at Reagan. "I didn’t touch her. The assassin also never laid a finger on her because I didn’t allow it to happen and she pretty much slept through the whole thing so what do you mean lose the baby?" I asked Reagan who was staring at me with a look of confusion on his face.

"So, you didn’t touch her?"

"I barely laid a finger on her, so where is all this talk about losing the baby coming from?" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face.

Reagan stared up at me, before he scoffed in disbelief. "But what if she wasn’t pregnant at all and this is just a ploy?" He asked me and I cocked my head at him as I considered what he just revealed.

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