Sins of the Knight Book 1: His Minx
Author
Jen Cooper
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Clarissa knows the game—she made the rules. As a high-class escort with a taste for control and chaos, she’s always one step ahead. Until he steps in. Stallion is rich, dominant, and obsessed, and suddenly, the game stops being fun and starts getting personal. Every touch sizzles, every look burns, and every stolen moment drags them deeper into something darker. Desire turns dangerous. Obsession becomes a cage. And when the rules shift, neither of them is safe. Who’s in control now? And what happens when playtime ends—but the need doesn’t?
Chapter One
CLARISSA
Clarissa had been on a plane thousands of times before. Her work as an escort took her everywhere, and she loved traveling, but airports were a hell all on their own.
Snotty kids running around, babies crying, and people barging through in a hurry to whatever flight they were late for. It was a nuisance, and she detested it.
So from early on in her career, she had decided that flying first-class was definitely worth the extra money. That way, she could wait in the lounge where they served alcohol and ignore the chaos that happened during boarding.
She sipped cool champagne from a crystal flute. Her lips lightly sucked the strawberry in the glass as the refreshing liquid slid down her throat.
She was looking forward to this client booking, more so than most. She usually got a high society fundraiser to attend with some guy who paid no mind to the girl he hired to be arm candy. But this booking was an all-expenses-paid trip on a Caribbean cruise.
Clarissa was looking forward to adding a little sun-kissed glow to her olive skin. Plus, the client was only slightly older and looked after his body almost as much as she did.
Thinking of her weekend ahead had her thighs clenching against each other in anticipation. She wouldn’t say she was addicted to sex, but she enjoyed it a lot more than most.
It was her hobby, feeling powerful, feeling as if the men she let touch her were so desperate for her touch, they would pay ridiculous amounts of money to do it. Especially if they had a warm bed to go home to or a ring on their finger.
She knew that made her a bitch, a whore, whatever people were calling it nowadays, but Clarissa Phillips didn’t care about the opinions of anyone who wasn’t paying her.
It was another feeling entirely to be that desired, and it made her hot for her next fix.
Closing her eyes, Clarissa leaned back into the seat she waited in. Her mind went to the vibrator in her handbag.
Plane rides were hours alone with her thoughts, and those consisted of a single thing most of the time, so her collection of toys that she carried in her bag was a must.
Clarissa’s pussy throbbed under her tight-fitting dress, and she let out a sigh, wondering if there was time for a bathroom trip before takeoff.
“Miss Clarissa Phillips?” a young man said from beside her, disrupting her thoughts and pulling her attention to his young face.
He couldn’t be more than twenty and looked a little flushed as he tried to keep his eyes on her face and not the cleavage popping out of her dress. She was used to his kind of reaction in her line of work, but it still made her smirk.
She looked up at him, her wrist hanging on her knee that was crossed over the other. She leaned forward a little, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear.
“That’s me, hon,” she said, and she was pretty sure he got a boner.
Stammering, he cleared his throat. “I uh…your seat is ready, ma’am, if you’re ready to board?”
Clarissa drank the rest of her champagne, pulling the strawberry out with her lips before sucking it from the stem and putting it back in the glass.
“Perfect, thank you.” Her eyes narrowed on him, her voice husky. A few octaves lower on her voice and guys lapped it up like it was the juices from her pussy.
The guy stared at her before shaking his head and nodding, turning away and leading her to the plane.
She grabbed her handbag, smirking as she followed the boy. He showed her to her seat, and she sat down, crossing her legs so her dress rode up. His eyes went straight there.
“Is there anything I can get you?” he asked timidly, his face red.
She smiled. “Another champagne, please.”
He nodded and raced off as she chuckled to herself and sat back in her seat, looking out the window.
The seat next to her was made up with a pillow and headphones. She hoped like hell no one was going to be next to her for the flight so she could have a little fun.
She closed her eyes and thought of the toy she wanted. The one with the remote that could sit inside her and get her off every time.
That was more than she could say for a lot of the clients she’d had. Of course, they left feeling like a god because she was a good actress, but there was a reason her toys were more reliable. At least they knew what to do with her body.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?” a woman said, and Clarissa’s eyes flung open.
A tall, broad man who smelled of every god-like masculine scent she had ever tasted was being directed to the seat next to her.
Clarissa’s stomach clenched at the freshness of him, his crisp suit like a stroke against her clit.
She blew out a breath as he sat down in the seat, his defined jaw covered in tame stubble that she wanted to feel between her fingertips.
Licking her lips, she looked up at the woman escorting him, and the lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” his deep voice oozed domination. Her favorite.
Clarissa turned to him as Jen, the stewardess, left. His eyes clashed with hers, the deep green setting off his tan skin and well-cut hair.
Oh, by the gods, he was gorgeous. Clarissa clutched her purse in her fingers.
Not many men could make her stomach turn with desire anymore because she had tasted them all, but the man next to her was something else.
His body was toned, and his face was the thing of romance novels. He smirked at her.
“You look dangerous,” he teased softly.
Clarissa smirked back. “Game recognizes game. Wanna play?” she said, confidence never being her issue—it couldn’t be in her line of work.
The man chuckled, looking at the boy coming toward them with a champagne.
“I’m going to make it hard for you to walk off this plane,” he promised, and her insides quivered.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.
“Promises, promises,” she whispered before nipping the lobe just in time for her friend to bring over her champagne.
She leaned over the sexy stranger next to her to grab her drink, intentionally brushing against him before leaning back and taking a sip as he narrowed his eyes on her.
“Take your panties off. We take off, and you’re mine, Minx,” he said, his voice rough.
She couldn’t fucking wait, her folds already slick with anticipation.
Her inner thighs were hot as she grinned and put her champagne down. She looked him in the eyes as she reached inside her dress and pulled down her lace panties.
She pulled them over her heels, then leaned over to him, tucking them into his pocket, her fingernails brushing across his growing length.
It was as impressive as she had hoped, the heat in her body flushing her core.
She leaned back as the stewardess came down the aisle with a whiskey. Clarissa grabbed her flute and took a sip, looking out the window to take a shallow breath.
If the plane would hurry up, she could see if the man beside her was all talk or could actually fulfill his promises, because damn if she wasn’t aching for the feel of him. His thick cock sliding inside her, his hands on her throat, his hot breath on her ear.
She wanted it to the point it hurt.
She turned back to the stranger, her lips parted as he watched her over the rim of his glass.
The tension was thick as he put his glass down. She clenched her fists in the seat as people were still boarding.
Maybe she could put something inside her while she waited? Her thoughts went to her toys again.
The stranger had better ideas. He reached inside his glass and pulled an ice cube from it.
He leaned over to her, placing it at her lips.
“Suck it,” he said.
She opened her lips enough to wrap them around the whiskey-soaked cube. She sucked it, her lips brushing his fingertips.
Satisfied, he sat back in his seat, taking the cube with him.
“Lean back in your seat,” he said.
She did, excited for the control in his voice. Oh, he was going to fuck her up, and she couldn’t wait.
