Chapter 208 For Better or Worse
Genesis stood on her tiptoes as Knight bent down, their foreheads meeting while she closed her eyes, her hand encircling his head.
"I'm not suggesting you should part ways with Knight, never! He is a part of you, and we need him. However, your father requires Kieran, and I believe you should express your thoughts to him," she whispered, prompting him to take a deep breath and nod in agreement.
A smile spread across Genesis's face, warmth flooding her chest. She then lifted her head and gently began to push him back. Knight frowned but allowed it, stopping when they were a few feet from the window.
“Go down," she murmured softly, and he gazed at her for a few moments before slowly sinking to his knees in front of her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pressing against her stomach before moving toward her bare, wet pussy.
She trembled but shook her head. "No," she gasped, pushing on his shoulders until he lay back on the floor, and she looked down at him.
"I want to take charge now," she whispered, and he raised an eyebrow as she knelt down and straddled him. Her gaze dropped to his erect cock, twitching slightly, a bead of precum forming at the thick tip. She leaned in and gave it a playful lick with her tongue.
"Ugh," knight groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it gently. His eyes opened wide as she moved closer, raising her hips so that her pussy hovered just above him.
It took all of knight's willpower to remain still, his hands clenched into fists beside him as he watched her, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.
Genesis looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh fuck, princess, you're going to make me lose control," he growled, and she simply continued to smile.
Then she positioned the fat head of his cock at her entrance, the sight was almost too much to bear, something so large attempting to penetrate her tight pussy. Genesis took a deep breath, her heart racing like a drum in her chest.
Slowly, she began to sink down onto him, letting out a small gasp.
"Fuck, be careful," knight muttered, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side.
She nodded and sank deeper, the head of his cock finally entering her, her pussy lips gripping around him.
"Fuuuck," knight groaned.
Genesis looked up at him, her hips still raised, not fully impaled yet.
"I'm yours and you're mine; we’re in this together, for better or worse," she said, breathing heavily.
He gazed back at her and replied, "For better or worse."
She nodded and then slammed down fully onto his cock, both of them releasing a mix of moans and groans. Genesis's hand trembled on his chest, and knight shuddered beneath her.
Then she straightened up and began to gyrate her hips. "Enjoy the ride," she whispered, and before knight could fully comprehend her words, she lifted her hips and slammed back down with all her might.
Knight let out a groan while Genesis emitted a prolonged moan.
Knight placed a hand over her lips but didn’t restrain her movements; he let her go wild.
Genesis would lift herself up and then crash back down forcefully, swirling her hips around the base of his cock. She felt incredibly full, and the pleasure was overwhelming, intensified by the fact that she was in complete control this time.
Genesis leaned down, her chest pressing firmly against him, her lips grazing his jaw. Her breath was hot and ragged. She ground against him slowly, then picked up speed, feeling him twitch inside her. Knight’s hands gripped her hips, but she pushed back with a smirk, asserting her dominance.
“God… you’re driving me crazy,” Knight groaned, his voice rough, eyes dark with desire and barely contained restraint.
Genesis simply smiled, rocking harder, sliding her wet pussy up and down his cock. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Feel me, all of me,” she whispered, letting a moan escape her lips.
Knight arched his back, groaning, trying to resist the urge to take her right there on the floor, but she was unfazed. She pressed down harder, her hips slamming against him, grinding every inch of him deep inside her. His hands dug into her ass as she rode him like a queen claiming what was hers.
Her moans grew louder, messy, wet, dripping with desire. Knight groaned back, low and guttural, every muscle in his body tense.
She leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck. “I’m yours, I’m yours, but you’re mine too?” she whispered between breaths.
Knight shuddered, twitching, groaning her name like a prayer, but she just smirked, holding him tightly, riding him hard, her hips snapping, pussy clenching around his cock.
And then… with one final, filthy slam, they both shuddered, moaning in unison, bodies trembling, hearts racing. She collapsed on top of him as he climaxed inside her, his warm release filling her stomach, her chest heaving, lips pressed against his neck, tasting, feeling, possessing him.
The next day
Charlie stepped through the office door—or what used to be a door. The glass was shattered, splintered shards glittering like cruel diamonds across the marble floor. The metal frame still hung crookedly from the hinges, twisted but stubbornly holding onto the remnants of the door. The handle was bent, dangling at an odd angle, and tiny shards of glass clung to it like trapped insects.
Sunlight streamed through the jagged opening, casting sharp, chaotic shadows across the room. Papers were scattered everywhere, some still pinned beneath shards of glass. The once-grand walls were cracked, and debris littered the floor. Then his eyes landed on the large, broken mahogany desk — the laptop that had once sat proudly on it now half-buried under splinters and dust.
He blinked in disbelief, his gaze sweeping the wreckage before settling on Knight, who stood calmly, speaking to his PA.
“Whoa… what the hell happened here? Did someone try to rob—”
The words died in his throat as his eyes caught sight of Knight’s head — one side bandaged.
“Holy hell,” he muttered.
Knight murmured something to Rachel, who gave a quick nod and hurried out of the room. Then he turned, that familiar grin tugging at his lips.
“Are you going to come hug me or what?” Knight chuckled, stepping closer.
Charlie glanced from the wrecked office back to him, his jaw slack. “What… what happened here? Did someone try to rob you? And what happened to your—your head?”
Knight tilted his bandaged head slightly, a sly smirk forming. “Nope.”
Charlie blinked. “Wait… what?”
Knight’s smirk deepened. “My wife did.”
Charlie froze mid-step, staring around at the destruction — the shattered glass, the cracked desk, the scattered papers. “She… she did this?”
Knight nodded casually, as if talking about the weather. “Yeah. She wasn’t happy. Needed to make a point.” He leaned against the wall, unbothered. “And, well… I deserved it.”
Charlie’s mouth fell open. “Dude… your wife—sweet, calm Genesis—she… holy shit.”
Knight chuckled, rubbing the edge of his bandage. “Don’t worry, Charlie. I survived. Barely. But I learned something—never make her angry. Ever.”
Charlie exhaled a shaky laugh, still in disbelief. “Man… I need a drink. Or maybe ten.”
Knight grinned, eyes glinting. “Yeah… you might want that.”