I know that regardless, I won’t be divulging anything until I get an assurance of Rook’s and my safety. It’s why I held out when the other Tailor cunts had me. My brother is the most important person in the world to me, and we need to get out of this life. Out of this Hell.
I luxuriate in the huge shower, letting the hot spray wash away the evidence of Aeron’s visit last night. That boy gives me the most whiplash of them all. One minute cold, and the next burning so hot that he feels like lava against my skin.
They all make me forget myself, especially Aeron when he looks at me like I’m his destruction, and possibly his salvation too. I find myself falling into their darkness more and more by the day. Craving it like the oxygen filling my lungs.
Shaking my head, I try to remember my goal; get out of here and run as far from the Soldiers and Tailors as possible. I’ll leave the fucking country if I need to, taking my brother away from all the ruin that awaits us and the pain that this cursed city dishes up on the daily.
“Grubs up, Little Bird,” Knox drawls, and I look up with water clinging to my lashes to find him leaning in the doorway, enormous arms folded across his chest. He’s wearing his usual white T-shirt, fitted jeans, and boots, and looks fucking edible as he stares at me with heat in his hazel eyes.
“Perv much?” I sass, stepping out of the shower. His eyes track the droplets that fall down my skin, and the shiver that cascades over me has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
“I like to admire the pretty things that I own,” he replies in a deep voice, stalking towards me like a lion who has spotted his mate. I gulp, the sound audible, and his smirk widens.
“You can’t own a person, Knox,” I tell him, but my voice is a breathy whisper, not even convincing to my own ears.
“Sure you can, princess.”
I’m frozen as he approaches, not stopping him as he stands right in front of me. He’s so close that my hardened nipples brush his shirt, and I have to crane my neck to look him in the face.Tall, sexy bastard.
His large hand comes up, his fingers grasping my chin and tilting my head back further until my neck is strained at an awkward angle.
“I own every fucking inch of you, Little Bird,” he murmurs, dipping his head and licking the side of my throat, drinking the droplets of water from my skin. His other hand lands on my breast, grabbing it hard, and I gasp at the sharp pain.
“These gorgeous tits are mine.” He squeezes again, his fingers letting go and leaving an ache behind them as they skatedown my side. “This fucking stunning body is mine.” His fingers dig into my hip hard enough to bruise, and I whimper at the roughness of his touch. At the possession. “And this sweet cunt?” he asks, and I hold my breath, waiting for his next move. “That’s mine too. And you’re going to show Daddy just how much it belongs to him, aren’t you?” A small squeak leaves my lips as he strokes my folds, and I watch the moment he discovers how wet I am for him, his grin turning feral. “Such a good little fuck toy. So wet for Daddy,” he breathes out, shoving two fingers inside my heat with no warning.
A cry leaves my parted lips, and I don’t know if it’s more pleasure than pain. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop doing what I’m praying he’s about to do.
“Who owns this pussy, fuck toy?” he growls, his fingers buried to the knuckle but not giving me any friction. His other hand reaches up, fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, and water drips down my still-healing back from where he’s squeezing it out.
“Please,” I beg, my hands gripping his shirt as tears gather in the corners of my eyes as I plead for something that I never wanted before, but was forced upon me regardless. Only this time I want it. Desperately.
“Who owns this cunt?”
I bite my lip, my eyelids fluttering closed as I admit out loud what I don’t want to acknowledge in my mind.
“You do.”
“I do, what?” he probes further, and a rush of anger has my eyes snapping open and my lips pulling back to bare my teeth at him.
“You own my cunt, Daddy,” I snarl, my nostrils flaring.
“Yes, I fucking do.”
Suddenly, his fingers leave me empty, and I howl with rage at being left so unsatisfied. Before I can curse him out, he spins mearound, using his grip on my hair, and pushes me forward. My arms fly out in front of me, my hands grabbing hold of the sink, and I watch in the mirror as he kicks my legs further apart.
Not letting go of my hair, his free hand fumbles around his crotch, and I hear the clink of his belt being undone. The sound makes my heart thud in my chest, my limbs trembling with the anticipation of having Knox’s beautiful cock inside me again.
“Eyes on mine, fuck toy,” he barks, yanking my head up, and I hiss at the strain on my hair. I look back up into the reflection of his heated gaze. He gives me no build-up, holding my stare as he forces himself inside me with one punishing thrust. I scream, the pain of his intrusion sharp and leaving me breathless. “You want Daddy to fuck you hard and fast, don’t you, Little Bird?” he questions, his own chest heaving. His muscles are strained, coiled like a snake about to strike.
“Yes,” I answer through gritted teeth, wiggling as my body adjusts to his impressive size. Many men have fucked me, but none have even come close to his length.
“Yes, what?”
“Fuck me hard, please, Daddy!” I beg, tired of his denial, and watch as he smirks at me through the mirror in front of us.
“Such a good little fuck toy,” he coos, his hand stroking the globe of my ass. “But still a little wilful.” I watch as, in a blur of motion, his hand lifts and then comes slamming down hard on my behind. A yelp tears from my lips, the area burning as he soothes it with his palm, tears stinging my eyes. “Shhhhh,” he whispers, moving his hips so that he rubs a spot deep inside me that leaves me groaning and sends tingles racing across my body. My eyes close as I lose myself to the rhythm of our bodies, letting the waves of pleasure flow across my skin, making it feel as though an electric current runs over it.
Thwack!
