But it’s her scream—the broken sobs tearing out of her throat—that has me the hardest I’ve ever been.
“Hurts…oh. Oh, it?—”
I clamp a hand over her mouth before she can finish, pressing her cheek harder into the wall.
“Your pain is mine.” I drag myself out of her. Once I see she isn’t bleeding, I spit on my cock, then drive into her with everything I am. “Your ass is mine. You’re mine.”
Our bodies meet, each slap angry, echoing through the bathroom. She sobs harder, eyes brimming with equal parts hate and love for me.
I don’t slow down. Don’t give her an ounce of reprieve.
This is who I am. The good, the bad, the way out of control.
Hers.
“You’re mine, Skylar. You’re strong.” I seethe, slipping a hand between her thighs. Into her soaking cunt and back up to her clit. “You’re beautiful. Goddamn perfect. You can take it, can’t you?”
She blinks once, silently telling meyes.
“That’s it.” My lips brush over her shoulder when her ass relaxes for me. My mouth is soft while the rest of me is harsh and unforgiving. Thrust after thrust, I drive both of us further toward the edge. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful, letting me fuck your tight hole.”
“More,” she whimpers. “More.”
I don’t need her to explain. I already know what she’s asking for.
When our bond runs this deep, words mean nothing.
“More? Like this?” My hand slides to her throat, choking her. Just a little.
I haul her back against my chest, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Ah, yes.” Her blown pupils and flushed cheeks are the answer she won’t give me. “You need more pain than my fat cock pounding your ass.”
“You. I want you.”
“You have me. You’re going to have my cum too.” I rub her faster, our bodies slapping with each thrust. “Come, and I’ll empty myself in your ass, Skylar.”
She pulses around me almost immediately. Her orgasm is explosive. It’s unlike any of the others, not even close.
Skylar gasps. She’s clenching and unclenching, sucking in air.
I bite down on my lip to silence my feral groan as I spill my seed inside of her.
Once I’m spent and settled and able to think straight, I fold her into my arms. Kissing the top of her head, I murmur sweet and filthy nothings that make her sigh and lean into me.
“Knox.” She’s lost, her gaze desperately searching for mine, though I’m right here. “I’m—I’m going to pass out.”
“Let go, Trouble. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”
30
SKYLAR
Sandwiches. Water. Bandages. A change of clothes for both of us.
The duffel on Knox’s bed is brimming with them, but he keeps filling it. He moves around his home with a kind of fierce efficiency, his motions clipped and certain.
He’s so laser-focused on not missing a thing that he hardly talks, only walks back and forth, brow furrowed in concentration.
