Here, it’s stained.
Another piece of evidence supporting the horrors I suspect to be true.
My chin trembles. Bile surges in my throat.
“Jett laughed.” Strange how I say that instead of accusing Knox. Instead of screaming. “He laughed when he threw the axe at her. When he hurt her.”
“She asked them to kill you.” Knox is a dark shadow from above me. He makes me look at him by yanking harder on my hair. “She… Fuck.”
His growl. His fury.
His protectiveness.
They give me hope.
The man who licked me to an orgasm isn’t gone, not really.
He’s two things at once. A monsteranda man who wants me.
If that’s the case, there has to be another way to get through to him, to save myself.
Wait, there is a way.
Knox is attracted to me. Even now, when he’s pressed up against me, he’s hard.
I might want sex from Knox too, but I don’t want to do it in this basement.
I can’t imagine losing my virginity in a place like this. I won’t.
The next best thing I have to offer is my mouth. A blowjob I’m already wet for in exchange for safety.
This plan is reckless, born of desperation.
It’s my last resort.
I bite the inside of my cheek, a poor attempt to control the shivers.
I’m scared. Terrified. My complete lack of experience in pleasuring a man might disappoint him so badly that he might decide to torture me, then end my life.
Or maybe he won’t care. Maybe it won’t matter if I get it right as long as I do it.
Seconds tick by as I consider this.
Heat thrums low in my belly, my breasts ache, my thighs press together.
Arousal tangles with my fear until I can’t tell one from the other.
All I know is that I have to act.
I’ve officially run out of time.
“Knox.”
Carefully, I lift my hand to his, the one knotted in my hair. My fingers brush his wrist, soft, cautious. He’s wild, and I have to tread lightly.
Without an ounce of grace, he turns me again so I’m facing him.
He doesn’t let go of my hair, his eyes dark and locked on me. The desire he can barely contain is bleeding from him.
