The bleeding’s shallow, barely enough for me to notice the thin line of warmth sliding down my inner thigh now.
The real wound is the betrayal messing with my head.
“What the fuck are you?”
When he puts the tiniest distance between us, I foolishly try to pull him back. Not because I want him. I don’t. I really don’t.
I think.
Maybe I do. But mostly, I’m afraid.
Because he didn’t pull away when I asked him to.
He did it when it suitedhim.
Nothing he does is forced. Not by me. Not by his family. Not by anyone.
He does what he wants, when he wants. I’ve been stupid to think otherwise. To believe that his family’s rules bound him, that he obeys out of fear or loyalty.
He’s not afraid of them. He’s not scared of anything.
My eyes widen in fear, my heart thrashing wildly.
This unexpected turn of events changes everything. Because while his family’s motives are clear, Knox hasn’t shown me his cards. His soul.
What does he want from me?
What’s going to happen to me?
“Come back.” Kissing, I can handle. I like it. If he leaves, the other vultures will come. They’ll make me suffer. “Please.”
“On your knees.” His command means he’s staying. It should soothe me.
But I’m so scared. “Help me.”
“Don’t remember asking you to talk.”
I’m limp, shocked, reeling from my orgasm. That must be why I’m letting him use me.
“I said on your knees. And Skylar, don’t you dare wipe the blood on your hand on your way down.”
“Why?” I ask, hoping for clarity. For some sort of assurance.
“You aren’t done helping me.” Knox doesn’t wait for me to obey. One hand on the small of my back, he pushes me off the table until my feet hit cement. “On. Your. Knees.”
“I’m scared,” I breathe out. The butterflies in my stomach call me aliar.
My nipples harden from watching Knox fist himself.
I remember the taste of him. The smooth texture.
I’m dying to have him in my mouth again.
“Don’t care.” He strokes himself, and I can’t look away.
Humiliation coils in my throat, thick and tight, choking every breath.
Despite what he’s done to me, resisting him feels unnatural. I’m fighting an insistent, base desire inside of me and losing, fast.
