This isn’t temptation. This is a declaration of war against my decision to stay in Colbert.
A hot war.
War, nonetheless.
“Knox.” Her voice is low, sultry. I can hardly think straight. “I’ll let you cure me if you and I get to leave this place. Tonight.”
Smart girl, trying to play me.
But escaping Colbert will happen when I say so. In two weeks, we’ll have our freedom.
“Fine.” Her eyebrows shoot down after I stare at her for too long. “We don’t have to get out of here tonight. Just come over here.”
That’s better. I love that my woman wants me. She’s going to get me too.
My virgin cock, my rugged hands, my feral hunger.
All. Of. Me.
“No strings attached?” My fingers in her hair are rough, pulling on the strands.
“None.” Now that I’m all up in her space, she’s trembling so hard that her arms drop. “None.”
“Okay then.” Every muscle in my body flexes. Teeth ready to take a bite. “You’ve offered yourself, and I’m taking it. Taking you. However I fucking want that.”
I tug harder on her hair, kissing the impatient little moans off her lips.
The hunger’s painfully mutual.
“And you don’t get to tell me no.” I lower her to her knees. “Not now. Not ever.”
19
SKYLAR
Liberation. Lust. Fear.
I feel all of them, even now, as I’m forced on my knees for Knox. Harder than ever. Hotter too.
Self-preservation should send me running. But this unhinged, predatory man is fixated on me, and fascination roots me in place. My body sways toward him, mesmerized by his hazel eyes.
My nipples pebble as he pulls on my hair again. The ache between my legs throbs when he lowers his face to mine.
Provoking him was a risk. One the older me never would’ve taken.
The new me, she’s helpless against this pull. This connection with my stalker, who’s been circling me since before we even met.
His protection is crucial for my survival, true. But I’d want him regardless, survival or not. My desire for him feels multilayered and infinite.
Knox Colbert is the man of my dreams. Of my sweetest nightmares.
His menacing growl settles at the base of my spine, and another wave of desire pools between my thighs, sweet and unstoppable.
I’m wet for him. For his power. For his ownership of me.
After last night, once the shock settled, I knew I was in too deep. I’m his. As harsh and as rough as he’s been with me, my heart wants what it wants.
“Knox…” I don’t even know what else to say, but I have to say something. “At some point, you’ll help me, right?”
