“Told you already.” He tilts his head, his features tightening into an angry frown. “Yes, but not yet.”
“Then when?”
While he considers this, something stirs inside me. A desire. It’s dark, unfamiliar, and mostly wrong.
It whispers,Kill Bronwyn.
I shouldn’t fantasize about killing my sister.
I’m scared to admit it out loud, not only because it would make me realize how fucked up I’ve become, but because I’m afraid Knox will see this new side of me and hate it.
After all, he likes this version of me. The delicate, non-murderous Skylar he thought he kidnapped.
He might get rid of me.
My chest tightens at the thought of being without Knox.
I don’t think I can take it.
That’s why, when he doesn’t answer, I come up with a compromise. A watered-down version of the truth. Enough to soothe me without making me sound like a monster. Something I’ve asked Knox for before and that didn’t send him running.
“Fine,” I start. “You don’t have to answer right now. But at least promise me I can confront Bronwyn. I need to tell her?—”
“We talked about this. You won’t be telling her a damn thing.” His teeth sink into my neck—biting, sucking, marking.“She doesn’t deserve you. She isn’t worthy of you. You have me now, Skylar. Only me.”
At the last word, he bites down the hardest, breaking skin.
Pain rips through me, heat searing like a branding iron.
I scream. I cry. But then it happens again. My screams twist into moans. Arousal floods me and soaks my thighs. I clutch his arms, panting, needy for him.
“Don’t try to go see her either.” Knox’s breath burns against my wounded neck. His hand slides from my hair to my breast, squeezing me. “I like you, Trouble. But have no doubt, I’ll kill you before I ever let you get away. Trust me, when the alternative is being theirs, you’re better off dead.”
By the time he’s done threatening me, my mind is a mess.
Knox doesn’t wait for me to catch up. He stalks off toward the table.
Every step is a promise he’s about to bring something truly awful from the table. Something that’s going to turn me on so much that I’ll end up crying and begging for him.
Suspense, hunger, and need blend together, eating me alive. I’m obsessed with the sight of him as he strips down to nothing.
“What are you going to do to me?” It’s an effort to hold my hand in place and not rub myself to relieve this ache.
I want to wait for him. Be obedient.
To be his.
But…
Fuck.
It’s agony, wanting him this badly.
A low, pathetic whimper escapes me.
Knox freezes at the humiliating sound I make. My heart swoops when he looks over his shoulder, his gaze intense and probing.
“Knox?”
