He sticks to his silence, grabbing something from the table. Only then does he turn completely to face me.
In his hands, he’s holding one thin rope and a longer, thicker one.
My gaze must look just as feral as his as I drag my eyes down his body, over the faint trail of hair leading from his stomach to the sharp ridges of his V-shaped muscle. An arrow pointing straight to his dick.
I lick my dry lips, staring at his cock that’s thick, hard, almost brushing his stomach. The wet gleam at the tip makes my mouth water.
“Skylar.” His voice is as intimidating as the ropes dangling in his hands.
It awakens something inside me. My survival instinct. A voice screaming at me to run, because being bound in a place like Colbert could mean death.
“Don’t.” My knees scrape on the cement floor as I try to get away.
It’s pointless. There’s no escape. There’s only delaying the inevitable. This sickness that’s blooming between us.
“Put them aside,” I croak. “I don’t—don’t want it.”
Except you do.
“Be good.” His knuckles are white from how hard he grips the ropes. “I know you can.”
Fear of what I’ve become has my body sagging, betraying me as I fall forward.
Knox is faster than gravity itself.
Before my hands meet the floor, his arm hooks around my waist.
He’s behind me, his mouth next to my ear. His cock presses between my ass cheeks, pulsing against me.
“Skylar.”
“W-what?”
“I’m going to fuck you.”Fucksounds like a curse from him. Like longing. “Going to take what no man’s ever taken from you. Give you what no one’s ever gotten from me.”
At that last part, my thighs clench. Violently. I’ve never been territorial about anything. I’ve never been obsessed with owning something so completely.
Then there was Knox.
A mutedthunkjolts me.
My eyes snap to my side, to the rope he’s dropped.
He feathers kisses over my skin, melting the tension in me. Eviscerating my fears. All of them.
“I should’ve waited for you to get better.” The words are spoken against my neck like a secret. “Can’t. And neither can you. You’re trembling because you’re thinking about my cock. About how I’m going to tear your pussy in half before I fill you up with my cum.”
Teasing him is no longer possible. I’m barely able to form a coherent response before the thinner rope is shoved between my teeth.
A bitter taste floods my mouth. The fact that my body stirs instead of recoiling brings tears to my eyes.
“Remember what I said.” He doesn’t waste time tying the rope behind my head. “Be good, Skylar.”
“No. No.” I resent the gag. I also want Knox now more than ever. “Don’t do it,” I murmur. I growl. “Not like this.”
“Exactly like this.” He’s rocking his hips into me, one hand on my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple.
“No.”
