I sucked in a sharp breath. “What the fuck?”
He closed the knife and slipped it back in his pocket, grabbing at the center of my bra to finish the job with his bare hands. He tore it in half, exposing my breasts to him.
His eyes swept over them before he met my gaze.
“Now you know I havetwoweapons at my disposal in this apartment. And if you don’t obey me, sweetheart, I’ll pick whichever one gets your attention faster.”
I gripped the rope just to have something to ground me. Licking my lips, I slowly began to nod. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
The hand gripping my panties tugged them further down on my thighs. “You will call me ‘sir’ tonight, Hallie.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“That’s better,” he said, lowering his head to bury his face between my breasts. He seemed to get lost in the moment, forgetting he had been in the process of removing my panties. He pulled both hands up to my breasts, cupping them on either side as swiped his nose between them. Turning his head, he flicked his tongue over one of my nipples.
A small, involuntary moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
Knox tugged his face away from my breasts. “Goddammit, Hallie. You keep moaning like that and I’m going to…”
He stopped himself, swallowing hard. I blinked up at him as he pulled upright, breathing in and out as he took in the sight of me below him. “What?” I asked.
“Lose control,” he replied, his voice sounding strained. I couldn’t be certain, but it was almost like he was slipping out of character for a second. I saw a flash of the Knox Ballard I'd always known, and I remembered his gentle, self-assured demeanor that’d always made me feel safe. After a beat, that flicker of softness faded, and he adjusted, giving me a cold, intense stare. “And you don’t want to know how much more of a monster I can become when I stop holding myself back.”
This was him holding himself back?
Knox pulled up, his movements rough and rapid as he yanked my underwear down with both hands. I gasped, pushing my knees together so he couldn't see all of me.No.Not yet. A hot rush of shame washed over me, the reality of the situation hitting me hard.
“Look at you clenching your legs together like it's going to keep me out,” he said, glancing up at me with a smirk. “It’s almost cute, how you think you can slow me down.”
“I’m just–I’m scared,” I sputtered out, and it wasn’t an act.
He let out a cold, cruel laugh, wedging his hands between my knees. I gasped as he forced my legs apart, spreading them wide open for him. My mind couldn’t even catch up as he forced all of his weight down on his hands, pinning my knees to the mattress. All I could do was lie there, trembling, as Knox took in the sight of me with a satisfied grin.
He saw all of me.
“Look at Hallie Rutherford’s pretty little pussy,” he said, almost like he was muttering to himself. He lifted his chin to look at my face. “I can tell you’re soaked without even touching you. Don’t even try to hide how much you like this.”
My clit throbbed. I could feel my slick arousal seeping out of me, giving away just how turned on I was. There was no point in trying to hide that from him now.
I tugged on the rope. “Let go of my legs.”
Knox put even more weight down on my left knee, watching to see how I’d react. But his right hand relented, giving me momentary relief. Without warning, he slid two fingers between my folds and pushed them inside me with ease, letting out a husky, satisfied sound. Those long fingers pushed even deeper into my slick opening, curving against my G-spot. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pressing his thumb against my clit.
The sudden contact made me twitch.
“So sensitive. That’s going to be a problem… for you.”
I lifted my head to see him better as his thumb moved in slow circles. “What do you mean?”
“It means I’m really going to enjoy watching you get overstimulated,” he said, pulling his fingers out. I let out a sad sort of moan at the absence of his fingers, watching him pull them up to his lips for a taste. He met my eyes as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, pulling them out again with a littlepop.“Mmm. Yeah, I could make you come like that. But it wouldn’t be as fun.”
As fun as what?
I didn’t have much time to wonder, because Knox grabbed my hips and flipped me over on the mattress in one brutal, dizzying motion. The twisted rope squeezed my wrists even tighter, threatening to cut off my circulation. “Stop! What are you–”
Knox pushed down on the back of my head, burying my face against the bunched-up comforter. Shutting me up. And then his weight shifted on top of me, his knees pressing into the backs of my thighs to pin me in place. “It’s fun watching you try to guess what’s going to happen next.”
I turned my head to take a breath, momentarily relieved by the fresh air in my lungs until Knox grabbed a fistful of my hair again to lift my ear to his mouth.
