“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jason shouts, and Knox grabs ahold of his other hand and pulls off his other thumbnail.
“I’m the one asking the questions here, Jace. Can I call you Jace? I’m going to call you Jace.”
I don't think I’ve ever seen Jason cry. Never once shedding a tear or having any emotional response to anything. Yet herebefore me, swaying from his chains, is a man whimpering and blubbering incoherent words, begging for his freedom.
Why haven’t I run yet? I’m standing here staring at the bloody mess before me. I should be scared. Shouldn’t I? I should want to save him. Right? Through his tears, I can feel the heat of his stare, a silent promise that when he does get free, he will come for me. I either need to make sure I’m far away from here if that moment ever comes, or make sure it never happens at all. Walking across the concrete basement, I grab a folding chair and drag it to the center of the room, sitting directly across from Jason, giving myself a front row seat to his demise.
“She’s just some bitch man! Just take her! I don’t give a fuck! If you want her pussy so bad, just fucking have at her, she’s fucking dried up!”
Once again, I see red. “Is that all I am to you? Some bitch?”
Jason spits on the ground, “You’re nothing to me. You’re a fucking headache if anything.”
I stand from my chair and walk over to Knox, removing the pliers from his hands and placing a palm over his chest. My eyes never leave Jason’s as I stroke my hand down Knox’s hard body, feeling every curve of his toned core. I flick my gaze up to meet his eyes, and what I see causes my breath to hitch. He’s drinking me in, like he’s hungry for my touch, as if we’re not in a room with my ex chained up before us.
“Do you think I’m dry, Knox?” I use my best seductive voice. I see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows the lump in his throat.
“Would you like me to find out, Sweetness?” He smiles, and I nod, heat rushing to my cheeks. Something about the way this man looks at me makes me feel as confident as ever in my skin. “You know what you’re doing, Candy?” He whispers, his voice deep and deliciously dark.
Shaking my head, my lips part, leaning into him slightly. “Not even a little bit,” I whisper in his ear.
I tilt my head back, peering into his eyes from beneath my lashes. I watch his eyes roam over the features on my face, landing upon my lips. His tongue slides across his lower lip as I lean forward and press my mouth against his. His hand snakes around my waist, pulling my body closer as his other hand threads through my hair. Our kiss is frantic and needy, like I’ve been desperate for air and he’s the only one left alive who can supply my oxygen.
His hand slides from my waist and grips my ass, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around him. We break our kiss, only for a moment, when we hear Jason’s obnoxious cussing from across the room. Knox smirks deviously and pushes me against the back wall of the basement. The cool sensation from the stones causes a gasp to leave my lips as I wrap my arms tighter around Knox’s throat.
He nips and sucks on my neck while sliding his hand down the curve of my hips and finds the hem of my pink panties. Without hesitation, he moves the fabric to the side and inserts two fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch. I grind my pussy roughly against his hand. “Oh god, Knox!” I cry out, my whimpers fueling him to keep going.
“You’re fucking dead to me, you stupid bitch,” are the words I hear from across the room, but they don’t faze me. I lock eyes with Jason over Knox’s shoulder while Knox’s fingers plunge deeper into my center, bringing me to release. My head rolls back against the wall as I come against his palm, a satisfied smile forming on my lips as I cry out Knox’s name.
EIGHT
KNOX
Watchingthis goddess come around my fingers is a high I don't think I’ll ever come down from. The way her pussy clenched around me while she lost herself in the ecstasy of my touch is an image I want to engrain in my memory for the rest of time. Her lips now swollen from the intensity of our kiss, leave a lingering urge for me to lean forward and bite down, just hard enough to hear her cry out. She smiles at me with innocent doe eyes as if she didn’t just let me finger fuck her in front of her ex. If I’m not careful, I could really fall hard for this girl.
“Jace, my man. What was it you were saying about Candy being dried up?” Treading my way across the room, I slide my fingers against his lips, coating them with her arousal, forcing him to taste the sweet nectar of her cunt that he will never again get to taste. “Seems pretty fucking wet to me,” he tugs his head away, and I chuckle.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Who even are you?” He pulls against the chains. “I already said you could fucking have her, so what the fuck else do you want?” He shouts.
“You really have no idea, do you?” Shaking my head, my grinwidens, a terrifying sight to behold from someone in such a shitty position.
CANDACE
“You know, Jace, I’ve been watching you for some time now,” He speaks casually, like it’s a conversation he’s having with an old friend. Jason lifts his head, his curiosity betraying his pride.
Knox grins. “It’s true. You’re not the most interesting person to keep tabs on, but I had to do my research.”
My brows furrow, not understanding what he means. He’s been watching him? He treads to the back of the room and opens the cabinet door, fetching what looks to be a journal. He stares at it for a moment, running the pads of his fingers along the red velvet exterior and releases a long breath.
He walks back over to Jason and places the journal down on the tray.“Does this look familiar, Jace?” Jason’s eyes widen, but he steadies his facial expression, mastering the face of deception I’ve seen too many times. He looks to the floor and clamps his mouth shut.
Knox grabs Jason’s hair by the crown of his head and tugs back on his scalp, forcing him to look into Knox’s eyes. “I’m not going to ask again,” he growls, fury and pure rage radiating from his body.
“No, I've never seen it!” He shouts, but his voice cracks, the lie rolling off his tongue. Knox grabs the pliers from the tray and begins plucking fingernails one by one without a pause, blood sprays in every direction, and Jason's cries are almost unbearable.
“Lie to me again, and you’ll lose your fingers.” Jason's wails are so loud, but there's no way for him to be heard over the thumping base of the music through the thick concrete walls.
I remember the night he slammed my head into our kitchen cabinets. I was cooking dinner, and I didn't stir the sauce before itstarted to burn. It left an imminent smell in the air for hours. Jason called me incompetent. He said I was useless. He said I couldn't do even the simplest of tasks that I,a woman,was born to do. I told him that if I wasn't capable of cooking the way that he liked, he should just do it himself. But he didn't like that. He grabbed my head by my hair and slammed my face into the cabinet doors.
