Chapter 5 #2
“Yes. And that would be a breach of clause three of our contract—no consorting with members of the opposite sex, no secret meetings, and no fucking.”
God, the audacity and arrogance of this man. “I’m not here to hook up.”
His jaw ticks like he’s holding back a thousand assumptions. “I doubt you’d tell me if you were.”
“You don’t know me.”
A low hum slips from him, dangerously amused. “I know enough.”
His gaze drifts down to my mouth and back up again, slowly this time and claiming, like he’s already stripping excuses off my skin.
“And if you were here to fuck…” His voice drops to a dangerous murmur, menace curling around every syllable. “It sure as hell wouldn’t be with anyone else besides me.”
My breath stutters. “Excuse me?”
His jaw locks, eyes dark as storm glass. “You signed my contract. Which means if anyone is going to put their hands on you, or their mouth, or anything else…” His gaze flicks to my lips like he’s picturing it. “It’ll be me.”
A shiver bolts through me, a deadly mix of anger, shock, and …want tangled in a single reckless current.
I must have drunk too much, because the whiskey is messing with my head. Want is the last thing I should feel. Not for Knox Vale.
“You’re insane,” I breathe.
He leans in just enough that his breath brushes my cheek, my neck tingling at the closeness. “Maybe. But I don’t share what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours.”
“How quickly you forget, love.” He inclines his head and gives me a half-smile. “I’m pretty sure I made myself very clear earlier that I own you.”
Yes, he most certainly did. And I really don’t need the reminder right now.
This is too much.
“I’m not doing this with you. I’m going back to the bar.” I point to the door. “And you… you can stay here.”
I push up from the chaise. My hand barely leaves the armrest before his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling me back.
“Sit,” he murmurs.
“No.” I glare at him. “I didn’t agree to be dragged around like your—”
In a blink, he catches my arm and pulls. A soft gasp escapes me as I fall, landing right across his lap. Heat rushes up my neck as his arm bands around my waist, holding me there firmly, unyielding.
“You really think I’m going to let you walk away and hang out at the bar by yourself?”
He tilts my chin with two fingers, forcing my gaze to his until we’re staring eye to eye. Heat floods my skin, rushing up my spine in a way I can’t control.
His other hand slides to my hip, slow and claiming, his thumb pressing into my flesh like he’s memorizing it. Like he already has.
He holds me there, studying me like he’s deciding what part of me to ruin first.
The look is so potent I go still, caught between defiance and something far more dangerous.
My heart thunders so loud I feel it in my head. I should move, push him away, say something—anything—but my body betrays me. Heat coils low, fierce and unreasonable, then desire curls through my veins like a warning I’m too stunned to obey.
“Knox—”
I don’t get the chance to protest. His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss that steals the words, the air, everything.
His warm, firm lips suck all logic out of me, rendering me dizzy. Then his strong, hard body molds against mine, his tongue parting my lips as he cups the back of my neck to deepen the kiss.
He explores my mouth like he wants to conquer every inch of me. And just like that, his harsh, abrasive exterior dissolves into passion.
We’re kissing. Us. How in the hell did this happen?
I can’t breathe. God, I can’t breathe. I’m not even sure my heart is still beating. But I feel this. This kiss.
He tastes delicious, and like sin. I never knew desire could have a flavor until Knox Vale’s mouth was on mine.
Suddenly, he grips my thigh, and the place between my legs throbs.
His hand moves higher, lifting the hem of my skirt. Then he’s touching my bare skin.
Thick fingers glide across to my panties, pushing against the fabric and into my pussy.
I whimper into his mouth and roll my hips like I’ve lost my mind.
His lips skim from my mouth to my jaw, a trail of fire that snaps a sliver of awareness through the haze. I try to pull back to gather a shred of sense, but he clamps an arm around my waist and drags me flush against him.
Then his mouth finds mine again, firmer this time, a claiming stroke that steals the breath straight out of me.
“You are… such an… asshole,” I manage, my voice breaking. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
His fingers flex on my hip. “Teaching you a lesson, love.”
“What kind of lesson?” The words stumble out like they’re tripping over my heartbeat.
“This kind, Isla Monroe.” He slips a finger beneath my panties and slides right into my pussy like he’s closing a deal. Then he strokes my clit, massaging the sensitive nub.
The rush of pleasure hits me so hard I moan out loud and claw at his shoulders.
“You are so vile. I… hate… you.” The words don’t match the moan in my voice. I’m sure if anyone is listening, they wouldn’t believe me, either.
“Oh, but your pussy seems to love me.”
I open my mouth to protest, but nothing but a whimper falls from my lips.
He brushes his lips along my jaw as I arch against him. “Tell me to stop, love, and I might consider it.”
Bastard. He knows I can’t speak. But damn me. I don’t trust myself right now. I’m not sure that I would tell him to stop if I could.
Another moan hums from my chest, louder than before. I’m sure people can definitely hear me.
Knox gives me one small mercy—if I can call it that—by crushing his lips back to mine to swallow my moans.
But that’s as far as his mercy goes. He threads his fingers through my hair and goes back to working my pussy, pumping his fingers in and out while he kisses me.
His pumps speed up, hard and fast.
Then I break.
And God help me, for one reckless heartbeat, I let him own me.
He’s leading us into this madness, but I’m the one letting him.
He finger-fucks me, pounding into me like he’s trying to brand the lesson into my body.
I hardly get the chance to think before a ruthless orgasm takes me and I’m moaning against him, utterly lost in pleasure.
I come, and wetness flows out of me right onto his fingers.
My mind swirls. My heart gallops. My skin burns.
Shit.
Knox Vale has barely been in my life for two days, and look at us.
He inches away to look at me and grins with that arrogance again. I’m breathing so hard I can’t speak. My mind is a wreck. Nothing I say now would make sense.
He teases out the last of my orgasm, pulls his fingers out of me, and brings them up to his mouth to lick off my arousal. Then he catches my throat.
“Here endeth the lesson, love.” His grin is wide, his eyes dark with power. “Now you can remember how I owned your pussy the next time you forget who you belong to. Let’s go.”
“Go?” I rasp.
“We’re leaving. Now.”