Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Isla
The world falls away as Knox kisses me, and I realize I've been holding my breath my whole life.
There's nothing gentle about the way his mouth takes mine.
Nothing soft about how his fingers thread through my hair and tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Nothing calm about the way he leaves me drowning in him with the taste of raw need on my tongue.
His kiss is fire and ruin, burning everything inside me.
I taste him when I breathe. I feel him beneath my skin. And God help me, I want more.
Knox shoves me up against the wall, something darker threading through his touch with a possession that makes my pulse race.
My heart forgets how to beat, and every reason I had for being angry simply evaporates.
All I can think about is the fierceness in his touch and how much I want him.
The contract, the business arrangement, the restaurant, they all become nothing but air.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was hellbent on sticking to the terms and conditions and switching off everything I felt for him.
But I can’t do that now.
I don’t want to.
“Next time, I’ll go slow,” he whispers against my lips, tightening his grip in my hair. “Tonight, I need to fuck you. And I won’t hold back. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” I breathe out the word, accepting this. Agreeing to cross the line again. Only this time, there’s no going back—because there is no line.
The ruthless smile he gives me makes my stomach clench.
“Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Implant.”
“Even better.” His voice hums in my ear. “I’m clean. I want to fuck you bare. Let me.”
“Yes.”
Pinning me to the wall, he rips off my top, baring my breasts to the air. Then he shrugs out of his jacket and drags his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular chest.
With a snarl, he dips his head and latches onto one of my nipples, then greedily sucks it into his mouth.
I moan out loud, my body bowing the harder he sucks.
In response, he sinks his teeth into the tender swells of my breast, and I writhe against him, already lost to pleasure.
Shock waves surge through my body, igniting every nerve, every cell, everything.
Knox moves to my other breast and does the same thing. Then he rears back and yanks my shorts and panties down my hips and off my legs, leaving me completely naked before him.
He pauses to look at me, his gaze drifting up then down my body and settling on my pussy.
The way he’s staring at me with those wild eyes and that mesmerized expression on his handsome face sends thrills running through me.
No one has ever looked at me like that before, and what I feel is…
I can’t quite describe it. It’s like desire and terror wrapped in one.
It scares me. Because it’s him.
But for the first time in forever, I don’t care about doing the safe thing or the thing I “should” do.
I don’t feel cursed or unlucky. Nor do I feel like Isla Monroe.
I feel like Isla Vale. A woman desired by the man she wants.
“You make me crazy,” he mutters in that barely-restrained voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” The dark dominance returns.
He grabs me and kisses me again, then makes his way down my body, crouching to nibble on my inner thigh.
Teasingly, he licks over the smooth mound of my pussy, spreads my legs, and sucks hard on my clit. I jolt, grasping at the wall.
“Too much, love?” He glances at me.
“No. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to.”
And he doesn’t. Knox flattens his hand over my belly to hold me against the wall, then he latches onto my clit and swirls his tongue around and around.
Delirium takes me as he starts eating me out.
Against the wall, I stay with my legs spread, moaning and writhing, shamelessly rocking my hips against his face.
When he slides his tongue deeper inside me and pulls hard on my clit, I come.
A violent orgasm streaks through me, the waves of pleasure so sudden and intense they leave me shuddering and screaming his name.
“Oh, fuck. You are my favorite meal, love,” he groans, lapping at my arousal as it flow into his mouth.
I moan in response, still grasping at the wall.
He rises. I was just catching my breath, but I freeze up again when he pushes his fingers into me.
“I love how tight you are.” He pushes deeper and pumps harder. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”
“Knox…” That’s all I can manage. A whisper of his name.
He speeds up, and God, it feels so good. He knows exactly what I need, how to touch me, how to unravel me in ways I never thought possible.
He adds a second finger, finger-fucking me into the wall, and I hold on to him. Every thrust has my body paralyzed with pleasure.
I’m close again. Desperately close.
Right as I’m about to fall over the edge, he stops and I wince, needing him to give me more.
“Next time you come, it will be on my cock.” His fingers slip out of me.
He watches me while he undoes his belt, then rips open the fly of his pants and shoves them and his boxers down his legs. His massive cock springs free, huge, long, and thick and way too big for me.
It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I worry he won’t fit inside me.
He must read my expression because he gives me that overly arrogant grin I’ve grown to know. “Don’t worry.” His smile widens. “I promise you it’ll feel good. The bigger the better.”
My breath catches, arousal coiling low in my belly from his cockiness.
Knox turns me to face the wall, and my breasts brush against the cool, silky wallpaper, then the heat from his chest is against my back. “This way first, love.” His deep voice is at my ear, pushing me into delirium. “I want to take you from behind.”
Then I feel him. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, easing into me.
He pushes deeper, sliding in an inch at a time. It hurts, but God, I feel incredible.
Knox shoves deep inside me, stretching me wider around his huge, hard cock, and we both groan. I claw at the wall.
My entire body is so tight with arousal my breath goes short.
Knox moves his hips, rocking back and forward, and my world moves, too.
“You feel so good, Isla,” he rasps.
My pussy spasms around his length as he thrusts harder. And then he starts to fuck me.
He once said that he was a man of his word. I believed him then, and I wholeheartedly believe him now.
Knox warned me he wouldn’t go slow and needed to fuck me. And that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He grips my hips and fucks me, deep and hard, thrusting mercilessly into my body like he wants to make sure I know he owns me.
I press my hands into the wall, steadying myself to take his vicious thrusts.
My breasts bounce against my chest, aching from the impact of him. Sweat breaks out across my skin in rivulets, and my mouth goes dry from moaning.
He drives into me over and over, every hard thrust of his cock branding me.
The room comes alive with the raw, erotic sound of us.
My helpless cries, his deep grunts of pleasure, and flesh hitting flesh.
“Oh God…Knox.”
“That’s it, love, Give yourself to me.”
I climax again, and my body convulses, lost to him.
Knox slows the motion of his hips, but only to pull me close and press his mouth to my ear. “Time for a change, love,” he chuckles.
He pulls out and scoops me up, then, with that smile on his face, he carries me over to the bed and lays me on my back.
My body is slick against the cool sheets. And so is his. I take a moment to appreciate the sweat running down his chest, making its way to the swallows tattooed on the edge of his hip.
His gaze rivets to mine, holding me in place as something passes between us.
A look of acceptance. Acceptance that this moment was bound to happen no matter how hard we fought each other. That connection between us won, and it’s not finished with us yet.
Menace invades his eyes, and he spreads my thighs wide. With one single brutal thrust, he powers forward into my pussy.
He seems harder and bigger than before. I arch off the bed in response, and he catches me, pinning my arms above my head while he fucks me.
Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, hitting every mark in my body with a new claim.
While I writhe beneath him, flopping like a ragdoll, his stamina never waivers.
He keeps going, and I keep taking what he gives me. Still wanting him. Still wanting more.
He speeds up, taking me higher and higher to that place of euphoria again.
The climax hits me harder this time, so hard a tear slips down my cheek. Knox groans deep and guttural, his hips jerking as he comes, too.
Hot cum floods me, the warmth feeding the fire coursing through my body, sparking more flames.
He pauses to hold me and rest his forehead against mine, our sweat mingling, our ragged breaths tangled.
He lifts his head and finds my gaze again.
I stare up at him wondering what he’s going to say to me.
We just had wild sex up against the wall and in his bed.
I wasn’t supposed to sleep with my husband. Especially not tonight. Our wedding night.
His gaze switches to the nightstand, and I know exactly what he’s looking at.
Releasing my hands, he picks up my rings; all the while, he’s still inside me.
He takes my left hand, his touch hot and deliberate, and a darker look sweeps through his eyes as he slides the rings back onto my finger.
My stomach tightens at the heat of his skin against mine and that possessive gleam in his eyes that says I belong to him whether I admit it or not.
“Never take them off.” His voice drops, low and commanding, as he braces his arms on either side of me. “You wear those rings for me, wife. Not for the cameras. For me.”
Oh my God. I should hate the way he says that. Hate that command in his voice.
I should at the very least pull away. But instead, I allow every word to wrap around me like a promise I don’t want to break.
“Do you hear me, Isla? Never take them off again.” His gaze locks with mine, demanding I answer.
“Yes.” I’m surprised I can still talk. And sound coherent.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his gaze still pinned to me like he’s stripping me apart and claiming me all at once. “Ready to go again?”
A tremor skitters down my spine. “Again?”
“Again, Mrs. Vale. I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes burn through me with hunger, and I feel his cock lengthening again. “Like I said, I need to fuck you.”
A slow sinful grin tugs at his lips, and when he moves to my lips, I move toward him, too.
Before we said I do, he held me captive with his contract and clauses.
But now, Knox Vale has a grip on something else, too.