Chapter 31
TARA
Iknew the moment my scent hit his nose. The low groan that rumbled in his chest echoed through my earphones from the live-streaming audio recorder I’d placed right behind his headboard.
I was in a simple tank and black lace panties under the sheets, the friction from the fabric burning me hotter.
Arousal spread through my body like a wildfire, my core pulsing with maddening need when I heard him take a deep inhale of the pillow. His muffled groan told me he’d buried his face in the thing, that he was rubbing his face right where I’d ridden the pillow—twice—in the afternoon.
I slipped my fingers into my panties to find myself completely soaked.
My hips thrust mindlessly, chasing the right friction, my fingers rubbing my clit with the kind of visceral need only Knox could inflict on my body. His loud groan had me biting down on my pillow as I raised my ass in the air.
My core felt so fucking empty, so damn needy, I slammed two fingers inside me, rubbing along my G-spot.
His loud bellow of my name had unbearable ecstasy raging through my veins, my fingers not helping me reach the climax. I needed something bigger. Thicker. I needed his cock, stretching me, slamming inside me with a maddening fury.
The loud pounding of the step down the hallway had me throwing my earphones to the side and lying down on my back, my heart racing, my body trembling, with the way I was teetering on the edge of my climax.
His footsteps didn’t pause. He didn’t knock. He barged in like a mad beast, entirely fucking naked. He locked the door behind him, trapping himself with me.
In the next breath, he lunged. I pulled out my axe from under my pillow, halting his movement with the blade at his jugular.
He panted over me, his eyes threateningly manic, his lips curled in a sinfully proud smile. He grabbed my hand, clutching the axe, and jerked the blade deeper, putting a dent in his skin, threatening to slice it. My heart hammered in my chest, but I didn’t break eye contact.
Knox Steele was an apex predator. But he seemed to forget that so was I.
He dropped most of his weight on me, his face leaning over mine, his hard cock pulsing against my belly as the sharpest edge of my blade separated us. “You shouldn’t have, Tara.”
His voice sent a cold shiver racing down my spine, yet blistering heat pulsed through my core. Wanting. Needing. Aching. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from rolling my hips against him. “You mess me up. I mess you up more.”
He grabbed my hand, holding the hilt of my axe, and with a grunt, he pushed it up over my head, leaning his face so close to mine that his words washed across my lips. “You want to fight me?”
I leaned up and bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Keeping my eyes trained on him, I licked his blood off my lips, tasting the hot, coppery tang on my tongue. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
His hard chest rattled with a chuckle, brushing against my taut nipple, sending jolts of electricity to my pussy.
My breath hitched as he leaned closer, licking my scarred face with a groan.
“Fine, little criminal. First, I’m going to fight you.
Then I’m going to punish you for all your little stunts so far.
And then, I’m going to fuck your little brains out. ”
In answer, I bashed my head against his forehead, making him groan and chuckle all at once. The moment his head snapped to the side, I raised my knee and pushed us, flipping us over so he was on his back, and I sat on top of him. Through it all, he wouldn’t let go of my axe.
Stupid man with his superhuman strength.
I sat across his throat and pulled at the axe, fighting for control, trying to loosen his grip from over his head, when the fucker blew a raspberry on my lace-covered pussy.
A helpless whimper tore through my chest as my hips rolled over his lips, demanding more.
He sucked at my pussy through the lace with a savage growl and gave my clit a filthy fucking bite.
I jerked away with a snarl. “Fuck you,” I gritted out as I put my legs on the headboard and pulled at the axe.
I had no idea why I was fighting him so hard.
Clearly, my body was begging me to put it out of the sheer agony and need and let Knox fuck my brains out.
But something deep inside me, that lost girl who nobody wanted for years, needed someone to fight for me.
Spill a little blood. Hunger for me. Look at me as if I were his salvation.
My body jerked back as he let go of the axe altogether. Using my own force against me, he whirled to a sitting position and pushed me on my back again, climbing over me.
His large palm pressed down on my chest, halting all my movements.
His hair hung over his eyes, a challenging smirk passing on his face as he gave a sharp thrust between my legs, hitting his hard, bare cock against my panties.
It wasn’t much of a barrier. The hot, silky feel of his cock, the wetness leaking from his tip, left a blistering-hot trail along my lower belly.
My vision blacked out as pure euphoria hit my blood.
My heart raced under his palm, not because of our sparring, but because of his fucking godlike beauty. By his heat surrounding me, drowning me. Fucking engulfing me.
He was darkness incarnate, his aura oozing danger and sex.
But he forgot that he’d freed my hand that held the axe. I swung, and he quickly ducked. “Brutal, baby.”
I used his ducking motion and threw him off me. I rolled and kicked his sternum—obviously being careful about his balls—throwing him off the bed. He grabbed my foot as he went down, dragging me along with him.
I landed on him with an “oomph,” but he rolled us back again and threw my axe on the other side of the bed with a loud thud. Rage and lust waged war in my blood as heat exploded along my veins, and my arousal coated my thighs.
I clenched my fingers in a tight fist and aimed it toward his face. He ducked and grabbed my hand, rolling me around so I was on my front as he sat on my hips, clutching my hand in his grip.
Keeping both my hands closed in his fist, he moved back and pushed me to my knees, my spine arching, my ass up in the air.
His cock slid between my ass cheeks, coating them with his precum. Ecstasy flooded my veins, my core throbbed, and my hips involuntarily arched up farther, begging to be filled.
I shrieked and keened, anger trying to overpower the arousal, when he leaned over my back and bit my ear. I whimpered, arching my neck, my pussy rubbing on his cock. “Why do you want to fight me, little beauty?”
“Because you’re the fucking enemy.”
A resounding smack hit my ears before a sharp pain bloomed across my butt cheek. “I was your enemy,” he growled.
An embarrassing whimper left my lips, and I bit my lip hard to stop any further sound from escaping. “Stop that,” I growled.
His large palm caressed my other cheek, making my ass arch into him. “But you seem to love it.”
Before I could respond, a spank hit my other cheek, flooding my panties with the evidence of my pleasure. “Oh fuck, stop that.”
He groaned low in his throat as he rubbed my ass, soothing the delicious burn igniting my skin. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Tara.”
His words, the blooming pain on my ass, and the anticipation of his next move had wetness flooding my panties. He glided his cock along my pussy, arousal surging through every nerve ending in my core, making me moan helplessly.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
I stayed quiet, refusing to speak. He spanked my ass. Hard. “Answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”
My eyes rolled back in my head. “Fuck, yes.” My words were needy, my mind spinning between pain and pleasure.
“Then you will accept your fucking punishment before I fuck your greedy little cunt. Is that understood?”
I had no fucking idea that spanking would turn me on. That it would take me to the razor-sharp edge between pain and pleasure, that I’d need more of that sharp sting before that pleasurable burn spread across my skin.
Quickly, I nodded. “Yes, Lieutenant."
He growled, “That’s my good girl.” He leaned over me and murmured in my ear, “Give me your safe word, baby.”
I’d never had the kind of sex where I’d need a safe word. But I gave it a second’s thought and said, “Red.”
“Perfect.” A sharp, stinging spank landed on my ass. “This is for wasting your precious cum on a fucking pillow. That should’ve been my face.”
Pain warred with pleasure. Yet I couldn’t help but smile at his jealousy.
Smack. “This is for breaking into my apartment and coming on my uniform.”
Smack. “This is for infesting my apartment with roaches and rearranging my kitchen.”
Smack. “This is for hacking my home systems and playing that god-awful shark song.”
A chuckle broke the litany of moans pouring out of my mouth. I was lost in the rhythmic smacks and the large palm rubbing soothing circles over the pain. Every nerve ending in my body sang with ecstasy, demanding—begging—for more.
Smack. “This is for humiliating me in front of my officers and my captain.”
I whimpered, but a laugh escaped my lips. “Oh yeah. That was fun, wasn’t it?”
A bark of his laughter met mine. “Not so much, you little brat.”
Smack. “This is for hiding behind your mask and robbing me of your face.”
Smack. “This is for making me clean up your mess.”
Smack. “You will make your bed in the morning.”
Smack. “You will throw the dirty clothes inside the laundry basket.”
His palm landed on me with a loud, resounding slap, the hardest one so far, pulling a keening cry from my lips and tears from my eyes.
He leaned back over me, held my face in the palm of his hand, and licked my tears. “Your ass looks so pretty right now. My handprints in dark red. Fuck, baby.”
As much as I loved the spankings, I loved his praise even more.
“Now, tell me why you think I’m the enemy,” he said, pushing his hard length between my legs.
I whimpered when he rested the tip of his cock right at my entrance, unmoving, waiting for my answer. “Because you make me feel naked and awful.”