Chapter 35
KNOX
Her lips collided with mine in a giddy embrace, her joy sending sparks of electric pleasure through my veins. Tara loved me. She, too, was obsessed with me. For the first time, she’d let herself be vulnerable, honest. She’d initiated intimacy with me.
I had no idea how starved I had been for her soft touch before she pressed a kiss to my cheek. How desperate I was for her eyes to look at me as if I had hung the fucking moon for her. How pathetically mindless I was when she ground herself on my cock, begging for more.
I clutched her in my arms as I quickly opened my pants and pulled out my hard, aching cock. I lifted her from my lap and pushed her onto the table, getting rid of all her clothes.
Her eyes snapped to the dead bodies behind me, and I saw her core clench in front of me.
My mind exploded with overwhelming pride in my girl’s darkness.
I leaned down between her legs and pressed a kiss to her soaking-wet opening.
“You love seeing my offerings for you, don’t you, my goddess? You love that I’d kill for you.”
Her back arched, and she leaned back on her elbows, drowning in my words, in the feel of my tongue, her moans echoing in the basement. “Yes, yes. I so fucking do.”
I pushed two of my fingers inside her, sucking her clit. “You love me, don’t you, Tara?”
Her eyes were hooded with pleasure, her mouth agape in breathless gasps as she looked at me, her fingers clutching my hair. “Yes, please, Knox.”
“Say it. Say it again, beautiful.”
Her neck arched as her fingers lay flat on the table, pleasure riding my girl high.
I was right there with her. Her wet, little cunt soaked my fingers all the way to my knuckles, driving me out of my goddamn mind.
Every cell of my body tightened in anticipation, in desperation, to hear those three little words from her mouth.
Her hips rolled on my hand, taking my fingers deeper as her eyes glistened with naked truth. “I love you, Knox.”
Pleasure splintered through my veins, a primitive satisfaction flowing through my blood, making me want to scream and pound my chest. I rose from the chair and slammed into my girl, all the way to the hilt.
Her spine arched, her legs tightened around my hips, and her scream tore through my thinly veiled control. My hips snapped, my cock pushing deep into Tara’s perfect cunt, heat and wetness enveloping me. Smothering me with ecstasy. “Again,” I growled, thrusting into her with downright desperation.
Her voice broke as my thrust turned wild. “I…love…you. Fuck,” she moaned, rolling her hips with me in tandem.
Her fingers dug into my back, and the heels of her feet pressed into my ass, urging me to go deeper. Harder.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat, squeezing it hard but not enough to restrict her breathing.
I rubbed her clit with another hand, my cock hammering into my little beauty with utter madness clouding my mind.
I needed to see my marks on Tara’s body.
I needed her to look in the mirror and notice the marks that I put on her skin. Not anybody else’s.
I pressed my fingers harder around her throat, needing to see the red imprints of my fingers on her delicate skin. “You want this, baby? Want my marks wrapped around your neck?”
She moaned, nodding desperately. “Yes. Please, yes. Give ’em to me.”
“Such a perfect girl for me,” I growled and pushed my tongue into her mouth, needing to taste her moans.
The moment her tongue tangled with mine, my heart exploded. Sweet sin poured into my throat, and fire ignited in my veins. My cock rammed into her, trying to quench my endless hunger for her, but to no avail. I would never be satisfied.
This was what I was made for. She was why I was born like this. So I could obsess over her. See only her. Feel only her. Fucking need only her.
I could spend my lifetime worshipping Tara, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I rolled my hips, hitting her in that spot that made her scream, and rubbed her clit in rhythm. Her core clenched tight around me as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opened in ecstasy, and her orgasm clutched my cock in its vicious grip.
Burning-hot pleasure raced down my spine, my balls fucking tightened, and her cunt pulled out my orgasm in deep waves of blinding, agonizing pleasure.
I slowly let go of my hold on her throat.
She looked at me from half-closed eyes, her hair was a complete mess, her neck was bruised a delicious red, her lips were swollen, and she’d never looked more at peace.
I brushed her hair behind her ears. “I love you, beautiful. There will never be a day when I love you any less than I do now. With fewer scars, more scars, no scars. It wouldn’t change a thing for me.
There is nothing else—absolutely nothing else—that I would obsess over more.
You are, and always will be, my North Star.
My Tara. My little fairy tale goddess who kills the monsters of this pathetic world. ”
She raised and pulled me into a tight hug, her breath washing over my neck as her lips pressed sweet kisses along my skin.
My heart squeezed in my chest as a million butterflies took flight in my stomach.
I’d never felt something of this sort, and the feeling was making my knees quake.
“When are the cleaners coming?” I asked her, playing with a strand of her hair, keeping her enveloped against my chest. She belonged there.
“In an hour or so now.”
Slowly, my cock slipped out of her, making her gasp.
I leaned her back on the table and sat on the chair, opening her legs wide.
I watched as a trickle of our combined pleasure leaked out of her pretty pink cunt.
I stopped it from escaping with my thumb and pushed it back in, right where it belonged.
Her moan had her core pulsing, threatening our cum to spill out again.
I growled. “Stop that. Keep me inside you.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, “I’ll try.”
I rested my hand on the armrest of the chair and placed her legs wide on the table. “For the next hour, you will hold my fucking cum inside you. Whatever spills out, I’ll feed it to you. With my fucking tongue.”
Her hips rolled as she took a deep breath. “Fuck, talk to me about something else. Make me forget.”
I smiled. “What’s our plan for the night?”
Her chest heaved. “Samaira and Naomi are going to North Riverdale to get information on Maxim Orlov. Sloane mentioned he’s going to visit her hideout tonight. We can go if you want.”
“Let’s go. I want a look at the motherfucker.”
“Cool. We’ll head there directly once the cleanup is done. Two more groups of Wildcats are also going there as well. Each group will tag whoever comes and goes from the hideout to locate the rest of their operation's hideouts. Sami and Naomi will be tagging Maxim.”
“Alright, North Riverdale it is. We’ll pick some other fucker to follow.”
“Stalking is your favorite hobby, after all.”
Her cunt squeezed at that, and she quickly clenched herself tight, stopping more than a trickle from leaking out.
My eyes snapped to hers. “Open your mouth, beauty.”
My mouth watered, and I leaned down between her legs. I swiped my tongue along her pussy, tasting us in my mouth. Then I pressed myself over her, feeling her tits against my chest, her breath against my cheeks, before leaning over her and spitting our cum into her mouth. “Taste us, Tara.”
Keeping her gaze fixed on me, she swallowed. She licked her lip before biting it down. “Delicious.”
I couldn’t help it. I slammed my lips against hers, tasting her tongue. My cock twitched, and I was already starting to get hard again.
Her body shivered under me as she kissed me back with hunger. She moaned. She bit. She licked. “Fuck me again, Knox. Once more.”
I growled into her neck and stroked my half-hard cock to full fucking mast. “Your wish is my command, beautiful.”
With that, I thrust myself deep into her, coating myself in my cum that was still inside her. My cock ached with pain and pleasure as I hammered into my girl. She was an absolute savage as she pushed me back onto the chair and climbed on my lap.
Pressing a filthy, wet kiss on my mouth, she sat on my cock, taking it in all the fucking way.
My vision blacked out as Tara started to roll her hips and lightly bounce on my lap.
“Want you so much,” she moaned. “Need to take you down my throat and swallow you whole. Fuck, I still haven’t had your cock in my mouth. ”
Her words washed over me like a volcano ready to explode. My hips slammed into her from below, bouncing her harder on my cock. “Tonight, you can sleep with it in your mouth. Keep it warm for me through the night.”
She whimpered and exploded, core gushing on my lap, pulling me under right alongside her, as I came deep into her, filling her with my load.
Her soft giggle in my neck brought a smile to my face. “What is it?”
“That was wild.”
Her phone vibrated on the other chair, pulling our attention that way. She slowly got off me, her thighs soaking wet. A fierce blush coated her cheeks as she bent down and grabbed her underwear, pulling it on. She quickly picked up the phone and spoke with the cleanup crew as she dressed.
“They’re here,” she said as soon as she ended the call.
I buttoned up my pants and shrugged. “Ready when you are.”
She ran up the stairs as I waited for the crew to arrive. What followed Tara into the basement was not the crew I imagined taking care of dead bodies. Five old ladies carrying mops, buckets, black industrial-sized garbage bags, and butcher knives strolled in behind Tara.
My jaw dropped as the ladies went straight to the dead bodies and started hacking and chopping like they were dealing with vegetables.
My eyes met Tara’s, and she looked at me with delight. “You thought we were the first vigilante group to get rid of the monsters?”
“Were they like you ladies?”