Depravity

Chapter 13 Knox

KNOX

Iwant it. Take me.

The words are a whisper that crashes into me like a scream. They echo inside my head.

A shock to the system.

I needed to hear her say it. And I did.

Even surrounded by knives, blood, and the stench of bleach, she isn’t scared. She doesn’t look away.

She wants me.

The man whose face she’s just seen, the face she doesn’t deem as ugly.

My cock throbs against the zipper, straining in my jeans. Air scorches my throat, my breathing is shallow.

Sweet, beautiful Skylar has no fucking clue what she does to me. How her need maddens me.

How feral I am over her virgin mouth. I’ll be the first to have her lips wrapped around my cock, the last to spill my cum down her throat.

My control tears at the seams. My thoughts, all of them, are about marking, owning, claiming my Skylar.

While I take in her beauty, she waits for me. Her stare possesses mine, her jaw tight, breath quick.

I’d bet my life that her pulse is a frantic drum beneath that soft skin.

I want to drag my tongue over her pulse point until I know the rhythm of her heart by memory.

Heat surges through me, possessiveness hammering at my ribs.

“Come here.” My teeth grind together. “Closer.”

One knee scrapes the floor. Then the other.

Watching her like that stokes a feral impatience under my skin.

I undo my jeans button. Skylar gasps when I drag the zipper down.

She’s so reactive. So focused on me.

Her eyebrows pull tight, her eyes helpless as they draw lower, straight to the thick outline of my dick.

Her attention, her red cheeks, they drive me insane.

When her tongue swipes across her lips, I feel it down to my balls.

“You said you’d help.” I pull on her hair, being rough.

It’s her fault. She makes me lose my goddamn mind. Besides, I don’t think she hates the pain. In fact, that moan that just came out of her? Sounds to me like she’s into being handled. By me.

Only ever me.

“I did.” Her breathy voice will be my undoing.

Somehow, I push the next words out, gritting each one. “Helping me, Skylar, means letting me fuck your pretty throat. Are you going to do it? Hmm?”

The need to ram into her throat isn’t something I’ve learned or seen anywhere. It’s primal, a savage urge coiled at the base of my spine.

“Yes,” she whispers, lashes fluttering like she can’t believe how badly she wants it too.

None of my dreams of leaving Colbert compares to this.

To her goddamn offering.

“Then do it,” I order. “Take me out.”

She’s shaking, but she doesn’t hesitate, tugging my cock out of my boxers.

I throb in her hand the second she releases me, my cock heavy, leaking.

Wanting her.

“Fuck. Wait here.” A growl rips out of me when I remember I came in my boxers earlier.

No way am I letting her lips touch me when I’m filthy. From the table, I snatch a fresh towel, soak it, and drag it over my length to clean myself up.

When I turn back, she lets out a shaky exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time I was gone.

Relief flickers in her eyes. Desire must be written all over my face when I look at her.

She waits for me, her hand still curled in the air like she’s fisting my cock.

I go to her, and my obedient girl takes me again in her palm like she was meant to. These delicate fingers, that soft skin. Her innocence—mine.

“Good girl,” I grit out.

“I—” Her fingers squeeze, then loosen, like she can’t decide if she’s brave or unsure. That sliver of doubt makes me jump in her tiny palm. “I didn’t do anything.”

The fuck she didn’t. Her gentle touch, that tentative squeeze…

The way she looks at me.

Not to mention I’m massive next to her small mouth. Her tiny hand.

I could break her.

Yet she lets me pull her toward my cock, my hand wrapped around hers as I guide her grip up and down my length.

Every stroke darkens her eyes. I can’t get enough of it. The way she looks at me like nothing else exists.

Not her sister. Not her parents.

Only me.

The last thread of my patience shreds.

I yank her to me. No finesse, no waiting for her lips to part. I just shove Skylar’s mouth forward, trying to impale her on my cock.

But she won’t let me.

Her lips are sealed, corners trembling.

My brow furrows, abs taut as I buck my hips, trying to force myself inside.

“Skylar.”

She whimpers, but that’s it.

Christ, she’s driving me insane. I’ve never been in anyone’s mouth, never wanted it until her.

Now I can’t take another second of her denying me.

I tug on her hair so hard that she’s crying. “Open up.”

For the longest second, she makes me wait, tucking her lips in as if telling me, You won’t get to have them, let alone see them.

But then, finally, she decides against it. Those pillows pop free, though her mouth remains closed, pouting.

My nostrils flare when I see her glistening lips, knowing her tongue has worked them.

She’s tasted herself, even though what she really wants is to lick every inch of me.

“Last warning.”

When she doesn’t move, I do. I let go of her hand and shove my thumb past her closed lips, showing her she can’t keep herself from me.

“I haven’t…ever before…” Her grip on my cock loosens, fingertips trembling in that sweet, unsure way that makes my skin prickle with need.

Something hot and feral pulses in the back of my skull the longer she stalls. Possessiveness, unlike any other.

“Yes, you told me you’ve never sucked another man’s cock. And you never will.” Her teeth graze the pad of my thumb, light but sharp enough to send shocks through me. “There’ll be no one else.”

“Knox.” My name comes out garbled. Must be hard to speak like this. With me yanking her bottom lip down lower, leaving her no choice but to open her mouth for me. “You can’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. And I know you worry too much. Keep that mouth open,” I say sharply.

Together, we guide my cock back to her lips.

“Time to take me down your throat.”

Her moan goes straight to my cock. It’s then that I haul her pretty face to me, thrusting my hips forward and—

“Fuck. Fuck.” I’m enveloped by her. Her plump lips. Her hot mouth. These sweet gagging sounds. “That’s it.”

My gaze is fixed on hers, obsession tying me to her like a noose. My thigh flexes beneath her palm as it clings to me.

More tears pool on her lashes, threatening to spill. Her throat works around me as she struggles to take my girth.

“Just like that.” I fuck her mouth, pushing deep down her throat. It’s better than anything I’ve ever imagined. Hot, tight, wet, perfect. “You wanted to help me? Wanted to make me feel good? This is how.”

When she coughs, the vibration shudders along my length. The jolt of pleasure rips a groan from me.

I’ve fucked my hand plenty. Under the spray of the shower, in my bed. But this…she’s wrecking me.

When she finally manages to breathe, her lips seal around me. She hunts for me with her tongue. Her bright eyes fix on mine through the tears brimming in them.

A hunger like this can’t be faked.

She’s raw, honest.

Mine.

“Keep going. Suck me. Take me.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “The back of your throat, you’re so good for letting me fuck it. I want you. Now. Forever. I’m going to keep you alive, Skylar. Going to take care of my woman like you’re taking care of me.”

My promises turn her as feral as I feel. She presses her lips tighter. Sucks me harder.

She’s thanking me too. Worshipping the brutal beast ravaging her mouth.

I. Want. More.

Grabbing her hair and pulling her off my dick hurts everywhere.

Seeing her disappointment crushes me just the same.

A growl reverberates in my throat. A sound full of need and ache.

“Why—” Her sentence gets cut as soon as I haul her up and carry her across the basement. “Where are you taking me?”

“Table.”

Before I put her on it, I strip her of her shorts, socks, shoes. Only then do I help her up there.

“What did I do wrong?” Her lips are swollen from my abuse, from stretching around me.

“Nothing.” I place both of her feet on the table, keeping her legs parted.

Her muscles flex beneath my palms, desperate to hide how wet she is. She can’t. Dirty little thing, she’s so turned on from sucking me that she’s dripping down my table.

My mouth waters as if I’m seeing it for the first time.

“Why don’t you want to—” She watches me lowering to my knees before her, how I bury my fingers in the sweet flesh of her thighs. I’m branding the unmarked skin, forcing her ass to the edge of the table. “To come?”

“What I want is”—I slide my thumbs over the crease between her pussy and her thighs. Skylar’s cheeks bloom red—“to make you feel good. Just like I did back in the farmhouse.”

“No,” she says, though her body disagrees.

Soft hands hover on either side of my head, trembling, needing to pull me closer but not daring to.

“Yes.” I suck on one thigh. The other. I’m tricking her into thinking this is the worst I’m going to do. “I have to. Have to claim you. And you’ll moan only for me, quietly. But…” I graze my teeth over her flesh. “If you want to scream, you can be as loud as you like.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I don’t—”

Whatever else she’s had to say vanishes when my mouth finds her cunt. That’s another word I’d only seen online, but it feels natural now, with Skylar.

Everything about us is as natural as breathing.

Her choked moans drive me to push her thighs wider, to flick my tongue over her clit. I taste her lips, licking up every drop of her sweetness.

She’s beautiful. Pink, hot, and drenched for me.

Nothing’s ever come close to this.

My gaze snaps back to her face, to those eyes that I’m addicted to. That open mouth. How her body moves when she bucks in my hold. She doesn’t just want me. She aches for me.

My throbbing cock aches, urging me to try something new, just to see how badly I can make her squirm.

So I do. I lick, nip, and suck her clit, her lips, fast then slow.

Heat coils through me when she reacts, clenching and writhing against my tongue.

When she moans, I growl a warning for her to stay quiet.

She mouths, I’m sorry, and I keep glowering as I pleasure her anyway.

I hate that I have to silence her. One day, soon enough, I won’t.

For now, if this is all we have, I’m taking it. I change how I lick her, teasing her sex with the tip of my tongue, spreading her lips with my thumbs.

Desire bursts from within when her wetness spills down my chin.

I’m hard to the point of pain. Her need. Her senseless, hushed pleas. She does that to me.

“Oh my God.” The roots of my hair burn from her grip. It’s a struggle to keep her in place when she’s aching to come. “Please, Knox. Please.”

“Be quiet when you’re moaning my name like that,” I breathe over her wetness.

“Okay, okay.”

As a reward, I press an open-mouthed kiss to her pretty pussy before going right back to eating her out.

Fuck, now I’m the one almost moaning.

Minutes blur as she’s grinding on my face, her tears streaking down her cheeks.

But she’s not coming. That’s when I remember her clit. How flicking my tongue over it gave me that breathless sound and more of her need dripping on me.

That’s where I go.

“You’re gonna come for me.” Since she loved being tongue-fucked, I slide two fingers into her up to the first knuckle, as far as my tongue did. “Gonna let yourself feel good. So good.”

Then I flick my tongue on her clit. Once, twice, and it happens.

Her body spasms, her mouth falling open on a silent scream.

She pulses around my fingers, her arousal leaking down my wrist.

I watch, drinking in the arch of her neck when her head tips back. The flutter of her lashes as she clamps her eyes shut.

The pulse at the base of her throat still pounds from the orgasm I keep wringing out of her.

It ends only when I pull out of her pussy, grab my knife, and press the blade to the inside of her thigh.

Cold steel kisses her skin.

At the feel of the blade, her gaze cuts to me, chin dipped, pussy clenching and unclenching.

Confusion flickers across her face before it hardens into horror.

My entire body comes alive.

Her lips move in the shape of the word No.

“Yes.” I rise to my feet, my palm flattening on her stomach, pressing her hard to the table.

Neither this moment nor Skylar will ever slip from me.

To the sound of her repeated nos, I bend to her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth.

Then I do it, looking at her thigh as I nick the skin, just enough to draw blood.

She gapes at the knife, at the broken skin and blood. The color drains from her cheeks, her body going slack with shock.

For me, it’s a precious moment.

For Skylar, it’s agony mixed with lust and terror. She can’t fathom it, can’t handle what I’m doing. Can’t cope with the blood trickling down her thigh.

I don’t think she’s breathing.

When I’m finished, I discard the knife and take her hand, guiding her fingers to the small cut and smearing her own blood across them.

At that, Skylar finally cracks, falling apart on my table.

Her scream rips through the basement, bouncing off the walls, filling every vent and every corner.

It’s mine. All of it.

Her voice, her pain, her fear.

Mine.