11. Nina
Chapter eleven
Nina
I’ve never felt so much humiliation in my entire life.
My eyes remained wide open through the night, and my mind a mess of interconnected thoughts.
Knox had seen me—he saw everything.
How long had he been standing there?
Why hadn’t he said anything?
And the look in his eyes…
I grimaced as the image flooded my mind again. Dark and enthralling and agape. He must have been mortified. Oh, God. No wonder he ran off like the hounds of hell were trying to eat him. It must have been the most scandalous thing he’d ever witnessed.
My God, I was a wanton. But in my defense, it was all Knox’s fault. I was ovulating, and he was hot as fuck, wearing those compression shirts around the house and teasing my poor ovaries. I deserved a reprieve, didn’t I? Plus, he didn’t let me speak to one guy at the party last night. Cockblock.
Ugh . I threw the covers over my head and screamed. The thick material of my duvet muffled the sound. My cheeks had burned all night and now my face was hotter than a stove. I prayed for the earth to open up and swallow me because there was no way I could go out there and face him.
So I devised a plan: I would wait for him to go to work before coming out, after which I would make plans to move to Australia—I groaned. It was Saturday. I swear I had the worst luck. Why did all the bad things happen to me? I was a good person, truly.
By the time I finally mustered up the courage to leave my room, my stomach was rumbling, and my bladder was full. After listening for sounds and making certain the hallway was empty, I tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself, brush my teeth, and take a shower, internally feeling sorry for myself for being such a wuss.
Knox was the only one who made me act this way. He already thought I was a child, and I was desperate to prove him wrong, but how could I do that when situations like this popped up? There was no way he hadn’t realized that I was avoiding him. It was evening already.
I quickly soaped my body and washed my hair before practically bolting back to my room, just in case Knox decided to use the bathroom. I told myself that I was being ridiculous because eventually, I would have to face him, but it was easier said than done.
Ultimately, I listened to my own advice. After throwing on some loose pajama pants and a T-shirt, I tried not to think about the fact that I was trying to cover up my body as well as my shame. I left my room and walked cautiously to the living room. My breath was stuck in my throat as I looked around.
It was empty.
I hadn’t heard the front door open, so I knew Knox was in the apartment. That meant he was in his room.
“Thank God,” I heaved out, releasing the breath I was holding before making my way to the kitchen. But my body moved before my head did, and by the time my eyes caught up, it was too late to control my reaction.
“Ah!” I shrieked so suddenly my voice cracked, pinning my body flat against the wall. My heart banged loudly inside my ears as my eyes, frantically wide, focused on Knox’s large build, sitting at the other end of the four-seater dining table, gazing at me.
“You scared me. Jesus.” I was panting, one hand pressed against my chest.
Unlike mine, his eyes were full of mirth as he stared back at me, which was shocking because it was nothing like the judgmental look I expected. Rather, he seemed… amused. I had to be overthinking it.
“Good evening,” he said simply.
Trying to gather the rest of my dignity that hadn’t died a painful death last night, I gave him a curt nod. “Good evening.”
Things were awkward. My fingers trembled. I intertwined them behind me so Knox wouldn’t see. A part of me wanted to walk away. Screw frugality. I had enough money in my bank account to order food every day of my life until I was hundred, and still have a small fortune left.
Another part, the part that recognized the immaturity in that reasoning, knew the adult thing to do would be to apologize for what happened.
It was true that I’d been in my private space, but if Knox found me, then something must have drawn him in. Maybe I’d been moaning too loud. I was known to be a screamer. And I should have checked that the door was actually closed. My room was right next to the bathroom. He might have been on his way there before my outrageous actions offended him.
I took a tentative step forward, lips pressed together, eyes cast to the ground. My mouth opened but only air puffed out. I didn’t dare look at his face; he must have been so disappointed. Not because I was pleasuring myself, obviously—that was none of his business—but because I didn’t have the common sense to do it without alerting the entire apartment.
Clearing my throat, I tried again, forcing sound into my voice. “Listen, uh… I wanted to apologize for last night. My horniness was not an excuse. I shouldn’t have… been so loud and careless about it.”
It had to have been thirty seconds without a word from Knox. My forehead creased as I bit my lip. Was he so dismayed that he wouldn’t even humor me with a response? My heart sank. This was it. There was no doubt that he was already judging me a million ways to Sunday. I could just imagine what was going through his mind.
A young girl with no control over her desires. What a shame.
When I looked up, however, I was surprised to find that Knox didn’t look disappointed, or even angry. A line had formed between his brows and his head was quizzically cocked to the side. He blinked once, twice, as if he couldn’t understand a word I was saying.
“You’re sorry?” he finally asked, his voice packed full of shock. “Why?”
I was getting confused myself. “I shouldn’t have—”
“But you did nothing wrong. Hell, I should be the one apologizing for watching you.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong? I was touching myself, and you saw me!”
He wanted to say more; I could tell. But he held his tongue, as if deciding it wasn’t worth it. Instead, he stood and walked around the counter to the stove.
“Sit,” he threw a towel over his shoulder just as he grabbed a plate.
Deciding it would be best to follow his lead and forget about this whole thing—it was already embarrassing enough—I did as he ordered. For the first time since I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that there was a pot on the stove. My stomach growled, reminding me I’d barely eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.
Knox opened the pot, and a coconut-y scent drifted in the air. I waited as he dished out a generous portion of rice and coconut chicken sauce before placing it in front of me. Seconds later, he added a glass of water.
I looked up at him, gratitude filling me. “Thank you.”
Knox nodded once. “Eat.”
I did, and for the duration of the meal, nobody said a word. My eyes connected with Knox’s a few times, and I wondered what he was thinking. I was so hungry that I kept eating even as my mind reeled. But moments later, when my plate was almost empty, something funny happened.
Knox opened his mouth as if to say something but then stopped, seemed to think about it for a second, and closed it. He gave me one last glance, then walked away toward the hallway. I sat there, confused, as I scooped the last portion of rice on my plate and shoved it into my mouth. What was his problem?
Then, a second later, Knox reappeared. His face was blank but his sapphire eyes, deep and penetrative, told a different story.
“You called out my name.”
I spluttered, blinking furiously. “What?”
“Just before you came, you called out my name.” Something flashed in his gaze, hot. “Were you thinking of me?”
I could feel the heat creeping up from my neck to my face, and the shame from earlier came flooding back. I was a fool. The biggest one on earth. Wasn’t I the one cursing him in every known language a few days ago? Hadn’t I been so close to throwing him out because he was the rudest, most antagonistic asshole I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting? So, why the hell had I said his name as my orgasm overtook me?
The worst part was that I didn’t even remember doing it. My thoughts had been focused on reaching climax and, like everyone else, the image I’d conjured up in my mind to aid with that task had been a very erotic one. A man, who I was just realizing looked a whole lot like Knox, and a woman with red hair who may or may not have been me.
If Lindsay found out that I was masturbating to her brother, she’d throw a fit.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, gluing my eyes to the counter. There was no way Knox would ever recover from this. I’d scarred the shit out of him. “I shouldn’t have.”
“I liked it.”
Blood rushed to my ears. I reached for the glass of water, gulping generously, as if it would help my sudden nervousness. When I was done, I dropped it on the table, the sound of glass hitting granite echoing through the kitchen.
My eyes lifted to look at Knox. “You liked… what?”
“I liked watching you touch yourself.”
I audibly sucked in a deep breath. This was the weirdest conversation I’d ever had, and the least likely I ever expected.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
He drew closer to me, taking slow and tentative steps. “In fact, Nina, I liked it so much that I think I want to see it again.”
We were treading dangerous water; even I could see that. Saying that I didn’t want what he wanted would be a lie, but there was a line we shouldn’t cross.
“Knox…”
In one quick move, he was in front of me, so close that my head was level with his chest, and I could smell his cologne. A subtle yet captivating aroma, woodsy and fresh, enveloped the space between us.
“I know,” he breathed, bending over to my eyeline so that I wouldn’t have to strain my neck to look up at him. “It’s crazy and all shades of wrong, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how beautiful you looked last night, Nina. Seeing you there like that, it did something to me.” A muscle ticked in his jaw just as he came even closer. “I haven’t been able to stop wanting you.”
I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, my heart racing. My cheeks flushed at his praise and at the sensation of his hungry eyes on my skin.
Knox wanted me. It was all I could think of. A man like him, who was so mature and intelligent and all around perfect, wanted someone like me . As this thought settled in, a warm sensation spread through my chest, like a gentle embrace that lifted my spirits. A surge of excitement coursed through my veins, causing my heart to beat faster. I could almost feel the rush of adrenaline, as if my body was preparing for something extraordinary. No wonder my wild side suddenly made an appearance
“Let’s say I wanted you too,” I let out in the huskiest tone I could muster, brushing my lips against his. “What would you do to me?”
Knox raised one hand, brushed my hair to the side and began to trail sweet kisses along the side of my neck.
“First, I’d kiss you here.” His lips kissed and nibbled and when I felt his wet tongue flicker against my pulse, my pussy clenched. “Then I would kiss you here.” He thumbed my lower lip, cupping my jaw in the process as he angled my head to one side, dipped his head and sealed his lips over my own.
I’d kissed several men, but none of them worked it harder or better than Knox did. My body sagged, melting against him. It started sweet and soft, with him flicking his tongue against mine, exploring the recesses of my mouth. He swept his tongue along the seam until I parted them and allowed him entry. Then it changed.
There was nothing gentle about the way Knox was kissing me. He took me, brutally, as if this was the last time he would ever kiss anyone. With every stroke of his tongue, my pussy flared with liquid heat, and Knox’s mouth muffled my moans as my head spun with euphoria.
Knox pulled away with a guttural groan. “Goddamn, Nina. You taste sweeter than I imagined.”
My chest heaved. I had no doubt my eyes reflected my ravenous desires. “What next? There has to be more.” It was a desperate plea. Apparently, shame had left the building.
A wicked smile spread Knox’s lips widely. His hands raked over my hip and up my stomach, then up to cup my heavy breasts.
He growled deeply. “I’ve imagined doing this since the moment I walked through those doors. You’re a fucking sight to behold—a fucking princess. Take this off.”
I held up my hands for him to rip the shirt off my body, spinning around to press my back against the counter.
Knox licked his lips hungrily, eyes glued to my breasts. “They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
At the risk of sounding vain, I knew my breasts were beautiful. They were big too. Puberty had hit me earlier and harder than any of the girls in school. No wonder I’d had so many enemies. Big tits, nice ass, and rich parents? I was the definition of blessed. Getting naked was not a problem for me—I was not insecure about my body, but no one had ever looked at my body the way Knox was just then.
Without a warning, he latched onto my nipple, causing a loud moan to tear from my throat. I welcomed the warm feeling of his mouth, pushing my breasts into his greedy mouth even more.
“Knox, please.” My skin burned with equal parts shame and desire. This should feel wrong, but it might just be the craziest and most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, which was ridiculous in itself because he was only sucking my nipple.
When Knox ripped my pants off my body in one fluid move and slid a thick finger inside me, fireworks erupted in my core. Encouraged by my body’s reaction, he proceeded to fuck me with his finger, and I lost myself in the wonderful feelings he was evoking in me.
“You’re dripping down the stool, princess. Look at all the mess you’re making.”
His words sent a rush of arousal gushing out of me, slicking his finger. He curled it deep inside me, sweeping the pad over a sensitive spot, and I moaned. Loudly. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, spreading my legs even wider. I was still in that position when Knox’s skilled finger coaxed the longest and fiercest orgasm of my entire life out of my quivering body.
“Oh, my… fuck!” I cried, my ass lifting off the barstool as my legs shook violently in the air.
“Fuck yeah,” Knox grunted, pulling his finger out of me and lifting me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist. “The night is still young, my dear Nina. I hope you’re not tired of me yet. We’ve only just started.”
I could barely catch my breath, let alone respond to that very delicious threat. I felt everything all at once; arousal, satisfaction, excitement for what was to come. And finally, shock that all of this was being done with none other than Knox Coleman—my mortal enemy.
I held onto him as he guided us to his bedroom. Ever since he moved in, I have not come in here. It was pretty much the same as how I made it, other than some male skincare products on the table and a few clothes hanging in the closet, which I could see from one of its open doors.
Knox laid me down on his bed gently, a complete contrast to the man who’d been at loggerheads with me for the past few weeks. He crawled onto the bed beside me, hoisting himself up with one elbow and just… stared at me.
His eyes first traveled down my body in a slow, agonizing assessment, and when I jammed my legs together and he didn’t object, I knew he was appreciating what he saw.
“Are you going to keep staring at me all night, or are we going to get this show on the road?”
It was a half-assed attempt to ease the tension. Safe to say, it didn't work. Knox only smiled at me before brushing his hand through my hair.
“You know, it’s unreal that this is happening.” He exhaled sharply, and I had a thought then that he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and he just made me come. “I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time now. It was all I could think about. I kept asking myself what it was about you that made me lose control like a teenager, but came up with nothing.”
I tried to catch his gaze, but it seemed Knox was determined to look everywhere but into my eyes. I wanted to know what was going through his head. His words felt genuine and sounded perplexed, like he’d been shoved into a conundrum with no explanation of how to find answers.
“Are you saying you’ve been secretly lusting after me all this time?” I asked, half joking, half serious.
“Is that so unbelievable?” He finally looked into my eyes. Something swirled in there; I couldn’t be too sure, but it looked like guilt. But what would he be guilty about?
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You called me a whore, and a fake, and a child. Seems weird that you’d want such a person if that’s the way you feel about them.”
There it was again, that look of guilt. It told me that maybe Knox wasn’t as mean as he’d come across. I thought back to what Lindsay said last week, about how Knox had lost a deal and was going through some tough times at work.
“I shouldn’t have said that. I apologize,” he said solemnly.
Just because I could, I decided to tease him a little. “For which part? My promiscuity, pretense, or immaturity?”
He chuckled. “The first two. I still think you’re immature.”
I bit my lower lip, trailing a hand down his jawline.
He hummed, kissing me. “Luckily for me, you’re at least physically above the legal age, which means I can do dirty things to you without worrying about going to prison.” Then he added in a growl, “Princess.”
I loved that name. “Hmm. Can you?” It was a dangerous game we were playing. Addictive, too. Now that I knew what it was like to be kissed by Knox, I couldn’t think of anything else that was better than it. “What other dirty thing can you do?”
“Let’s see. What’s your highest consecutive orgasm count in a row? I bet I could beat it.”
To my dismay, a giggle burst out from my throat. “Knox, for goodness’ sake, be serious.”
Sapphire eyes shone with challenge. His handsome face contorted into a wide grin that knocked the breath out of my lungs, and when he adjusted himself so that he was kneeling between my legs, I saw the determination in his eyes. He threw his shirt off, exposing his toned muscles for my viewing pleasure.
“Fuck,” I breathed, feeding my eyes with the wondrous contours of his abs and following the hair that splattered just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistline of his sweatpants. His erection pressed against the fabric of the material and my heart picked up speed.
“Take them off,” I begged, “I want to see.”
Knox laughed, a deep melodious sound that carried through the room and bounced right off the walls. “Someone’s eager.”
“Hurry,” I pleaded, never taking my eyes off him.
Knox took his sweet time pulling his pants off. I was glad to see that he’d gone commando. By the time he was slipping out of the legs, I was salivating.
There was something about the penis that was remarkable. And it wasn’t just what it could do, though that was a plus. It was mostly that it didn’t have one single bone, and yet it was the most versatile organ ever created. Able to shrink to a ridiculously tiny size, yet swell outrageously without so much as a touch.
Seeing Knox’s hard, thick length only enforced my belief that it was the greatest creation ever. I’d handled some in my lifetime, but so far, the only one I’d had dreams about was Knox’s. Even as a teenager undergoing drastic, bodily changes, when I would lie in bed after a long day of spending time at Lindsay’s house, my thoughts would be filled with Knox. I’d masturbated to him plenty of times. Not my proudest moments.
Sitting upright, I reached for him, wrapping one hand around it. It wasn’t the longest I’d seen, but it was definitely the thickest. That girth could split me open.
I stroked Knox slowly, unable to stop the deep satisfaction that flowed within me when he hissed. My thumb grazed his opening and when I leaned forward to take him in my mouth, one large hand stilled my head.
Knox growled. “This will be a very short experience if you do that, princess. I strongly advise against it.”
I pouted, which I only realized after I’d done it, did not help with my aim of proving to him I wasn’t immature.
“But it’s so pretty,” I whined.
He scoffed out a chuckle. “Thank you, but I’m itching to be inside you right now. Let’s add it to the menu for later.”
I licked my lips, leaning down on the bed again. “Sounds like a date.”
Knox grunted, then promptly laid flat on his stomach, spreading my legs. His mouth hovered above my pussy and his cool breath hit my lips. He licked a line up my slit, and I saw stars.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he said, before licking me again. “Do you?”
I shook my head, then realized he couldn't see me. “I don’t.”
His head popped up, and I saw the conclusion he came to in his eyes. “Can I trust you?”
I blink at him, but the pleasure coursing through my body made it difficult to focus on anything he was saying. “Y-Yeah, but I’m not worried about me.”
He nodded, briefly leaving the bed for a second and walking to the wardrobe. My chest danced as I watched him search for something and barely a second later, he was stalking back to me with a folded piece of paper in his hand.
“My last test.” He handed me the paper, and I took it, unfolding it and scanning a document. It showed Knox’s clean bill of health, and it was dated two weeks ago, around the same time he moved in.
Nodding, I looked at him. “I’m clean too. Do you want me to go get my phone? I have my test results in it.”
He shook his head. “It’s fine. I trust you. That settles that.”
He resumed his position between my legs, and it suddenly hit me that the moment had passed. I didn’t know about him, but somewhere during the conversation, I’d lost interest in missionary.
“Do you mind if we do a different position?”
Amusement flashed in Knox’s eyes. His dick twitched at my words, and he gestured for me to continue.
Sending him a sultry smile, I turned on my stomach and lifted my ass in the air. I didn’t have a favorite sex position, but if I had to choose, I would probably go with doggy. It provided the best angles.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
I couldn’t see Knox’s expression, but I heard the approval in his voice. He placed both hands on my hips and for a moment, nothing happened. Then, his hands left my skin and when it came back, it was with a light slap on both cheeks.
I squealed, shock sending me flying forward. Not because he had spanked me, but because he was the kind to enjoy that kind of thing.
“Your ass is fucking fine.” Knox spanked me again. “Your body is fucking art.”
I felt him trace my slit with the tip of his penis and when he grazed my opening, I let out a breath, preparing to take him in. He pushed in slowly, an antagonizing movement that had me breathing hard.
“Oh my….” I felt the burn just as he pushed his head in completely. He stretched me with every inch he gave, grunting as he moved, and by the time he was fully buried inside me, I was caught between moaning and wailing.
“Relax, Nina. You know you can take me.”
Fisting my hands in the sheets, I drew deep breaths through my nose, enjoying the endorphins that flooded my body. It was a sweet pain, being stretched so widely. As if Knox knew exactly what I needed, he stayed still, giving me time to adjust to his massive size.
“I’m going to pull out now,” he said, a low growl rising from his throat. “And I’m going to push back in. Breathe, princess.”
I did as he instructed, bracing myself for his movements. But surprisingly, when he slid into me the second time, I found that the burning had subsided and only pleasure was left.
“Fuck. Move, Knox. Please.” I moaned, throwing my ass at him in encouragement.
“That’s it.” Leaning down, he dragged his teeth over my ear as he set a dominating pace that left us both gasping for air, our body slick with the heat of our passions. “You’re so good. So, so good. Hmm.”
Reaching between us, I placed a finger on my pulsating clit, but Knox pushed my hand away, replacing it with his.
“That’s my job, princess.”
With his hand and cock, Knox drove me to unimaginable heights of pure pleasure. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass echoed throughout the room and when he flicked his finger against my clit, I rocked into him, tremors shaking my body as my orgasm overtook me.
Knox gave one last thrust before pulling out and spending his seed all over my back. My eyes fluttered and our heaving breaths mingled. Falling over, he covered my body with his, placing a soft kiss on my neck.
Hours later, when my body had healed and my tingling had stopped, that one kiss and the butterflies it evoked in me were all I could think about.