Chapter 35 You Undo Me
With one hand holding my wrists pinned above me, he reached down with the other, tugging at my leggings. I twisted beneath him, bucking against his grip, making it as difficult as possible.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “Get off me.”
The word meant one thing. My body another.
He shifted his weight, lifting slightly so I was caught between his legs, then grabbed my hip and flipped me over, pressing me face-first into the mattress.
I cried out, trying to push myself up, to throw him off, but he followed instantly, pinning me beneath him, controlling every movement.
“No—”
He didn’t stop.
His hand pressed at the center of my back, holding me down while his other hand dragged my leggings and panties down in one rough pull, tossing them aside without looking.
I kicked, twisted, fought him, but it barely slowed him down.
He was stronger.
His touch was rough, unyielding. Like he didn't give a damn if I wanted this or not. Like he was taking exactly what he wanted.
God, this shouldn't get me so hot. This was exactly what I had asked for. Exactly what my body had been craving.
His mouth found my neck, his lips brushing over sensitive skin before his teeth scraped lightly along it.
“Be a good girl,” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark and hungry. “Take all of me. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I twisted beneath him, trying to pull my arms free, my body resisting even as my breath hitched. Then I heard the soft rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down just enough to free himself.
I felt him at my entrance.
I jerked forward, trying to shift away, but his hand pressed harder into my back, holding me in place.
He pushed forward, the stretch almost too much. My breath caught, my body tightening instinctively around him even as I resisted, fighting the way it tried to yield.
“No,” I said, shaking my head against the mattress. “Please. I don’t want it.”
“You say that,” he growled against my ear, his voice rough and strained, “but your body says otherwise.”
He pushed deeper with each thrust, forcing past the resistance of my tightening muscles. His cock felt bigger and harder than ever.
Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself fully inside me.
A cry tore from my throat as my body clenched around him, the sensation overwhelming.
He stilled for half a second, his breath harsh against my neck.
“No one can hear you,” he murmured. “You can fight all you want, but this pussy is mine.”
His hand slid down to grip my hip tightly as he began to move, pulling back and driving into me again, harder this time.
The sounds filled the room. Wet. Raw.
“If anyone could see you right now,” he whispered, his voice thick, “they’d know exactly how much you love it. You're soaking me.”
“No,” I said, pushing against the mattress, trying to lift myself. “I don’t.”
His hand came down hard against my ass.
The sharp sting sent a shock through my body, pulling a helpless sound from my throat.
Before I could recover, he pressed me back down, flattening me beneath him.
“Don’t lie,” he said.
He caught my wrists and forced them behind my back, holding them there easily with one hand.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape.
And I couldn’t stop the small sounds slipping from my lips, couldn’t stop my body from responding no matter how hard I fought it.
He moved with growing intensity, his grip tightening whenever I struggled, whenever I tried to pull away, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
His free hand roamed over my body, shoving my shirt and bra up, his fingers tugging on my nipple piercings, gripping and exploring, owning every reaction he drew from me.
It felt too good.
Better than I had ever imagined.
The roughness. The rawness. The loss of control. It was so easy to let myself believe this was real, that he was some stranger overpowering me, taking what he wanted, leaving me no choice.
His free hand moved to my hair, pulling my head back slightly.
“Now,” he growled, his voice rough against my ear, “it’s time for you to come.”
“No,” I moaned weakly.
“Come on,” he whispered darkly. “Let me feel you come. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
I shook my head, but the words meant nothing. My body was already betraying me, tightening around him, heat building uncontrollably.
He drove into me harder.
I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping me. Couldn’t stop the way my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there.
The pressure built faster now and his movements grew more forceful.
“Oh God,” I gasped.
I was close.
He felt it.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
He hauled me upright suddenly, pulling me onto my knees, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist to hold me there. His other hand moved between my legs, pushing me closer to the edge I could no longer escape.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my shoulder as his hips snapped against mine. “Don’t fight it.”
I couldn’t.
My back arched helplessly, my body surrendering completely as sensation overwhelmed everything else. The tension snapped, dragging me over the edge.
I cried out, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside me as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling, weak, and completely undone.
My body sagged against him, boneless in his arms.
“That’s it,” he whispered roughly. “Good girl.”
A second later, his body tensed behind me, his breath turning ragged. He buried his face against my shoulder, a low groan vibrating through him as he followed me over the edge. I feel his cock twitch, the warm flood of his release soaking my insides.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Then slowly, carefully, he lowered me back onto the bed.
The shift was immediate.
The predator was gone.
Knox was back.
He gathered me against him, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled the covers over us. His body curved protectively around mine, his warmth steady and grounding.
His breath stirred the hair at the back of my neck.
“You good?” he asked quietly.
I had always imagined that this would be the moment regret would set in. That shame would follow. That I would hate myself for wanting something like this, for needing it.
But I didn’t. I didn’t feel ashamed.
I felt calm. Complete. Safe. This was exactly what I had wanted.
I laced my fingers with his and squeezed his hand.
“I’m good,” I said softly. “Better than good.”
“You can tell me if anything was too much,” he said. “Anything you didn’t like.”
I shook my head.
“No. It was exactly what I wanted.”
“Good,” he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.
I could feel his cum slipping out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the bed.
“You didn’t use a condom again,” I said quietly. “And you came inside me.”
I shifted slightly against him.
“I can feel it dripping out.”
I felt his breath stall in his chest, the subtle tightening of his arm around me, his fingers going still against my skin.
Then his arm beneath me curled more firmly around my torso, anchoring me against him. His other hand slid down my waist, over my hip, until his palm settled between my thighs. He cupped my sore pussy possessively.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I wasn’t thinking again.”
His arm tightened, pulling me closer into him until there was no space left between our bodies.
“You undo me,” he murmured against my shoulder. “Every time.”
I let out a slow breath, staring at his hand where it held me.
“You make me forget too,” I admitted quietly. And that surprised even me. How easily he unraveled things I had spent years holding tight. How quickly he slipped past defenses I had built with careful precision.
I turned my head slightly, enough to look at him over my shoulder.
His gaze held mine for a moment, searching, as if he understood what I wasn’t saying out loud.
“Ashley,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My chest tightened.
“Whatever happens,” he added. “I’ll be here.”