Chapter 31 #2
I felt him shake his head as he placed a burning kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. “How do I make you feel awful?”
With each question, he unraveled me. But for the life of me, I couldn’t not answer him. He was the first man who’d actually fucking cared. “You keep staring at me.”
“You fucking love it.”
“No.”
He tightened his hold on my hands at my back with one hand and ripped my panties with the other. Before I could even try to hide from him, he pushed his legs between mine and slid his large cock back along my folds. “Look how wet you are, baby. Seems like you do love it.”
“That’s just biology.”
He circled his cock at my opening, letting go of his hold on me.
My hands splayed against the floor, my fingers trying to find purchase from the maddening pleasure leaking down my thighs. He barely pushed the head of his cock inside me, his chest heaving. “You can’t lie to me, Tara. You fucking love that I’m obsessed with you.”
My pussy clenched hard around his cock. He grunted and pushed in slightly deeper. “You love that I can’t stop staring at you.”
He pulled out of me, making me whimper. “I hate it,” I moaned, arching my spine, begging for more.
A sharp sting of pain hit my ass cheek before his large hand grabbed my hip, and he slammed into me. “You want me madly obsessed with every inch of you.”
I cried out in ecstasy, my eyes rolling back in my head.
He rocked deeper into me, the sweat from our bodies sticking us together. “You want me stalking you. You want to possess my mind, my attention, my fucking soul.”
He thrust into me over and over again. His words were uncaging my darkest truths, weaving the dark tendrils of desire into my bloody veins, pushing me higher and higher.
When I shook my head, refusing to accept how much I fucking loved his obsession, he grabbed my hair in his fist and slammed my face into the ground. My pussy clenched tight around him. He growled, but a harsh chuckle tore through his chest. “Oh yes, baby. Fuck, just like that. Admit it, Tara.”
“No.”
His cock rammed into me with a desperate ferocity, before he grabbed me by the waist and flung me on the bed.
I was so taken aback that he’d already climbed over me and pushed his cock back inside me before I could even think about fighting him.
“That’s fucking better. Need to see your face the first time I watch you come for me. ”
“If you can make me come, that is,” I gritted out as my mouth opened in an O as he rocked hard into me.
He gave me a lazy smile, as if not being able to make me come wasn’t even a possibility, before he tore open my tank top, flinging it to the side, and grabbed my breasts in his hands. He rubbed his palm over my nipple, slamming his hips into me. “Fuck, Tara.”
My name on his lips was a blistering kiss to my soul.
His thick cock stretched me so fucking well, I was in heaven. The head of his cock dragged along my G-spot, evoking mindless pleasure through my blood.
My heart ached with longing, and my fingers clenched with the need to touch him back. So I did.
I dragged my fingers down his pec, running along the hard slabs of his abs. His stomach clenched, his chest heaved as he watched my fingers glide along his skin. His neck arched, and a loud groan erupted from his chest. “More, Tara.”
My heart burned with so much desire, so much fucking need for more that I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, slamming my lips against his. My eyes rolled back in my head as Knox’s loud groan seared my lips.
He pulled off, and his eyes were wide in outrage. “Why the fuck haven’t we kissed yet?”
With that, he slammed his mouth on mine, diving into me like a man possessed.
Every bit of his control snapped as he rutted into me with wild abandon.
His taste, his warmth, his fucking soul touched mine between breathless gasps.
He grabbed my hair, and his lips made love to mine. He licked. He kissed. He bit. He dove in and fucked my mouth just the way he fucked my pussy.
Out of control. Relentless. Like he’d die if he wasn’t inside me. Like a man irrevocably, irredeemably obsessed.
Every inch of my body sang with pleasure with every thrust of his hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, little criminal; you’re going to be the death of me.”
His words washed over me, my mind fading as animalistic need drove my hips onto his cock.
Thrust. “Yes, Tara. You’re strangling my fucking cock. Tighter, baby.”
Thrust. “So beautiful when you’re lost in pleasure.”
Thrust. “Only I get to see you like this.”
Thrust. “Such a good girl for me.”
Thrust. “Only I will be obsessed with you.”
Thrust. “Only I get to burn the world down for you.”
Higher and higher I went before he grabbed my throat and pulled me in for a blistering kiss, shattering me into a million pieces as white-hot pleasure raced through my body. My spine arched to the point of pain, my toes curled, and my orgasm tore through my soul, soaking his cock.
Knox roared, slamming into me with madness, pulling my legs over his shoulders. He rocked so hard into me that the headboard banged against the wall. “Again,” he growled.
“Knox,” I moaned sharply, once again coming apart around him.
He bellowed my name as he pushed his face into the crook of my neck. His hips jerked, and his cock pulsed with wave after wave of his orgasm.
He pushed his entire weight on top of me, still softly rolling his cock inside me, sending bursts of pleasure zipping through my body. I clutched his hair and pulled. “Stop that.”
He bit the top of my breast. “Shh.”
“Who’re you shushing?”
He quickly flipped us, pulling me on top of him, still trying to stay inside me. “You. Now hush. Let me enjoy your sweet cunt.”
The said cunt pulsed around him, pulling an arrogant smile on his face.
I slapped my hand on his lips, making him laugh, causing him to slip out of me.
With that, a sudden gush of wetness trickled out of me, making my heart stop for a second, fear shooting up my spine.
I slapped hard at Knox’s chest, making him open his eyes. “You fucking forgot a condom.”
He pulled me closer and placed a kiss on my lips, effectively melting my brain, before he said, “Correction. I didn’t use a condom.”
Panic slammed through my veins. “I could get an STD. I could get fucking pregnant. Are you out of your mind?”
Just to be fair, I grabbed my hair and yelled, “I am an idiot. Fuck.”
I almost jumped off his hard body, but two bands of steel clutched me tight against him. “You won’t get an STD. I’m clean. We get tested every three months. I haven’t had sex in probably a year. What about you?”
I looked down at the sweat glistening on his chest and the faded wounds on his skin. Moving my finger along his abs, I murmured, “More than five years.”
His chest expanded under my palm, and a smile lit up his face. “Good girl.”
My heart flipped at his praise, the steady hum of pleasure flooding my veins. "At least we’re not going to get an STD. Now, onto the next issue. I can’t get pregnant.”
He frowned. “Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t. Have you seen my life? I have no interest or inclination to bring a child into this fucked-up world. I have my Shadow. That’s enough right now.”
He grazed the back of his finger down my breast, pulling a breathy gasp out of me. “I don’t care for children. If you want them, I’ll give them to you. If you don’t, I get you all to myself.”
My heart clenched in my chest at his words.
Panic and uncertainty wreaked havoc in my brain.
One moment, he was threatening to arrest me and my girls if he didn’t think we were killing culprits, and the next moment, he was willing to give me fucking babies.
I knew he was a psychopath, but he was also an expert in mental torture.
He dragged his finger from the tip of my cheek down to under my chin and tipped my face so his eyes met mine. “What is it?”
“This,” I snapped, raising my hand at his face, his body. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “You confuse me. I don’t know what you’re doing with me, what you want from me. How did we go from you chasing me to arrest me to whatever this is?”
What I didn’t tell him was that whatever this was, I was loving it.
I wanted more of it. I needed more of his attention.
More of the sex. I had no idea good sex could feel this way.
Like I was completely present in my body but totally out of my mind.
That pleasure could be so painful and so euphoric at the same time.
I stared at his face, trying to catch his expression, but like always, he had his poker face on. “You won’t be able to handle it.”
I grabbed his jaw and leaned closer. “Try me.”
He straightened against the headboard and pulled me closer on his lap, circling his arm around me.
With another hand, he pushed the hair on my scarred side behind my ear, immediately making me conscious of my burns.
He growled. “The moment I saw you fight in that dingy basement, I got hooked. Chasing you on the motorcycle was the highlight of my fucking year. You were an enemy that I didn’t want to arrest because then I wouldn’t be able to play with you. ”
My heart hammered at his words. A small smile washed over his face as he rubbed my arm. “I always knew the vigilante’s motives were noble. You girls think you’re doing the right thing.”
“We are.”
“Don’t care either way. You’re certainly not doing the legal thing.
You hunt down criminals without any consequences.
You are living the life that young me could’ve only dreamed of.
Your targets, your work, and your fearless actions made me jealous, angry, and fucking envious.
How dare you live the life of killing people without consequences?
So of course, I was going to arrest you. ”
“Of course.”