Chapter 41
TARA
Ibit into my grilled cheese sandwich and extended my plate to Samaira. “Want some?”
She sat beside me, pouting. “Fuck you. No. I don’t want it. I wanted something else.”
I bit my lip to stop smiling and met Lena’s amused face.
Loud cries rang in front of us as Knox slammed Vadim against the metal cage, bursting his nose open, while Sloane kicked the shit out of Maxim. We’d directly routed the chopper to the safe house after picking up Vadim.
My dear friend, Sami, was pouting because she obviously wanted to be part of the beating-up crew, not the sit-on-the-sidelines-enjoying-the-show crew.
I jabbed my elbow into her side. “Relax. This isn’t your fight. Let them get that aggression out.”
Scowling at me, she plucked half a sandwich from my plate and bit into it. “I know. But this is so boring.”
Right then, Sloane climbed on Maxim’s chest while Knox grabbed his hands over his head.
With a terrifying smile on her face, she grabbed his jaw and poured the cup of Shadow’s urine into his mouth.
Knox, being the supportive friend, pinched his nostrils so the fucker had to swallow it down. Maxim sputtered and choked and cried.
Putting the sandwich back on my plate—because there was no way I could swallow anything before I bleached my eyes out—I turned to Sami with raised eyebrows. “Is it, though?”
Sami whistled and shook her head, clapping uproariously. “Damn, great teamwork, you two.”
Naomi, Lena, and I simply shook our heads.
While the three of us were believers in doling out justice, we didn’t necessarily enjoy the bloody process as much as Sami and Knox.
Sloane had certain triggers that made her flip the fuck out, but for the most part, she was happy to do the undercover work.
I yawned as Knox extracted every single nail from Vadim’s hands, made him puke out blood, and broke him to the extent that he was now begging to just be killed.
Maxim wasn’t far behind in begging. But Sloane had no mercy today.
She was relishing every ounce of pain she doled out to him.
With every kick to his junk, every swipe of her knife across his body, her haunted face started to regain color, and she smiled.
If torturing sick fucks who trafficked helpless women was therapeutic to her, who were we to stop her from healing? All we needed was Sloane back.
Knox, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He only smiled as wide when he was stalking me or chasing me or fucking me. I was almost jealous.
He turned to me and, with a manic smile on his face, asked, “Little beauty, what part of him do you want me to chop off? He touched you with his hand. He punched your beautiful face with his fucking hand.”
Without waiting for my response, Knox whirled around to a whimpering Vadim, grabbed my axe, and slammed it straight through his hand. He shrieked for a second before his eyes rolled back in his head and he lost consciousness.
Knox turned to Naomi with a frown on his face. “Hey, Doc, you think he’d die of a broken hand?”
Naomi sighed. “Given the injuries you’ve inflicted on him prior to slicing off his hand, he might. Do you not want him to die?”
Knox turned to look at the unconscious man, his brother lost in his own agony being inflicted by Sloane, and shrugged. “I was not done exacting my revenge on him.”
I scoffed. His eyes snapped to me. “Something to say, beautiful?”
“I’m getting tired now. You’ve been at it for the last two hours. I wanna go home.”
He looked, dare I say, crestfallen. I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked right now. I walked closer to the cage and gripped the crisscross metal wires. He stepped closer to me, mirroring my stance.
I rose on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I need you to wrap this up. I’m dying to feel your cock inside me. I’ve been wet for you since you saved me.”
“Fuck,” he growled. His eyes darkened. With a single nod, he turned around, pulled the gun out of the back of his jeans, and shot Vadim’s unconscious body five times in the chest.
Sloane groaned. “It’s no fun torturing all alone. Fuck you, Tara. What did you tell him to make him stop playing?”
I gave her a wink as Knox opened the cage and stepped out, pulling me into his blood-soaked arms and slamming his lips on mine. I clutched Knox’s wrist and pulled him toward the staircase, then turned to Sloane. “You have until Knox and I are back to be done with the revenge.”
Knox chuckled and looked at Sloane. “Have fun for at least an hour.”
I rolled my eyes and mouthed at Sloane, “Twenty minutes, tops.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me upstairs. We passed the ground floor of the safe house and made our way to the bedroom upstairs, all the while he kept his hand firmly planted on the nape of my neck.
The moment we stepped inside the bathroom, the heat building in my chest rose to an inferno. I looked at the man who owned my heart, and the urgency riding in my veins quieted.
Knox was a canvas of the revenge he’d exacted for me. His hands were coated in blood, his stained clothes bore the evidence of the torture he’d inflicted, and his eyes held the manic glee that showed me the darkness residing within him.
Yet he looked at me as if he belonged to me.
Like I commanded his every move, that he’d kill for me.
Die for me. Live for me. I gently caressed his cheek, admiring the ruthlessness dripping down his face.
My own bloody fingers brushed along the splatters on his skin, making him look like an avenging god.
Pressing myself closer to him, I reveled in the strength of his body. “You saved my life, my beast.”
His hands pulled me closer into his chest, his breath washing over me. “Of course I did, my beauty. You are my life.”
His matter-of-fact words held so much life-altering power in them. Every time he spoke of his dedication to me, his obsession with me, a dreamy smile came over my face. And because he knew how his words affected me, he did it endlessly.
With the same dopey smile on my face, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly, ever so slowly, opened each one of its buttons.
My fingers brushed along every inch of his warm skin, the strength of his body, the way his skin rippled along his abs. The heat emanating from his massive chest made me drool. How could someone so breathtaking, so fucking magnetic and powerful, be so obsessed with me?
A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible.
But today, I believed every word out of his mouth.
The man who would give up years of his moral guideline, who would kill the men who would disrespect me without blinking an eye, who refused to be apart from me since the moment he laid eyes on me, who befriended my dog and brought him along to save me, who looked at me and made me feel as if my life today was so much better than it had ever been. How could this man not love me?
I placed a kiss in the middle of his chest, pulling a loud growl out of his mouth.
I dropped to my knees and slowly opened his pants, pulling down the zipper.
The hard outline of his cock through his briefs was fucking irresistible.
I couldn’t help but push my face into his crotch and nuzzle at the dark, sinful warmth between his legs.
His loud groan echoed in the room, reverberating in my chest. His warm hands clutched my hair, pushing me deeper between his legs.
My body was burning up, the heady arousal consuming my soul.
With shaky, desperate hands, I pulled down his briefs, the need to feel him on my tongue overwhelming me.
“Please.” The broken whisper left my lips before I wrapped my mouth around his thick cock, swallowing him all the way to the back of my throat.
His musky scent shot a bolt of ecstasy through my veins, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Yes, Tara. You love my cock, don’t you?”
Looking up at him with my mouth stuffed with his cock, I stroked my tongue along his length, nodding at him, showing him how much I loved it.
I pushed down his pants and his briefs in their entirety, wrapping my hands around his muscular thighs, anchoring myself to him.
I moved lower, sucking his balls, tasting that dark, heady musk on my tongue.
My core clenched with agonizing need, soaking through my panties.
I showered his sack with love, drooling and mouthing at the skin, consuming him like he consumed my very soul.
His rough grunt had me looking up at him.
And the look on his face had me whimpering.
His eyes blazed with pleasure, his jaw was sharp like a sword’s edge, and the cords of his neck bulged as he threw his head back, lost in the pleasure I was giving him.
The tip of his cock spurted precum, and I licked it up with a ferocity that matched my all-consuming need for him. “You’re mine, Knox.”
He snarled as he pushed himself deeper in my mouth. “Fuck, yes.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the shower cabin.
I turned the water hot as he stood under the shower, soaking my clothes. Before I could ask him to let me out of them, he pushed me against the wall and ripped my tank and panties and slammed his mouth on mine.
He tasted himself on my tongue and groaned like a starving man. I held his face and watched the water droplets sluicing down his face. “You are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life.”
A breathtaking smile came over his face, and with a needy, embarrassing whine, I licked the water dripping down his chin. I pressed my lips along the corded muscles of his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Let me wash you.”