Depravity

Chapter 27 Skylar

SKYLAR

“That makes you perfect. Good. Right.” Heat blazes in Knox’s eyes, that dark determination cutting into me like a second blade. “She wasn’t. She hurt you, over and over throughout the years. There’s nothing wrong with leaving her death behind. With moving forward.”

My shoulders scream. My arms strain. The gashes on my body sting.

But all I care about is Knox.

“You’re right.” A sigh escapes me, jagged and raw. “She doesn’t get another piece of me. Not my pain. Not my soul.”

Crying is pointless. I cry anyway. Stupid tears, they won’t stop.

“Yes,” he says. “You finally see it.”

A strangled sound rips out of me when he steps back.

Panic pushes against my ribs. But then I see what he’s doing. He isn’t leaving.

His bloodied fingers toy with the button of his jeans, abs flexing as he strips down.

My pussy clenches. God, he’s beautiful. Six feet five inches of muscle, carved veins, and violent energy. His cock is hard, throbbing, pulsing in his fist as he strokes himself.

The desire coiling inside me isn’t soft or sweet. It’s a molten pressure. A searing heat.

He’s going to fuck me here, strung up on the hooks.

I hope he won’t be gentle. In fact, I’ll die if he doesn’t rail me like I’m his, until I remember that I’m here, with him.

I need it brutal. I need it real.

I need to feel alive.

“Except it isn’t about being right, Skylar.

” One step. Two. He’s back on me, crowding my space.

Two fingers spear into my pussy without warning.

Our blood slicks me from the inside. “It’s about justice.

About knowing you deserve this, deserve me.

Not just now, but always. She can’t terrorize you anymore.

She’s done controlling you. And so are they. ” His family.

Before I can answer, his fingers sink deeper, curling inside me.

My mouth parts, my breath leaving my lungs at how skilled he is. At how he finds the place no inexperienced man should ever find so easily. Unless that man is Knox, the obsessed predator who never lets me out of his sight.

The pleasure is so intense I can’t stop the sound tearing free from my throat. I scream as I come, as he whispers, “That’s it, let it out.”

And despite this life-altering orgasm, I’m still cut open, raw. There’s so much pain in me. From being Bronwyn’s punching bag. From all the gore I’ve had to bear witness to.

“There’s only you,” I murmur, from the bottom of my heart. “Only you. Help me, Knox.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he answers, like a promise and a threat all at once. Knox rubs me faster. His low groan pushes a gasp out of me. “I’ll give you pain. Give you tenderness. Anything you need. I’ve got you, Trouble. Always.”

He presses his thumb to my clit. The pad is coarse, wet with blood, circling the place I need him most. Demanding another orgasm out of me.

His face hovers close, lips brushing the air I breathe, though he won’t let me kiss him. Every time I lean in, he pulls back, being cruel. Tormenting me, just like I’ve asked him to.

A frustrated growl rises in my throat, heat and fury tangling with need.

He smirks at my desperation.

“Your life. Your tears. Your laughter. The air you breathe. None of that ever belonged to Bronwyn. It wasn’t hers. It isn’t your family’s. You’re mine.”

My soul cracks open for him. I take in his love, his protectiveness. “Yours.”

“So no, you’re not sick or bad. You’re fine.” He adds a third finger into me, stretching me impossibly wider. Owning me from the inside out. “Better than fine. You’re mine.”

His words barely land with how rough he’s taking me. Knox’s fingers drive me wild. My toes curl tight, vision hazy.

Every vicious stroke shoves me closer, fear coiling low in my stomach.

My next orgasm isn’t a release. It happens so fast that—fuck—it hurts.

My climax rips through me, searing up my chest. Electricity blazes through every nerve.

It’s everything I’ve begged him for. Devastation. Calamity. Hell.

I’m trembling, overheated, completely undone.

My conscious thoughts splinter apart, leaving nothing but hunger for him, an ache so raw it steals my breath. Even blinking feels impossible.

He calls me back to him, to reality, with an arm hooking tight around my back. His lips lock on mine, his tongue licking away the pain.

The wider I open my mouth to him, the more feral his groans become.

“Such a good girl.” He shifts his hand from my back, manhandling my legs higher until they wrap tight around him.

Our breaths mingle, both of us delirious with the same ache—for our bodies to find each other. To be ruined together.

Knox lines his cock up with my pussy, his pulsing head pressing against my overstimulated entrance. I’m so sensitive that touch alone sends another aftershock rippling through me.

He soothes me, sliding his lips along my jaw. Going lower, he kisses and nips at the side of my neck.

The sensation overwhelms me, dragging tears from my eyes.

I’ve never been loved like this. Hot, claiming, primal.

And I’ve never loved anyone, not another man, not the way I love Knox.

I have to tell him. He has to know. “Knox, I love you. I love you.”

His head jerks up, jaw locking tight.

I blink at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Skylar.” Heat flashes across his face, raw and consuming. “What did you just say?”

A crazy, watery laugh escapes me. “I love you.”

When my desire becomes unbearable, I tilt my hips forward, thighs squeezing tight.

The plea is there in every movement. Please, please, please.

Knox doesn’t let me have him. His jaw clenches. “Again, Skylar.”

“I. Love. You.”

“Fuck, I love you too.” He doesn’t finish the sentence before slamming into me.

I’ll never get used to how big he is. I’ll spend a lifetime trying to accommodate his size.

I’ll savor every second of it, like I’m doing now.

Breathing through the sting, the stretch, I take him.

He’s relentless, pounding me while his teeth sink into my shoulder. My heart expands, back arching.

I’m hot for this man who rips me in half. I’ll do anything to get closer to him. To be one with him.

The hook rattles, fighting to stay bolted to the ceiling. Knox rails me as though he’s challenging the hook to see who loves me more.

Who gets to keep me.

“Yes, Skylar. Can’t”—thrust—“get enough of you.”

My heart swells in my chest, sending delightful warmth throughout me.

He won’t ever let me go.

“I’ve never”—my sentence breaks on a gasp—“never loved anything the way I love you. I would’ve given my life for you.”

“I know.” Knox kisses me, biting at my lip. “But don’t ever say that again.” He goes as hard, as deep as he can, thickening inside me. I feel him in my stomach. “I won’t let you. You need to put yourself first. Always. Always.”

His hips slap mine, hurting me. Owning me.

I use my heels to pin him to me. “No.”

“Yes.”

Oh. Oh. Another orgasm is unfurling inside me.

His groin grazes my clit with every thrust. I’m overwhelmed by the pleasure he gives me. By the look in his eyes that says I’m the only one.

“I don’t want a life without you in it, Knox.”

Something about the words, the way I say them, hits Knox straight in the chest. He lets out a feral grunt before pulling on my hair and exposing my neck to him.

“Me neither. Jesus. Fuck. Skylar. Come all over my cock. Make me feel better. Make me feel you.” He sucks on my throat, bruising me, leaving his mark on both my skin and my soul. “So good. So. Good. Need to fill you up with babies.”

Even his dirty talk is a form of worship. The way he pounds into me, the way he yanks my hair until my scalp burns, that’s his body being brutal, telling me how much he wants me.

I’m equally lost in him. He drives me higher, higher, higher. I’m flying, weightless. And still, somehow, he anchors me.

This man. This savage.

My savior.

“So close.” My voice comes out clipped. Every brutal jerk of his hips steals the air from my lungs. “Please.”

His gaze cuts to mine, eyes so dark they’re almost black. He looks ravenous, his hunger making my head spin.

“Need my help, Trouble? Need me to say dirty things to my dirty girl? Fine by me,” he growls, low and vicious. “Come for me, Skylar. Or I’ll make sure you never forget what happens when you disobey.”

He slams into me harder, his cock tearing me open. Pain and pleasure tangle into one sweet torture that should’ve been the end of me.

Except I’m not dying. I’m coming, and it’s sharp enough to slice through me. Knox’s love is a blade, a force, a cut so deep I fear I’ll never recover.

White-hot light explodes behind my eyes. My muscles clamp, dragging him deeper even as the aftershocks burn through me.

And in the middle of that earthquake, I see him.

Hazel eyes. Flared nostrils.

My unrelenting, claiming Knox.

“Good fucking girl.” His groan rumbles through me. “That’s my girl. So tight, so perfect. Begging for my cock like that. Fuck, I need your belly full of our babies. Nothing else will ever be enough. Nothing. I want you. I—”

The words die on his tongue the moment he comes. He’s so fucking feral, growling as he spills his hot cum inside me. I’m trembling from my orgasm, while he keeps pumping me full of his seed, not wasting a single drop.

When he finally pulls out, his breath ragged, gravity takes over. My body goes limp, exhaustion dragging me down.

If not for the rope and Knox’s arms around me, I’d drop to the floor.

“I’m here.” Knox yanks me even tighter to him, then uses one of his hands to work the rope loose. My arms fall around his neck, and our eyes lock. “You’re mine. I’ve got you.”

My mouth tingles as I try so hard to tell him Yes, I’m yours.

Impossible. The words are trapped in my throat. The adrenaline that kept me going dissolves, leaving me hollow and shaking.

I’m crashing. Hard.

My lips won’t work. My voice is gone. Shock steals it from me, steals everything but the trembling.

My knees buckle, but Knox holds me upright while my body caves in, silent sobs choking me.

All the fear, these emotions, they burst all at once.

I’m unraveling, coming apart at the seams.

Gone, gone, gone.

“Skylar.”

Through blurred vision, my heart latches onto Knox’s voice. I can’t speak.

“Trouble.” His movements turn frantic as he lowers me onto the blankets. His hands are everywhere, desperate to anchor me. “Talk to me.”

Wish I could. But the crying won’t stop. Ugly, jagged sobs pour out of me.

Knox straddles me, shielding me. His lips brush over my cheeks, my mouth, my temples.

Nothing works. Nothing stops my soul from free-falling.

“Talk to me. Please.” His voice is low, frantic.

I hate seeing him like this, so tense because of me.

That’s why I try to explain, murmuring, “N-No. Just…need time. It’ll pass.”

“You think I’m going to wait it out?” His eyebrows shoot down.

One second, he’s there, and the next, he’s gone, stalking off to the table. Even in my current state, I appreciate his lean legs. It shouldn’t happen, my crying harder because I think his toned muscles are hot.

He empties a bottle of water over his cock, over his open wounds. Once finished, he throws it aside, grabs another, and comes back to me.

“A blanket,” I whisper. Complete sentences like, I need it to ground me, to calm me, are beyond me. “Tea.”

“Fuck that. I’ll fix you.” He lowers himself beside me. “I’ll make it better.”

“Tea,” I whisper again, blinking up at him when he kneels next to me. “Blanket.”

“I said no.” His refusal crashes over me.

My tears spill faster, soaking my temples, my cheeks, my hair. Panic coils tight.

What’s he going to do to me?

Knox doesn’t leave me wondering for long. He splashes water over his hands, swiping sweat from my face. Cleaning my cuts, being gentle as he twists my body.

Then, he flips me onto my stomach, sliding me between his legs. I clutch his thighs, lifting myself an inch off the ground.

Staring up at him.

“You don’t need tea.” One shake of his head. A scowl twists his beautiful features. “You don’t need a blanket. You need me. Only me.”

I don’t understand what he’s saying. Even less so when his hand fists the base of his half-hard cock.

He angles himself toward my mouth, one hand tangling in my hair while his legs brace me tight.

“No. Not a blowjob,” I murmur, confused and hollow.

I just want to sink into the moment, to sleep, to collapse.

Why can’t he wait?

“Not a blowjob.” His tug on my hair centers me.

Pain is his way of bringing me back to him, and it works, every fucking time. I’m more myself than I was a second ago.

“You’re lost. That’s why you’re shaking and crying.

Listen.” He bites the edge of his lip, messy hair falling over his brow as he bends toward me.

“You’re strong. You’re clever. Resourceful as hell.

But you’re mine. When I’m here, you don’t have to carry the pain by yourself.

You don’t need water or a blanket. Just focus on me. Only me.”

The head of his cock presses against my lips, and before I can think better of it, I let him in, taking him in my mouth.

He fills me and—

Ah. So nice. I get it now, what he’s doing.

There’s nothing sexual about it, just as he promised. It’s possession; it’s Knox tethering me to him. To safety.

Knox doesn’t care that my teeth graze his length when they chatter. He doesn’t scold me or readjust me.

He’s my rock. My home.

The longer he stays inside, the easier it is to breathe.

The comforting weight of his cock in my mouth and his addictive attention are better than any sedative a hospital could’ve prescribed to me.

With my lips pressed to his groin, I’m no longer shivering. I’m…calmer. Better.

So much so that my crying slows to a stop. My bones don’t feel breakable.

“Good, Skylar.” He’s choked up, his dick hardening. But despite his growing need, he makes no move to fuck my mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”

In fact, he does more than deny himself pleasure. He looks for more ways to ground me in this moment.

I purr as he leans in to tie my wrists behind my back. As he lowers my eyelids.

In the absence of control over my body, it’s easier to give in. To let him take care of me.

His fingers thread through my hair, combing it. Stroking it.

Heat courses through my body at his gentle devotion, and goosebumps prickle my skin.

I’m so into this moment, into him, that I seek more comfort. More of my Knox.

I squeeze my lips around his length and suck, humming at how right it feels.

His breath hitches. His body that’s been my fortress up until now, shudders.

“Take what you need from me. Only me, Trouble.” Salty precum trickles onto my tongue, his cock pulsing inside me. “Only—fuck. Fuuuck.”

Knox’s sudden orgasm surprises both of us. I don’t let up, licking him, sucking him dry. Thanking him with my lips. My throat, my tongue.

I’ll thank him every day and every night for the rest of my life.