Chapter 29 Knox
KNOX
Sweet, hurt Skylar reaches up for me again.
Her fingers brush over my jaw, cheek, temples.
Everywhere she touches is raw. Every inch of me is cracked open, bleeding.
I slept while another man had his hands on her.
The guilt digs deeper than anything ever has. Tears me apart limb by limb.
I was supposed to protect her. Should never have forgotten to barricade us down here.
The flashbacks raise bile in my throat.
I only realize that I’m breathing hard when Skylar tries to soothe me with her hand pressed to my bare chest.
“Shh,” she whispers, her brow creasing. “I told you, it’s okay.”
Her? Worried about me?
After what she’s been through?
Unacceptable.
She should be screaming at me. Punching me. Telling me I ruined what we’ve had before it even started.
Hell, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she told me to go fuck myself. She deserves better. A man who’d keep her in a secure home. Who’d install locks on all the doors, all the windows.
He’d have alarms up to protect me, she could say.
She could do anything other than leave me, and she’d be right.
I’d fucking deserve it.
But she isn’t saying any of that. Isn’t hitting me either.
She’s quiet, the corners of her green eyes crinkling. Compassion rolls off her in waves.
She tries.
Thing is, her attempts to calm me aren’t soothing my guilty conscience at fucking all.
What they do is smother me with more blame. Bury me under heaps of regret.
My heart pumps blood through my body faster than ever. The beating of it is loud and aggressive, my pulse deafening.
“I was thinking…” she starts. At least one of us is capable of it. Thinking. My brain’s a mess. “Now that Jett’s out of the picture, maybe we could leave?”
Technically, we could. Easily. Papa wouldn’t be able to haul ass after us the way Jett did. Last time he rode the bike was… I can’t remember when it happened, that’s how long ago it was.
Still, I can’t leave Colbert just yet.
My heart and cock refuse to let me go any-fucking-where before I mark Skylar’s last untouched hole with my cum.
“Later. Gotta fuck you first.” My hand’s already on my jeans, yanking the button loose. I shove them down my legs and step out of them. “Gotta take you. Then we’ll get far away from here.”
“You could fuck me on the road.” She gasps when I pick her up and plant her in the bath. I flip her and press her cheek against the wall. “Knox, you’re hurting me.”
“Need to fix this.” I hold her by her throat, pinned and helpless and mine. “Can’t drive like this. With him still all over you.”
No anger or accusation flashes over her profile. She gasps, so soft it sounds like a moan. Deep down, she wants it too.
“You’re going to have me.” I take the handheld showerhead and spray warm water over us both.
I soak her hair, her bandage. The cuts I never got to tend to, because my emotions were everywhere.
“Okay. Okay.” God, she’s beautiful. Wet, panting. Her flushed cheek is a challenge for me to make her even redder. “Take what you need from me. Clean me. Own me.”
Resolution is evident in the set of her jaw. She flays me with her gleaming green eyes.
Her hands wait for me, gripping the wall, bracing for impact.
Small as Skylar is, she’s powerful.
Take what you need from me.
Oh, I’m about to.
“Bold little one.” Can’t help it, I smack her ass with the showerhead.
More water splashes on both of us. Her body jolts, waking the predator in me.
The second slap leaves an angry crimson mark on her flesh, right above the cuts I put there earlier.
My marks. My claim on her.
Nothing’s ever felt more primitive, more right, than branding Skylar.
I’m obsessed with her. Her body. Her soul. Her feral gaze.
All of her belongs to me.
Soon, our children will be another chapter in our story. They, like our love, will bind us together forever.
“I wasn’t there for you.” Slap. “When it mattered. When you needed me.” Slap, slap, slap. “I messed up.”
“You know what? Yes, you did. You hurt me. I was vulnerable because of you. I was assaulted because of you,” she says, giving me the words she knows I need. She doesn’t mean them, I can hear it in her voice. But I’ll take the false accusations anyway. At least it’s something. “Fix this.”
“No one’s taking you from me.” The more I spank her, the redder she gets. One of her cuts opens, and a thin trickle of blood laces with the water. My cock throbs, balls pulled tight.
I. Want. Her.
“No one,” she cries out.
Every inch of her ass has me written all over it, and yet that’s not enough.
Besides, I didn’t bring her here to spank her.
We’re here for one reason, and one reason only.
Sex. The painful kind that’d cleanse us both.
For that to happen, I put the showerhead back in its place.
“That’s right. I’m your first. Your only one.” I kick her legs apart, grabbing her by the hip and angling her ass higher. “Always. Say it.”
“Always.” She’s sobbing, her asshole clenching in fear.
My hunger is hot in my chest. My tongue runs over the upper row of my teeth.
Then my fingers dig deep into the flesh of her hips, no doubt leaving bruises.
“You gave me that pretty mouth.” I’m a possessive beast, needing to remind her that every virgin hole of hers was mine to take. “Didn’t you, Skylar?” My gaze drops to her lips as I release her throat, as I thread my hand into her hair and tug. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Skylar pants, tempting me with this simple word.
Dammit. She’s so beautiful. Those parted lips, they’re swollen and mine. I tilt her head, then slam my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans.
She kisses me back, her tongue darting out to meet mine. It feels like our mouths are mating, feral and desperate.
There’s nothing rehearsed about what we’re doing. Doesn’t matter. It feels right.
We’re two lovers. Two savages.
We’re us.
I rock my hips into her, my cock sliding between her thighs where she’s wet.
That’s not the water from the shower. She’s fucking soaked for me.
“Your pussy, that’s another virgin hole you let me have first. That you’d been saving for me.”
“Yes.”
Driven by my desires, I grab the showerhead again, shifting it to the front of her body and directing the spray at her clit.
The clenching of her thighs lets me know how good it is for her.
When she pushes her ass back, she’s begging for me.
Even after Jett touched her. Even after he did his best to ruin her.
Skylar needs me to fuck her as if my dick and heart could eviscerate the sins of my brother. I won’t rest until they do.
“Good girl.” Aching to have both hands on her, I toss the showerhead aside for good. One hand rubs her clit, making her squirm and moan. The other is locked tight on her hip. “And you’re gonna keep being good for me.”
One rough thrust and I’m buried to the hilt in her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I curse, pulsating inside her.
Her clit swells beneath my finger. Her lips shape my name like a prayer. A plea.
“You’re gonna come all over me.”
I pound into Skylar, forcing her body to relax before I take her ass. I’ll use lube too, the bottle I have under the sink.
The bottle I bought for personal use.
“Going to be my filthy girl who wants my fat dick up her ass.”
“I’m not—” she gasps when I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to leave another mark. “I’m not ready.”
“Yeah, you are.” I rut faster, groaning at how good her tight channel feels. How it stretches to take me. “I need you to relax. Don’t wanna—fuck—hurt you.”
At that, she unravels for me, coming all over my cock like the good girl she is.
I give myself a few seconds to ride her orgasm out with her. Rail her harder, deeper than I ever have.
I’m addicted. To this. To her. To this pussy that’s squeezing me like she’s just as possessed as I am. Like she’ll never let me go.
I’ll die if she does.
“I trust you. I love you,” she whispers, limp in my arms.
“I love you too.” My voice is hoarse. Full of need.
But still, she’s scared. She clenches her thighs, whimpering, putting up a fight. Instantly, I stop myself.
I won’t tear through her ass. Won’t make her bleed.
I let go of her hair and reach for the lube, twisting the cap with one hand. The cool slick coats my fingers, my cock.
Then I guide both her hands to the wall and grab a fistful of her ass, being rough about it, grounding her while I fist my cock.
“Shh.” My skin strains over muscles drawn taut with restraint.
“I—ow.” She’s breathless, leaning toward the wall, away from me. “Please, stop.”
“Can’t.” I’m too far gone to walk away from this, but dammit, I don’t want to hurt her. She needs to let me in. “Relax. You’re gonna take it. It’s coming, Skylar. Stop resisting.”
I push the throbbing, lubed head of me past her rim.
“No!” She squeezes with everything she has, nearly cutting my dick off.
“Relax, Skylar. You can take it.”
“Stings.” But her body language has changed. Her ass tilts a little higher, hips rolling back and forth. “Burns.”
“You trust me to make it better, Trouble?” We both groan as another inch slips into her ass. As I squeeze more lube on my cock before tossing the bottle to the side. “Do you?”
“Y-Yes.” Her knuckles are white against the tiles of my bathroom. “Just…don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“Someone else did.” I sink deeper into her. Fuck, she’s tight. Fuck, she’s mine. “I’m not him.” My voice is thick with want. “Gonna make it good for you.”
“Ow, ow. Knox.” She’s close to breaking down, yet she still finds the strength to lock her gaze on mine. The glint in her green eyes will haunt me until the day I die. “I-I know you will. Please. You said you’d make it better. I’m begging you.”
“I will.” No more waiting. No more restraint.
Not when she begs like that. Not when every one of my nerve endings has centered on my cock. When I’ve turned into a greedy bastard who can’t survive without her.
So I do it and…
Fuck. Me.
Burying myself to the hilt in her ass is heaven. Her small body clings to me, molten heat pulling me deeper, tighter.
But it’s her scream—the broken sobs tearing out of her throat—that has me the hardest I’ve ever been.
“Hurts…oh. Oh, it—”
I clamp a hand over her mouth before she can finish, pressing her cheek harder into the wall.
“Your pain is mine.” I drag myself out of her. Once I see she isn’t bleeding, I spit on my cock, then drive into her with everything I am. “Your ass is mine. You’re mine.”
Our bodies meet, each slap angry, echoing through the bathroom. She sobs harder, eyes brimming with equal parts hate and love for me.
I don’t slow down. Don’t give her an ounce of reprieve.
This is who I am. The good, the bad, the way out of control.
Hers.
“You’re mine, Skylar. You’re strong.” I seethe, slipping a hand between her thighs. Into her soaking cunt and back up to her clit. “You’re beautiful. Goddamn perfect. You can take it, can’t you?”
She blinks once, silently telling me yes.
“That’s it.” My lips brush over her shoulder when her ass relaxes for me. My mouth is soft while the rest of me is harsh and unforgiving. Thrust after thrust, I drive both of us further toward the edge. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful, letting me fuck your tight hole.”
“More,” she whimpers. “More.”
I don’t need her to explain. I already know what she’s asking for.
When our bond runs this deep, words mean nothing.
“More? Like this?” My hand slides to her throat, choking her. Just a little.
I haul her back against my chest, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Ah, yes.” Her blown pupils and flushed cheeks are the answer she won’t give me. “You need more pain than my fat cock pounding your ass.”
“You. I want you.”
“You have me. You’re going to have my cum too.” I rub her faster, our bodies slapping with each thrust. “Come, and I’ll empty myself in your ass, Skylar.”
She pulses around me almost immediately. Her orgasm is explosive. It’s unlike any of the others, not even close.
Skylar gasps. She’s clenching and unclenching, sucking in air.
I bite down on my lip to silence my feral groan as I spill my seed inside of her.
Once I’m spent and settled and able to think straight, I fold her into my arms. Kissing the top of her head, I murmur sweet and filthy nothings that make her sigh and lean into me.
“Knox.” She’s lost, her gaze desperately searching for mine, though I’m right here. “I’m—I’m going to pass out.”
“Let go, Trouble. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”