Chapter Eleven #2
“Have you ever thought about what you’d like to have? Something that would make you happy?”
My gaze returned to his. His pupils pierced into me, waiting for my answer, as if it truly mattered to him.
His question made me think, because honestly, I’d never really considered it before. I closed my eyes for a split second, then opened them as my lips parted, letting words from the deepest part of my heart escape.
“I don’t pretend to dream of more than I know I could ever have.
I don’t want to wish for something extravagant or unrealistic, because I know I don’t have enough time to get everything I might truly want.
But before the end, I’d like to get a tattoo, right here,” I said, running my hand over my right shoulder. “A crown of flowers.”
He gave me a curious look. “Why?”
“Because a tattoo is immortal. Even if I leave this world, it’ll stay etched on my skin. I’ll take it with me. And the thing I want to carry with me, even beyond death, is flowers.”
He looked even more intrigued.
“I was born to serve my family’s interests, and even after it was destroyed, others still decided my fate by marrying me off to a man who didn’t love me.
Flowers are the only thing I truly have for myself.
Since I was a child, I’ve loved growing them.
Watching them bloom fills me with pride.
I have control over something. I want them close to me, on me, whether in my hair or on my skin.
I’d like to keep at least that,” I said, my voice slightly trembling.
He ran his fingers over the patch of skin where I wanted my tattoo, caressing it gently.
“A crown of flowers with a K in the middle,” he said, kissing my shoulder. “K for my name.” He pressed another kiss to my skin. “Or… maybe for the man you call when I’m buried deep inside you.”
I froze. His words caused a lump in my throat because the idea of marking myself with Konflict’s initial hurt more than I could bear. Uncontrollable tears slid down my cheeks, and Knox quickly reached up to wipe them away.
I hated feeling like that, so I pushed myself up, wiping the tears from my face before he could say another word.
I never should have let myself open up to him like that.
I’d been too vulnerable and let things I shouldn’t have slip.
I realized that Knox likely already knew too much about me.
Everyone in Emberwick knows the heads of the Big Six families.
I had no doubt Knox must have figured out who I was, the moment I called him Konflict.
Looking him dead in the eye, I tried to warn him.
“I know the name you want me to call you isn’t a stranger to you.
My husband could have you and your whole family killed in a second if he found out who I was with.
If you want to survive, never mention this conversation or that name to anyone.
Ever. For your own sake.” My voice was cold steel now, and I pulled free from his arms, heading for the bathroom.
At the door, I heard him call after me. “Venus?”
I stopped and turned back, heart heavy.
“Would you want your husband to fuck you?” he asked, voice unreadable.
I let out a bitter laugh. “What’s the point of wanting something that’s never going to happen?
He’ll never touch me, and I stopped hoping for it a long time ago.
If he’d ever cared enough to see who I was, to ask what I liked, maybe there’d be something besides hate between us.
But it’s too late for that now. I don’t have the strength to hope anymore. I learned to hate him too.”
My heart thudded as I closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet, emptying my bladder, careful not to lose the butt plug still inside me.
It felt strange to move with it, but I found I liked the sensation.
I stepped into the shower, washed up and dried off, before wrapping a towel around my waist and heading back into the bedroom.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to a cart stacked with little pastries.
Knox stood up and came toward me. I tilted my chin, meeting his gaze, and his hand slid up to my neck, gripping me the way only he knew how—solid, but never rough.
I loved the way he held me like I was already his.
He pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me, deep and hungry, with a gentleness that wrecked me all over again.
“Eat something while I go get cleaned up. You need your strength, because when I come back, I’m taking that sweet voice of yours and making you scream for me.
” His words were dark and full of promise.
He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me standing there, breathless and aching for more, but he was right—I needed to eat.
My stomach growled as I grabbed a Nanaimo bar, biting through the thin chocolate glaze, letting the sugar and cream beneath it settle me while I listened to the water running behind the bathroom door.
I was halfway through another bite when my eyes landed on Knox striding out of the bathroom, completely naked, dick hard and heavy.
His gaze locked on me, already deciding how the rest of the night would go.
I swallowed hard, jaw tight, every inch of me drawn to him.
He was a fucking masterpiece, body cut and muscled.
His complexion was a perfect blend of deep brown and burnt copper, gleaming under the low light.
His tattoos made me want to trace them with my tongue.
All I could think about was having him in my mouth, in my pussy, everywhere. My clit throbbed just watching him. I knew I was ruined and there was no going back from this.
“Back down on that bed and open your legs wide,” he ordered, staring me down.
I barely remembered dropping the pastry before I moved to the center of the bed, spreading my legs wide. Every nerve in my body was buzzing with anticipation. He started stroking his dick as he came over, my hunger for him building until I could hardly breathe.
“I wanna taste it,” I whispered, voice rough with need.
He grabbed a Nanaimo bar from the cart, then spread my legs wider, smearing the melted chocolate from my pussy all the way down to my ass, over the butt plug. The cold hit me first, sending a shiver racing up my spine.
“When it comes to eating while fucking, baby, I don’t do ‘ladies first.’ I eat pussy ‘til I’m full, because I need you dripping for me.
When I’m done drinking all your juices, maybe I’ll let you suck my dick, only if this pussy isn’t too hungry to be filled up.
” He kissed the corner of my mouth, his breath warm.
“Your pleasure is always first, Venus. I don’t give a fuck about anything else. ”
Then he went down on me, his lips and tongue feasting on the chocolate and my skin, making me moan before he ever touched my clit.
His tongue was thorough, licking and swirling over my lips, moving up to my clit, then down, making sure not a single taste was left behind.
Instinctively, my hands gripped his head, trying to pull him deeper, my hips rolling up to meet his mouth.
“Shit...” I gasped, feeling the pressure coil tighter in my belly, knowing I was already close to coming undone again.
He lifted my legs and went lower, spreading my ass to get his tongue right between my cheeks, licking around the plug, circling, teasing until I was breathless.
Then he slid to the entrance of my pussy, licking and sucking, drawing wild sounds from my throat.
His teeth grazed the inside of my thighs, then his mouth latched onto my clit while his fingers slipped inside me, thick and deep, moving in and out, working me open.
“This pussy’s sweet as fuck, baby. Can you feed me?
” he asked, voice rough, picking up the pace with his fingers until I was grinding into his face.
His hands moved down to twist and nudge the butt plug, making me squirm and moan.
His mouth stayed on my clit, tongue flicking fast, mouth sucking hard, fingers thrusting into me.
“OMG!” I screamed, the sensation so intense I could barely breathe. He was everywhere at once—fucking me with his fingers, eating my ass, sucking my clit all at the same time. I felt my whole body tighten and then break loose, juices pouring out of me as I came hard, no control, no stopping it.
“Yes... give it to me,” he growled, pulling his fingers out only to plunge his tongue inside me, licking me clean, swallowing every drop. By the time he finished, I was breathless, my mind wiped clean.
He rose up, eyes locked on me, dark and hungry, while I was still trying to catch my breath. He grabbed another pastry—a cream tart—took his dick and pushed it right into the dessert, smearing sweet cream all over his shaft. Watching him like that, so filthy, so nasty, made my mouth water.
“Knox, let me eat it,” I begged, my voice desperate.
He slapped his dick between my legs, tapping my clit with the cream-covered tip, leaving streaks of sweetness everywhere. His other hand came down on my ass, smacking hard enough to make me gasp.
“How many times I gotta remind you what to call me? You’re stubborn as hell, Venus,” he growled, slapping my clit with his dick as he spanked my ass again.
“Fuck... Konflict... please,” I whimpered, needing him more than I could stand.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again, baby,” he said, eyes cold and jaw tight.
Then he climbed onto the bed, surprising me with how quick and sure he moved. With his dick rock hard, he grabbed my waist and pulled me up to him.
“You can eat now. But put that wet pussy on my face and ride me like you’re trying to kill me. If I’m not choking for air, don’t you dare let this pussy leave my mouth.”