Chapter 11
11
KELSIE
I was in the bathroom washing up when I heard the door to the room I was staying in for the night slam open. The sound reverberated through the tiny room like a gunshot as the door hit the wall.
I jumped, a squeak leaving me, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to see him stalk into the room. I was still in the bathroom’s entryway, and Knox stood right inside the bedroom, water dripping from his leather jacket.
His jeans were soaked through, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. The storm outside was relentless, and the steady drumbeat of rain against the roof was loud.
Next, it was the blood that covered him that caught my eye. It was everywhere—on his hands and his clothes… even streaked across his face. It mixed with the rainwater, creating dark but diluted rivulets that ran down his body and pooled by his boots on the hardwood floor.
This was my Knox.
His chest heaved, and his eyes were wild, like a predator who had just made a kill. And I knew he had. I knew he’d killed those men who cornered me. They’d made a mistake—the biggest one of their lives—and now they were gone.
“Knox,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the storm and the pounding of my heart.
He said nothing, but his gaze was locked on mine. God was it intense, unyielding, and it had something primal stirring deep inside me.
“Come here,” he said, his tone brooking no argument, but still, I hesitated.
The air between us crackled with tension. I felt it cover me like a second skin. It was this raw, untamed energy that radiated from him and speared right into the most feminine part of my body.
Knox was dangerous, feral, and I wanted him to fuck me right here. Right now.
I took a step toward him, leaving the bathroom but walking no farther. He reached behind him and slowly, almost silently, closed the bedroom door, engaged the lock, and stood waiting for me to come closer.
The silence that followed was deafening. Knox didn’t move and didn’t say another word. He just stared at me, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, and his arousal pushing against his jeans.
And then, finally, he took a step forward. Then another. And another. Each step was deliberate, measured, like he was stalking me. And he was.
My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming.
“Kelsie,” he said, his voice low, rough like gravel.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Are you hurt?” I didn’t think he was, but there was enough blood I worried he might’ve been.
He shook his head, rainwater flicking from his hair. “No. The blood isn’t mine.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and I shivered at the contact, my eyes wanting to close of their own accord.
Knox’s skin was cold, but his touch sent a wave of heat through me. “You’re safe now. We killed those motherfuckers. We killed them all.”
I nodded, because I couldn’t find the words to respond. My mind was still reeling, still trying to process what I was seeing, what I was feeling, and especially what I was hearing.
I knew what Knox and the MC had set out to do this evening. I knew blood would be spilled and corpses would line the ground. That didn’t bother me. The thought of Knox being put in harm’s way did though.
I could tell his body still hummed with the adrenaline of the fight. And I could feel it too—the way it pulsed off him, the way it made my heart race. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my knees weak, sweat bead between my breasts, and my pussy get juicy.
“Knox—” I started, but he cut me off.
“Don’t talk,” he said, his voice raw, commanding. He stepped closer, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, despite the coldness of his wet clothes. His hands went to my waist, gripping me tightly as he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside of you.”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t gentle and sure as hell wasn’t soft. It was hungry, possessive, and I melted into him instantly, my hands clutching at his cut like they had a mind of their own. And when Knox pressed his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, I moaned at how good he felt and tasted.
I tasted rain and blood, danger and violence. I couldn’t get enough.
His hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding my man tight. Knox carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue fucking me between my lips. When he laid me down, he dropped on top of me, his massive body covering mine.
I could feel the weight of him, his insurmountable strength, and it made me want to be fucked like he’d never fucked me before.
He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged, and looked down at me. “I can’t go slow. I can’t be gentle,” he warned, his voice rough, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine, Kelsie. And I’m going to fuck you in a way that shows you just how much I mean those words.”
I didn’t argue. Couldn’t argue. Because he was right. I was his. I’d always been his.
Knox stood, stripping off his wet clothes, and I lay there and watched, my breath catching in my throat as his big, hard, and muscular body was revealed. Knox was covered in tattoos and scars, a map of the wars he’d fought and won, and he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“Get undressed, baby.”
I stood up, facing Knox, skimming my fingers down my sides. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it. My naked breasts caught on the fabric and held for a split second before popping free, my flesh jiggling. Knox’s gaze turned to fire, and I let the fabric slip over my head and then fall to the floor.
Reaching up, I circled my nipples with my fingertips, gently caressing my skin before grabbing the peaks and tugging them slightly. A jolt of pleasure raced to my pussy, and my inner walls clenched, my cream slipping out of me and coating my lower lips.
A quiet moan escaped from my throat, and Knox flinched slightly, like he was going to tackle me to the bed. But he stood still, watching me like I was his prey and was waiting for the opportune moment to pounce. He rubbed his hand over his dick, massaging the head.
Sliding my hands to my waistband, I turned from Knox, pushing my damp panties and yoga pants down my thighs at the same time. Bending over, I shimmied out of them, presenting my naked ass to him and reaching between my legs, spreading my lips so he could see how drenched I was.
I ran my fingers through my juices, rubbing and stroking my sloppy, wet cunt. Pounding with a pulse of its own, my clit called for attention, so I circled. The greedy little bitch wanted more, so I pinched it, eliciting a gasp from my lips, and a gush of wetness flooded down my inner thighs.
Still bent at my waist, I looked over my shoulder at Knox. He had his dick in his hand, furiously jacking off, eyes laser-focused on my ass, and pre-cum lubing his hand before spilling over onto his knuckles.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste that jizz, hating that it wasn’t being consumed by me.
With all the strength I could gather, I straightened and turned, facing Knox.
In a flash, he was on me again, his mouth, his kisses hard and demanding. He dragged his lips and tongue down my neck, my chest, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands roamed over my body, touching, teasing, and I moaned, my back arching as his fingers found my pussy hole.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my stiff nipples, his voice thick with need. “And it’s all for me. It’ll only ever be for me, isn’t that right?”
I could only nod, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He kissed his way down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin, and then he was there, his mouth on my pussy, his tongue teasing my lips, tasting my clit.
I cried out, my hands tangling in his short, damp hair, as he worked me over witha skill that left me trembling.
“You taste so good. Musky and sweet and mine .” He circled his tongue around my clit and flicked it lightly until I gasped. I couldn’t control my body. My hips bucked as I ground my pussy against his wet, hot mouth.
He groaned, the sound vibrating against my clit, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, making my muscles tighten. I was wet, and more cream slipped out from my cunt and into his greedy, waiting mouth.
Knox moaned as he swallowed. He kept eating me out, driving me higher and higher, his tongue lapping at my clit while his fingers plunged into my pussy.
I was on the edge of coming, teetering right at the precipice and about to fall.
“Knox,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as the first wave of ecstasy hit me.
And the whole time, Knox sucked my juices out of my clenching hole as he used his thumb to run circles around my clit.
When I finally came down, he was moving up my body. His lips pressed to mine, his body caging me in and pressing me into the mattress. I could feel every inch of him, hard and ready, his cock thick and long and hot.
God, he feels so hot.
“Grab it,” he demanded.
I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around his hefty length. He groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand as I stroked his gigantic cock.
“Harder, baby. Wrap those little fingers around my aching cock even harder.”
I did what he said, what he wanted, and squeezed my hand tightly around his dick. He hissed, his hips jerking forward and more into my grip.
“I need you,” he growled, his voice rough, desperate. “Now.”
I nodded, my body still humming from my orgasm. Knox leaned back, and I let go of him, bracing my feet on the mattress and showing him how ready and wet my pussy was.
When he notched his thick cockhead at my little hole, I was prepared. I wanted him to plunge inside and fuck the hell out of me.
But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he shifted, his hands gripping my hips, and I looked up to see his face had sobered.
“Knox?” I breathed, my heart racing.
He looked at me, his eyes dark, intense. “I said I needed to claim you in the way I wanted to. Tell me you want that too.”
“Yes. Please. Fuck me, Knox, pl?—”
“Not what I meant, baby,” he cut me off. “I want to claim all of you. Not just your body. All of you. If you give me that, I promise I’ll never allow another person on this earth to even get near enough to breathe a bad word in your direction. I’ll always keep you safe, Kelsie.” His voice softened further. “Will you give me that? Is that what you want too?”
After a moment of truly digesting what he professed and was asking, I finally nodded, because I did. I wanted him in all ways.
And with my consent hanging between us, Knox didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate. He pushed into me without any gentleness, fully burying himself in my cunt with one quick thrust.
I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate how massive he was. God, I’d never get used to how big his dick was. When he was balls deep in me, I moaned, the sound low, guttural.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. “So fucking perfect.”
He started to move fiercely, slamming into me and shoving himself deep and hard until I whimpered. The feeling was overwhelming. It was pleasure and pain, a delicious mix that had me clutching at the sheets and had my body arching into his.
Sweat dripped off his temples and down his chest as he stared at where his cock was wedged in my pussy. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more forceful, and I cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth suddenly slamming down on mine.
Knox was everywhere all at once. He consumed me. Owned every inch of my body. Now and forever. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he took control… the way he made me his.
The pain was there, mixing with the pleasure until all I could think about was how this was like an out-of-body experience.
“Knox,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back, scoring his skin. “Please.”
“Come for me again, Kelsie baby,” he rumbled, his voice rough, commanding, as he pounded into me, plowing my pussy until all I heard and felt was my sloppy cunt sucking at his cock. Milking him. “Do it. Work for my jizz to fill you up.”
And just like that, by the way he fucked me and by his dirty words, I came for Knox for a second time. My body clenched around him, the pleasure crashing over me in waves as my inner muscles pulled at his length and sucked him dry.
A pleasured cry exploded out of my mouth as I tossed my head back, and my entire body shook with the force of losing control. He groaned, his hips slamming into mine, and then he was orgasming too, coming long and loud until I felt his cock twitch in me and his cum fill my pussy.
After several seconds of him getting off, Knox finally collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside me, his breathing ragged, his immense body trembling. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty, broad back, holding him close. I kissed his shoulder, my lips brushing against his skin before I dragged my tongue over his neck and licked the salt off.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice soft but no less intense. “Mine, Kelsie.”
“Yours,” I agreed, my voice just as soft, just as sure.
Knox was instantly on his back and sat me on top of him until I straddled his waist. “We aren’t done, baby. We are just getting started,” he warned and spanked my ass. “We’re fucking all night.”
I felt his cum drip out of my pussy, so I rose, hovered over his abdomen, and watched as it dripped onto his six-pack. Without thinking, I reached down and rubbed it over his belly, and then I brought my jizz-slickened fingers to my mouth and took a lick.
He grinned, a deep chuckle spilling from him as he spanked my ass again, sending a chill up my spine that hardened my nipples. I met Knox’s molten gaze while I smeared the digits across his lips, and then gently, I pushed them into his mouth, making him suck our combined juices off of me. He twirled his tongue around and over each of my small fingers, lapping up every single drop.
“You’re mine just as much as I’m yours,” I said, wanting him to know my words held meaning too.
His grin was back. “Then prove it. Fuck me, Kelsie.”
And I did just that.