Page 132 of Captive Souls

“How did you do it?”

I tilted my head at his request, asked in a guttural tone.

He stopped rubbing at my pause, stopped delving into my arousal, no longer coating me with it and blood.

“How did you do it, Petal?” he repeated, teeth grazing my lip.

“I-I ruptured h-his artery.”

Knox’s hand resumed its stroking.

“Which one?”

My eyes were in danger of rolling to the back of my head from this sordid, forbidden, depraved conversation happening in tandem with this overt and delicious sexual act. And I liked it.

“Femoral,” I gasped, my pleasure building, the edge rapidly approaching.

Knox didn’t stop his vicious assault, didn’t take his gaze from mine, yet he slowed his circles, stealing my imminent climax.

“So you had to get close,” he deduced, his words smoke and iron.

I nodded.

“Where were you?” He leaned forward, inhaling my neck, lips grazing the skin.

Even through my haze of feral desire, I knew answering this question was dangerous. Knox was thirsty for information that had the power to unravel him. But also, if I wasn’t mistaken, it was turning him on. A whole lot. I’d never felt such unrestrained, wild hunger from him before.

And that was truly saying something.

“On my knees,” I whispered, barely audible, terrified my answer would make him stop. Make him angry enough to punish me with no release to this almost painful buildup of tension.

He pulled back, jaw marble, nostrils flaring, eyes pits of wantonness. “You brought down one of the most powerful men in the country … on your knees.”.

Pursing my lips, I nodded.

His lips stretched into a large and wicked smile. He lifted his hand to cup my jaw with his large hand.

Then his fingers were no longer working my soaked clit. One of my legs was hitched around his waist, his hand expertly freeing his cock before sending it thrusting into me in one brutal blow. My head would’ve thrown back to hit the wall in pleasure if he didn’t have such a tight hold over me.

Our gazes remained intertwined as he plunged in hard.

“My good girl,” he grunted. “My good fucking girl.”

My world exploded on the next thrust, from the praise, from the expert angle, the pent-up frustration.

All I knew for certain was that against that wall, covered in blood from the inside out, we had the most life-shattering sex I’d ever had in my life

Elizabeth was right.

Humanity was overrated.

Twenty-Four

Piper

After I was showered and changed—with Knox leaning against the sink in the bathroom watching, never taking his eyes off me, as promised—we left the ‘safe house.’

Lukyan and Elizabeth were long gone, unsurprisingly since he and Knox had exchanged death threats. It was also good that they left so they hadn’t heard our loud lovemaking—if it could be called that. But I felt sad that I couldn’t express my gratitude to them both.

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