Page 6 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

He growled—a sound not entirely human—and spun her in one swift, fluid movement. Her chest hit the counter, cool marble kissing overheated skin. His hand flattened between her shoulder blades, holding her down.

Darius pressed into her from behind, the hard line of his cock grinding through layers of clothing. He was already aching for her, and Serenity bit her lip, hard, to keep from moaning.

She didn’t resist. Couldn’t.

He bent low, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You hate this,” he murmured, almost gently.

“Yes,” she whispered, heart thundering.

But she was already dripping. Already open. Her body betrayed her in the worst way—eager, wanting, weak.

He didn’t bother stripping her. Didn't take his time this round. Just shoved her legs apart with a knee and yanked open his trousers.

And then?—

He was inside her.

One brutal, breath-stealing thrust.

Serenity gasped, arching like a bowstring beneath him. His cock filled her like it was molded for her—thick, veined, stretching her wide, hitting deep.

She wanted to scream from howrightit felt. From how much she hated that it did.

He moved, slow at first. Like he wanted to savor it. Like he was punishing her with every delicious drag and push. Her fingers curled over the island edge, her body tight with tension.

“You hate this,” he said again, and this time, she could barely answer.

Because she did.

She hated how her Omega instincts clawed through her defenses, demanding more. Demandinghim.

Her whole life, her status had been a curse. A leash used to bind her to expectations, to weakness. Something to use against her. She was a strategist. A leader. Not this needy, achingthing.

And yet?—

When his knot bumped against her folds, pressing insistently like a promise he would never fulfill?—

She whimpered.

Not because she wanted the knot.

But because henevergave it to her.

He grunted, teeth dragging along the slope of her neck, his hips snapping harder, faster, until her thighs trembled. Her body arched back into him instinctively, slick and clenching, needing and desperate.

She shouldn’t crave it. Shouldn’t crave him. But Darius always knew how to make her forget her own name.

“Say it,” he growled into her skin, rhythm deep and bruising. “Say you want this.”

“I want—” Her voice shattered when he angled just right, hitting the spot that made her world go silent.

But she bit it back.

“I hate you,” she whispered instead.

And that was the truth. A terrible, tangled truth.

But so was the way her body lit up for him. How her heart stuttered when his mouth found her shoulder andkissedher there—reverent, almost tender.

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