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“Are you fucking deaf, Knox?” she fumes, and the tiny bit of bite is back.

“Show me first,” I say.

And defiance shines in her eyes. A slight twitch in her lips. “Make me,” she grits.

My cock hardens. “Oh, daring little thing.”

The bit of defiance fades and realization hits her. But’s it’s too late.

Once you’ve invited the monster in, there’s no getting rid of it.

“Knox, no,” she says carefully as she inches back, and I grab her wrist, pulling her arms to her sides to watch how the moonlight grazes over her bare breasts.

My initials stare back at me, calling me.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m going to have so much fun.”

She moves her legs from under her, trying to kick at me, but I can’t stop the laugh as I crawl over her, my body burying hers, and it doesn’t matter what she tries, there’s no escape.

“Knox!” she screams and thrashes beneath me, but it only hardens me further.

“Are you going to run, Hope?” That question makes her pause, and I lean up to peel my top from me and remove the loose-fitted shorts.

And she does precisely what she needs. She runs.

She bolts for the door, gliding over the wooden floor. But as she fumbles with the lock, I grip her hip and press her against the door with my body. The flowery smell of her hair washes over me as I push my nose into the soft strands.

“Hmm, you weren’t lying that you weren’t naked,” I hum. “Nice G-string.”

I hook my finger under the flimsy fabric and pull it to the side. She keeps moving, and my hold becomes rougher until she whimpers in pain, her legs going limp as I thrust my finger inside her.

“No, you definitely don’t want this,” I joke as I pull my finger out and force it inside her mouth. “Taste how wet you are, sweetheart.”

She clenches her lips shut, but with some prying and pinching of her cheeks, she opens up.

She bites down as I enter, pain simmering into pleasure deep within me. “Yes, hurt me. Harder!”

Her tongue curves around my finger. I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or if she’s trying to speak, but it makes my cock throb all the same. Fuck, I need to be inside her. I need her to feel me, feel how much she belongs to me.

With my one hand on her jaw, my finger in her tight mouth, I push her hips back with my other hand, just enough for my cock to line against her pussy.

“Please, sweetheart, do scream for me,” I taunt and thrust inside her.

Her jaw loosens as a cry breaks free.

“Stop it, please,” she whimpers, and I pull out a bit, leaving only the head in.

“Never,” I grit and thrust hard inside. Another whimper, another shake of her head. But I feel it. How her pussy clenches around my cock, begging me to do more, fuck her until she can’t even move.

And I do. I’m relentless with her body, taking what I want.

I step back, pulling her hips with me, giving me the needed space to fully take her.

Her back arches, and I press my palm in the bend, watching her beautiful body contort just for me. She’s a damn work of art.

She holds herself up against the door, panting, whimpering as her pussy tightens its grip around my cock.

I thrust through the tightness as my hand snakes up her spine and tangles in her raven black hair.

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