Page 119 of Shots & Echoes

The accusation hung heavy in the air between us, and for a moment, I saw it—the flash of pain in his eyes before it disappeared behind a mask of possession.

“Is that what this is, Knox? Just sex? Just some power trip because you’re pissed your career is over?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. The truth hurt both of us; I felt it pulse in the silence that followed.

He didn’t respond right away; instead, he stepped even closer until there was barely any space left between us. The heat radiating off him made my skin tingle with an uncomfortable mix of desire and fear.

“Do you really think this is just sex?” he finally asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I opened my mouth to respond but faltered under the weight of his gaze. Something deep inside me twisted—a part of me that wanted to scream out how wrong everything felt but was silenced by another part that craved every moment spent with him.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me against him with a force that left no room for doubt. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, unmistakable and urgent, igniting a fire that blazed through every nerve in my body.

“Does this feel like just sex to you?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs as reality collided with desire. It wasn’t just lust; it was something deeper—a raw need that clawed at my insides. His grip was possessive, anchoring me in place, and for a moment, all the chaos faded away. All the questions and fears I’d been wrestling with dissolved into hunger.

My heart raced as I looked up into his eyes—dark and stormy, filled with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt the weight of his gaze—saw the way it devoured me whole. This wasn’t just about physical attraction; it was about control and surrender. It was everything I had been afraid of, everything I had tried to push away.

But standing here with him, pressed against the desk in his office, there was no denying what we were—what we had become. The fight between us fizzled out like a flame deprived of oxygen; there was no more defiance left in me.

I tilted my head back slightly, giving him silent permission to close the distance between us further. The heat radiating off him enveloped me like a thick blanket as he leaned in closer. I couldfeel his breath against my skin, and it ignited a deep yearning within me that I couldn’t suppress any longer.

Knox moved in even tighter, our bodies melding together as if they were meant to fit this way all along. My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him as if he were my lifeline while every logical thought evaporated from my mind.

All I wanted was to lose myself in him—to drown in this intoxicating blend of need and desperation.

Knox’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until his mouth hovered over my ear. His breath was hot and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

“You think Langley can fuck you like this?” His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with possessiveness. “You think he can make you come like I do?”

A moan slipped past my lips, unbidden and raw. No. Of course not. There was no one else—there had never been anyone else who could make me feel this way. I had been his from the first hit against the boards, from the moment our eyes locked and the world fell away.

Knox didn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t need one. He knew. He shoved my pants down roughly, the fabric pooling around my ankles. My underwear followed, torn in two with a single fierce tug. There was no softness in his touch—only possession, only need.

He bent me over his desk, the cool surface pressing against my skin as he positioned me exactly how he wanted. The desk rattled under us, every movement amplified by the intensity of what was happening.

Knox’s hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, holding me in place with an unyielding force. I felt exposed and vulnerable but completely consumed by him at the same time. Every nerve in my body screamed for more, begged for release.

His other hand guided himself to my entrance, and then he thrust into me without warning—hard and deep. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain mingling until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He didn’t hold back; each thrust was powerful, relentless, driving me toward a peak I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. His hand remained firm on my back, keeping me pinned as he took what was his.

The desk creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm matching our frenzied pace. My moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as I surrendered completely to him.

Knox leaned over me again, his mouth brushing against my ear once more. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Only mine.”

With every thrust, every word whispered into my ear, he claimed me further until all that existed was us and the fire that burned between us.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming; the sound trapped behind my teeth as Knox pounded into me. The risk of being heard, of someone walking in and finding us like this, made it all the more intense. This was us—always teetering on the brink of disaster.

His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me back onto him with every thrust. My fingers curled against the desk, nails digging into the wood as I struggled to hold on. The edge of pain mixed with pleasure in a heady blend that left me breathless.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” Knox growled, his voice rough and full of need. “I couldn’t wait to bury my dick so deep in your pussy.”

I gasped at his words, my body reacting to the raw intensity in his tone. Each word sent a shiver down my spine, adding fuel to the fire burning between us.

“Fuck, Iris,” he continued, his pace relentless. “I want you to feel me leak out of you hours later. Know that I’m already there—always there.”

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