Page 27 of Sunrise

Might as well show off my guns while I’m at it. I didn’t work this hard for my muscles to not have them appreciated.

Thwack! She strikes me across the back with the riding crop.

It hurts so good.

“Are you showing off for our audience, pup?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With her tits pressed against my back, she crouches behind me and wraps her hand around my throat. My dick jerks when she tips my head to the camera, her hot breath tickling the shell of my ear when she says, “Give him something worth watching.”

I snag her wrist and pull her forward, cushioning her back as I bring her to the floor with me. Wanting nothing more than to yank her outfit off, I struggle with impulse and caution.

“Do it,” she says, as if reading my mind.

Hooking my fingers into the top, I tug the whole thing down and toss it over my shoulder. I wanted to show Vault I can be gentle and sweet and tender, but Sophie always forces my wild side out one way or another. I grab her thighs, hook them over my shoulders, and fall forward to kiss, nip, and suck anything I can get my mouth on.

She arches into it, and I know damn well she’s staring at the camera when she says, “Your mouth feels so good on me, Knox.”

I look up when she peels my boxers down with her heels. Those sharp fuckers scrape my thighs all the way down too.

Fuck. Yes.

Normally, I’d roll her over and take her from behind. I love watching her ass bounce. But this time, I’m too desperate and torn when her arousal fills my nose. With my gaze deadlocked on the camera in the corner, I drive into her hard, slamming home in one thrust.

Then I fuck her like the animal I am. “Do you fucking miss this?”

She gasps, taking all of me.

I thrust into her harder, making her lose breath. Our bodies slap together, and she claws at me. With a grunt, I lift her into my arms and hold her close, giving her a softer side of me. Kissing her mouth as I run my hands through her long hair, I inhale her sweet skin and get a whiff of…

“You’re wearing his fucking cologne.”

It’s faint, but I smell it.

Sophie grins like a wild woman. “Fuck me.”

My brain fritzes. What the hell is going on?

“Fuck me like you want to fuck Alex,” she commands.

Holy shitballs. This wasnotpart of the plan. I… wait. Did they conspire against me tonight? I look up at the camera, then to her. What’s going on?

“Fuck me, Knox.” She cups my face. “Fuck your Mistress like you want to fuck the love of your goddamn life.”

My hand tightens around her hair until I’m yanking on her scalp. Eyes lifting to the camera again, my heart pounds in my fucking throat. Her pussyclenches around my cock, making me grunt.

Anger, lust, confusion, and excitement have me clenching my teeth when I growl, “Yes, Mistress.”

Then I rail her into outer motherfucking space until we are both screaming Alex’s name when we come.

Chapter 9

Vault

Knox fucks Sophie all over the suite. He switches from an animal to a god to a submissive pet and back again like some kind of sex-crazed shapeshifter. I can’t pull my gaze off them.

Is this what he endures when he watches Sophie and me together? I know he’s done it before. Sat in my office, pulled up our room, saw how we play together. I consented to the idea, but never really knew for sure if he showed up on those nights or not. He never left evidence behind, nor brought it up.

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