Page 51 of Blood Ties
Including one important thing, which I suspect Knox knows, too.
I know it’s a mistake, but I lunge toward the bag anyway.
Knox kicks it out of the way before I can grab it, and the shackle around my wrist snaps taut. My hand is stuck, straining, an inch from the strap.
Knox lets out a low laugh. “Nice try.” He crouches down and upturns the backpack, shaking all of my possessions out onto the dirty concrete floor.
My hand droops in the air, and I pull back, huddling on the mattress and watching miserably as Knox combs through my things.
He tosses my few pairs of clothes aside, along with the last of my makeup. My books scatter across the dirty concrete. My tampons roll out of reach. Each loss stings, but I shove it down. None of it really matters.
Then he pauses, head tilting to the side. “Mm. Something’s missing.” He taps a finger against his lip. “‘Cause Iknowa smart girl like you would’ve insisted on a condom that first night unless she had something else...”
I hug my knees to my chest and glower at him, refusing to show any other reaction even though my heart is starting to race.He knows.
“But where have you put it?” He kicks the now-empty backpack aside and approaches the mattress, slow and deliberate. He lowers himself to a crouch just beyond the edge, studying me where I sit, curled up and tense. “Hiding it somewhere on you?”
He grabs me by the ankle and yanks again. I kick at him with the other foot, but he catches that one too, and drags me across the mattress. I kick and yell, hoping against hope that Kai will hear me and come down. But after a few minutes of struggling to no avail and screaming myself hoarse, Knox has me pinned and I’ve lost any hope that Kai will prove to be some kind of hero.
Knox straddles my hips. His hands are rough, pinching and squeezing as they rove over my hips, my stomach, my chest.
His hard-on presses against me. He likes me struggling and fighting him. It leaves me with one last, twisted hope — that he’ll be distracted by my body and forget what he’s looking for. So I keep struggling, keep fighting, even though I know it’s only making this better for him.
When he reaches for my neck, I sink my teeth into the meat of his palm. He grunts and jerks and I feel his dick twitch.
“You crazy bitch,” he mutters. He grabs me by the face and leans down to kiss me. I try to bite him again, but his fingers force my jaw open so he can shove his tongue into his mouth. His hips grind into mine. When he releases my face and pulls back, he’s breathing hard, his face flushed and his eyes heavy with a crazed sort of lust.
I’ve got him, I think. At least I can find solace in that, even though I know he’s about to have his way with me no matter what I do.
Then he reaches behind me and grabs my pillow.
“No!” I surge up, trying to stop him, but he keeps me pinned down with one arm while he yanks the pillowcase off with the other. A box tumbles out and clatters to the floor. The one item I bothered to hide, and exactly what he was looking for: my birth control.
He smirks at me as he tosses it over his shoulder, out of my reach. “You’re not gonna be needing that anymore.”
Panic wells up in the back of my throat. I can’t hide my fear now, and I see the way his eyes darken as he takes in my expression. He reaches down to undo the button of his pants, fondling his hard length through his boxers.
“God, I love it when you look at me like that,” he says. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”
“No,” I whimper. I try to shove him away, but his torso is all solid muscle; it’s like trying to push a brick wall.
He grins, shoving down his boxers and stroking himself once before lining his cock up with my core. “Your body says otherwise,” he says, sliding his head over my slit. He’s right; I’m wet, my body trained to respond from the orgasms he forces from me. “So ready for me. Deep down you want this.”
“No!” I claw at his face.
He gasps as my nails rake his cheek, and then he shoves into me with a low moan. He fucks me into the mattress. The more I fight, the rougher he gets. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I cry out.
“That’s right,” he murmurs into my ear, in between his ragged breaths. “Scream for me.”
I bite my lip as tears well in my eyes, trying to keep myself silent. But when he bites me again — the sensitive skin of my neck this time — I can’t help but whimper in pain.
“You’re gonna take me just like this,” he pants. “Take every fucking drop.”
His full weight presses against me, his chest crushing the breath from my lungs as his hips slam into mine, hard and fast. His teeth are still against my neck, marking me, as his cock claims every inch of my pussy.
“You’re mine,” he growls against my skin. “My little whore to chain up and breed as often as I like. And I’m going to do it, again and again, till I put a baby in you—”
He cuts off with a groaned swear, his thrusts within me going choppy as he spills himself inside of me. I’m limp beneath him as he thrusts through his orgasm before finally stopping, breathing hard against my neck.
