Page 64 of Addicted
“I love you, Tarl,” I whisper back, the words sliding off my tongue with a rightness that should feel scary but somehow doesn’t. His face lights up, the smile that tugs up his lips the kind of thing that angels must weep over.
Jude finally slips out of me as I shakily push up, breaking away from Tarl’s bewitching stare, and force Jude to scoot over so I can sit between him and Aeron. Luckily, this bed is fucking massive, so it’s not too much of a squeeze.
My eyebrows squish together when I look around and see Knox, still standing back, not coming forward. He looks as if he’s at war with himself, his teeth clenched and not meeting my eyes.
“Knox?” His head snaps up at the sound of my voice, his usually bright hazel eyes full of unshed tears, and my body heats, but not in the same way it was moments before. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head. “I—” I watch as he swallows, his eyes briefly closing and then he looks at his hands, opening and closing them as if they don’t belong to him. “I hurt you.”
My vision blurs, his beautiful body swimming as I try to blink the tears away. Shuffling down the bed, I ignore the wetness of our combined releases that drips down my thighs as I shakily make my way over to him. Grabbing his large hands in my own, I bring them up to my lips, kissing the knuckles of each one. Then, placing them on my waist, I cup both of his cheeks in my palms and tip his face up until he’s looking at me.
“Make love to me, Knox.”
“I. Hurt. You,” he grits out between clenched teeth, and my chest aches.
“Then kiss each strike better, make me feel pleasure where there was only pain,” I tell him, my voice soft as I try to make him see my forgiveness. There was no choice, not with Earl there, and not while I needed to secure Rook’s safety.
His head sinks, bringing our foreheads together. “I never want to hurt you again, Little Bird.”
“Then love me instead.”
His entire body stills, his head coming up and his eyes darting between mine, searching for something. He must find it because seconds later his lips are on mine and he’s pushing us back towards the bed. Just when I think he’s going to throw me down, he breaks the kiss.
“Get on the bed, Little Bird. On your back,” he orders, his voice deep and sinful.
Holding his stare, I do as he commands, the others giving us room but staying on the bed either side of me. Kneeling between my parted legs, Knox leans down and gently takes hold of my thigh, turning it slightly so he can see the bruise of his kick. He pauses, taking a deep shuddering inhale before lowering his lips and placing the softest of kisses on the spot.
A sigh escapes my lips, my body suffusing with warmth as he traces the sore patch with his tongue, peppering it with light, teasing kisses before he releases that leg and moves to the other. My breathing becomes heavy as that thigh gets the same treatment, and a whine leaves my lips before I can stop it, my ass shifting as I attempt to gain some friction on my suddenly needy clit.
“Just three more, Little bird,” he tells me, settling his hips between my thighs as he brings my arm to his lips and starts tracing the bruise on my bicep with his mouth. Tingles race from the path his lips and tongue take, and I can’t help squirming against his dick which nudges my opening tantalizingly.
Chuckling, he unhurriedly releases that arm and moves on to my other, repeating the same, gentle attention until my whole body aches with need.
“Knox, please.”
My heart thrills at the look of smug satisfaction in his eyes, brightening them to their usual hazel. Gone is the lost look of agony from moments before.
“Patience, princess,” he teases, rubbing his body along mine as he pushes forward until his lips can reach the spot on the side of my nose that he used to lift me up in that excruciating pressure hold five days ago. He presses a light kiss there, dragging his body back down and then leaning on one forearm as his hand tilts my head to the side. My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire, and my hands grasp his broad back as he begins to nuzzle, kiss, and suck the spot just behind my ear.
“Knox,” I moan, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking friction against his hard dick that is pressed up against my lower lips. He doesn’t stop kissing my neck and the line of my jaw, but his hand moves between us, and I want to fucking weep with relief when he lines himself up and smoothly thrusts inside me.
“Fuck, I’d forgotten how good you feel, Little Bird.” He leisurely pumps in and out of me, his hips moving in a rolling motion that leaves me fucking brainless. I grab handfuls of his peachy ass, making him chuckle in my ear as I urge him to go harder, faster. “Beg me, Little Bird. Beg your Daddy to fuck you hard.”
Fucking Hell in a handbasket.
I nearly explode just from his dirty words.
“Please, Kn–Daddy. Please fuck me hard.” I realize that I don’t give a flying fuck when it comes to these men, these Tailor boys. I will beg and plead for their dicks to fill me up until the cows come home. “Please, please, please.”
“Always, my love,” he sighs in my ear, the affectionate nickname making my breath stutter just as he picks up the pace and slams into me.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Daddy!” I cry out as he sets a punishing rhythm, and I open my eyes to see Tarl staring at us with hooded eyes, his hand tangled in Jude’s hair as he forces him to swallow and choke on his cock.Shitting Hell that’s hot.
“Eyes on me, love,” Knox growls out, and I turn back to be ensnared in his ardent gaze. “I swear to you, with every fiber of my being, that from this moment, I will protect you with my life if I have to.”
My whole body shudders with his declaration, tears filling my eyes once more as he holds my stare and fucks me into the mattress.
“Fuck, Knox!” I cry out, the way he’s moving his body inside mine driving me to new heights of insanity. “I’m yours, Daddy. Now and always.”
