Page 4 of Possessed By Knox
Her eyes fire up as she slams her hands on the counter, and I’m half-convinced she’s going to launch herself at me. Wouldn’t that be something? The thought of kissing that scowling mouth is tempting, and I can’t help but imagine those sexy lips going soft under mine. Her tense body melting under my skilled hands.
I could help her drop her guard, help her forget everything…including the fact that I belong to one of the most dangerous groups in the city. No, she wouldn’t even think about that as I slide my cock into her, forcing her eyes to stay on mine,skin sliding against skin, then kissing her lips to swallow her moan, and—
“What do you mean the man Abby is dating?” Ruth hisses, glaring at me like it’s somehow my fault. Christ, why the hell does she look so sexy when she’s pissed off? And why am I so attracted to it? “She’s not old enough to date. She…she’s a child!”
I pull up a mental picture of Abby Chester, filter through the memories of a woman with long, jet-black hair arriving at the women’s center, battered and bruised. She had been abused by her ex-boyfriend before she showed up, and yet somehow she managed to fall in love with a member of our club. A hacker who did everything he could to protect her from the ex who wouldn’t leave the poor woman alone.
Oh, Abby Chester was dating way before she became our concern. It seems my pretty little bird here is a few chapters behind on that particular story, but I won’t be the one to tell her about it.
“Little bird—”
“Ruth,” she snaps, cutting me off. “My name is Ruth.”
“I like my version better,” I say, noting how the worry in her face fades to annoyance. “Your sister will tell you all about her wild romance when she gets here. In the meantime, how about I get you something to drink?” I chuckle at the distrust that flashes in her eyes. “Hey now, don’t look at me like that. I’m just offering you a drink, is all. Perhaps something strong to match your personality. Or something sweet to match your looks.” I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. “Or should I surprise you?”
“You’re probably looking to poison me.”
Her eyes flicker with surprise at the bark of laughter that roars out of my mouth, and I can’t say I’m not a little surprised myself. Christ, what is it about this woman?
“The thought hardly crossed my mind,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes, but I spot the reluctant smile that plays on her lips. “Besides, we don’t keep the poison here. A little risky if you ask me.”
“Scared you’ll get caught?”
“Just cautious. Someone might confuse it for alcohol.” I grin, giving her a slow once-over, letting my eyes linger on her mouth a beat too long before meeting her gaze. “Or a pretty little bird might fly into the wolf’s lair and tempt him.”
She sucks in a sharp breath at my tone and the implications beneath it. “And are you the wolf in this case?”
“I could be,” I drawl, leaning forward against the counter until our noses are almost touching. “I promise I won’t bite too hard. Not unless you ask nicely.”
“That’s…” She clears her throat and looks away. “That is such a cliché line. I doubt it works on anyone.”
“It’s working on you now, isn’t it?”
She glares back at me and Christ, those eyes, blue one instant and gray the next, are so fucking beautiful. Like a stormy sea with blue waves crashing against a hazy gray sky. I find myself lost in their depths, sinking fast and hard. Sinking deep.
The instant attraction doesn’t surprise me as much as the intensity of it. She’s a gorgeous woman, so of course my dick is hard as a rock. But just looking at her sends a wild need blooming inside of me, one that calls for me to slide my fingers into that hair and slam my lips against hers, kiss that scowling mouth and feel her unravel under me.
It’s confusing too, this attraction. I’m often too busy to indulge in women, but when I do, it’s never the prim and proper, dressed in business casual with a scowl to match. Somehow, this woman gets under my skin in ways no one ever has before.
Is it a wonder that I want her?
“Knox.”
I tear my eyes away from Ruth and look past her to the man standing behind her. She straightens up and turns around as well. I can tell by the way she visibly stiffens that she knows who this man is. Saint is the leader of the Steel Rebels, and his face is always plastered all over the news. He’s the face of the club, so it’s always fun for the media to put a play on his name whenever there’s bad news. And of course the club never makes the news for any of the good we do.
I put on an easy smile and nod at him. “What’s up, Prez?”
Ruth’s eyes shoot back to me for a moment before shifting to the president and then back to me. “You’re not in charge?”
“He’s second-in-command,” Saint answers. “Although I never understood how he was voted in as vice president twice in a row.”
“I have charm, something you seem to fall short of,” I retort.
“You’re Miss Chester, Abby’s sister?” Saint says, ignoring me as he extends his hand. “My name’s Saint, the club’s president, and the man behind the bar is Knox, the VP.”
“Ruth,” she says, crossing her arms across her chest and refusing to shake Saint’s hand. “I’m here to see my sister.” Her voice drops a few degrees. “My parents told me that you kidnapped her. Brainwashed her.”
I snort, and Saint tosses a glare at me before I can crack a joke at that. Jeez, it’s not like I was going to make a terrible joke on the brainwashing stuff. It would have cracked them up…maybe. Jesus, these two, with their backs so straight they’d make a ruler jealous.
