Page 20 of Possessed By Knox
I blink, adjusting as my vision returns. Knox is kneeling between my legs, moonlight from the window spilling over his sculpted form. He’s looking up at me, and I read the hunger and possessiveness in his eyes.
“You’re mine,” he breathes out in a low whisper.
Shock travels through my entire body, but I realize I can’t deny it. In this moment, I want nothing more than for those words to be true.
Chapter Six
Knox
I want to freeze this moment. This gorgeous woman spread out on my bed, her beautiful skin flushed, her tits shaking from every ragged breath she takes. Those pretty blue-gray eyes are dazed, and she’s looking at me with equal amounts of need, curiosity, and nerves for what’s to come next.
I want her.
More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. From the moment I was young, I wanted nothing more than to have my own things. My own place away from the shitty neighborhood I was brought up in. I didn’t become the fucking vice president to the biggest MC in Chicago through charm alone. I worked my ass off to get where I am now. The charm, unbeknownst to many, has always been a mask. A perfectly installed mask that hid the true nature of a man who needed to fight his way to survival.
This woman…
My pretty little bird threatens to tear off my mask and reveal the beast that lurks within. This primitive need, clawing at my chest, is new. It roars for me to mate her, mark and claim her so she never belongs to anyone else but me.
“Knox,” she whispers, her brows furrowing in concern when I make no move to touch her. “Are you okay?”
No.
The truth is, I’m the furthest thing from okay. “I need to gather myself before I’m tempted to sink inside you and fuck your pussy like a goddamn maniac for your first time.”
Her flush deepens and she looks away. “What are you talking about?”
“You are a virgin, aren’t you?”
Her eyes flash with surprise and I read the embarrassment in them when she turns back to look at me. “Y-you can tell?”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn’t think I could want you any more than I already did, but damn, baby—knowing you’re untouched makes me want to bury my cock in you until your body only wants me. Until mine is the only cock you’ll ever crave.”
“I…” She bites into her lip and looks away, but I reach up and grasp her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine.
“I want to make you feel good,” I rasp, my own voice strange to my ears. “You’ve already given me so much trust—can you trust me with this too?”
“Knox—”
“Tell me, baby. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
I’m asking for too much. For control from someone who’s not used to handing it over, but I need it. Need her to see that it won’t always end in pain when she lets someone else take the reins for once.
“I shouldn’t,” she whispers, surprising me when she lifts her hand to my jaw. “You’re a criminal, dangerous and unpredictable. I know better than to trust you.” She rubs her thumb down my chin and traces her fingers down the side of my throat before letting her hand settle on my chest. “But I do.”
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
“You were quite a sight when you showed up at the bar the first time,” I say, leaning forward and brushing my lips over hers. They part under mine and I push in for more, licking into her with such hunger that it leaves us both breathless. “So fucking gorgeous. I wanted you then.”
“I was nervous,” she admits in a sharp exhale. “I didn’t want to show it, but I was scared.”
“You hid it well,” I rasp thickly, moving my mouth down her neck, licking a trail down her throat and to her collarbone. I feel her tremble under me, her breath catching with every lick to her skin. “And you captured the attention of every man in that room. Mine especially.” I swipe my tongue over her beaded nipples, causing her back to arch off the bed. “I knew that I had to have you…taste you.” I suck greedily at the bead, rolling my tongue around the smooth velvety texture of her skin until she’s writhing helplessly under me.
“Oh God…Knox!”
I keep my eyes on that gorgeous, flushed face as I lick a trail down her stomach, my breath growing choppy at the thought of tasting her again. Once should have been enough to get her slick and needy for my cock, but fuck if I don’t want to taste the flood of her orgasm on my tongue. The quiver of her pussy as I lap into her.
