Page 149 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Not like this.

It’s raw, primal fucking without love.

But I take it.

I take it all because I miss him.

I vaguely hear Jack cursing breathlessly behind me.

His hand slides around my stomach and his fingers circle my clit. A choked cry escapes me because it’s the only sign of affection I get.

His breathing grows laboured behind me as the thrusts become faster. He hits a place that only he can hit, and I don’t believe anyone else ever will be able to.

Holding me in place, he grunts his way to release. A deep growl rumbles in the back of his throat as he comes hard inside me with a final jerk.

His fingers immediately leave my clit. His way of punishing me, I guess.

My body collapses against his, covered in his sweat. I want to turn to see his face, but he holds me in place with one hand caging my stomach.

I feel the other hand come around my neck, brushing my hair off my back. Everything’s going to be okay. He’s going to bury his face in my neck and kiss me.

He doesn’t.

It takes me a minute to understand what he’s doing.

The chain.

He’s taking back the chain.

A sob leaves my throat.

When it slips off my neck, I feel him disappear from behind me.

I can’t move.

“Have a shower,” he says in a low rough voice, breaking the silence behind me. “Then let yourself out. I’ll be in the gym.”

I don’t need to turn around to know he’s gone.

I was wrong.

Hate sex is the worst type of sex.

***

Four hours later

I can’t ignore Kate forever. She’s called three times already today.

When you live by yourself and don’t answer your phone the first time, your friends jump to the worst conclusion.

I try to sound breezy. “Hey, Kate.”

“Bonnie!” She, on the other hand, does not. “Why are you not answering your phone! Have you seen it?”

My stomach lurches.

Dad.

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