When he took her nipple between his teeth, there was no doubt he was causing her discomfort, as her body twisted and bowed in reaction. No coherent words came from her lips, and he was glad. If she’d begged him to stop, Knox wasn’t sure he would have been able to obey.
After torturing her other breast, he started a trail down, marking her rounded stomach before moving lower. Her hands fisted his hair, pushing and pulling, as if she was trapped in the same turmoil he was.
Taking his own pleasure was the only thing he could do as he reached her glistening sex. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, and when he lapped at her, gorging on this feast, her pleasure was unexpected collateral.
Knox pushed her thighs up and apart before spreading her labia with his fingers. Unable to resist the pink flesh, he descended on her like a ravenous wolf. In the back of his mind, her voice sang like a violin.
Roughly pushing two fingers inside her sheath, he lapped at her folds until he reached her clit. Her little nub had appeared from under its hood, and he used his free hand to expose it more, making her completely vulnerable. Only then did he swirl his tongue around it before sucking the entire area into his mouth like a ripe peach.
The sound that came from Josie’s mouth was like a woman being torn in two and in a matter of minutes, she orgasmed hard in his mouth.
Releasing her, he kept his fingers inside her, exploring a little bit until he found that little rough bump he was looking for. With quite some force, he started rubbing and pushing, his eyes admiring the thrashing woman on the desk, lost in the torture of forced pleasure at the hands of a man who would never be satisfied however many times she came at his hands.
Repeatedly, she begged him to stop torturing her, to take her, but his control over her was total, even if she’d yet to accept it.
Relentless, Knox kept up the stimulation her until he felt her surrender, her hips pursued his hand now, her legs fell open even more, a silent plea for him to take her. Soon. Soon he would finish possessing her, engulfing her within his own darkness.
Her breath short, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, Josie started to shake until she froze in place and offered him her orgasm once more, her fluids gushing over his hand. He never ceased pumping his fingers, taking all she could give, or more correctly all she thought she could give him.
Josie was as limp as a puppet, babbling incoherently, when Knox pulled her up before plastering her against the wall. Enjoying the contact of her back against his front, his cock started pushing between her legs, enjoying her arousal coating her tights.
His hands were on her hips as she got her footing, his mouth bit at the lobe of her ear, and when he spoke, he barely recognized his own voice. “You wouldn’t listen. I told you to leave me alone. And you should’ve.” Taking his pulsing erection in his fist, he guided it inside her pussy and groaned as he slid into the tight flesh. Josie exhaled sharply but remained silent. “You’ve pushed me to the edge and now must suffer the consequences.” And with that, he rammed himself deep inside her.
Still, Knox was searching for something to appease the dark side of him. He stepped back, bringing her with him. Josie slammed her hands on the wall, putting her body at an angle, one that felt like heaven for Knox.
Hands almost embedded on her lush hips, he felt her push back, her body coming back to life once more.
Knox knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and decided it was time. He forced her to close her legs tightly together, and in that position, his cock felt like it was in the tightest, hottest fist ever.
Leaning forward, he mixed scrapes, bites, and licks along her spine, until she turned vocal once more. His hands let go of her waist to cup her swinging tits, massaging them as he felt his own impending release. On the way to no return, he snuck one hand between her thighs to cup her sex hard, before he started moving his grip. He knew with her state of sensitivity, her clit wouldn’t tolerate direct contact, and moving her flesh that way, with tugs and vibrations, it wouldn’t take long for her to fall again.
His hips were slamming against hers at an increasing pace, until that shimmer of heat spread from his lower back to overtake him. Knox was aware his grip was bruising but didn’t release her until he’d finally pulled the very last possible feeling of pleasure out of her, and it happened as he finished coming inside her. Her last, painful, but obviously very pleasurable orgasm squeezed his cock so hard, it lengthened his own pleasure.
They stayed locked together a while longer until a tiny bubble of sanity made its way inside Knox’s brain. Slowly, he loosened his hold to discover Josie was barely holding herself up. Hooking an arm around her waist, he steadied her before laying her down on the old office couch.
Josie looked up at him with an expression of satisfaction before offering him a smile. Seeing her shiver, he went to look for something to cover her with, and when he returned with his shirt, she was asleep and he saw the state of her body. Her skin was covered with abrasions and bite marks, the signs of his possession clearly etched on every inch of her.
While he was taking her, he’d been proud, a fucking conqueror. Now he felt like an asshole. He realized he was no better than a beast. He shouldn’t have touched her in the state he’d been in. Josie needed someone she could trust, someone who’d help her regain her confidence in herself. He had given her that assurance and had broken his word like the traitor he was. Despite his best intentions, he couldn’t keep his promises.
Disgust at himself made the hazy fog of bliss quickly vanish and Knox covered her body, careful not to touch her again.
Dressing quickly, he looked at her one more time, despising himself for what he’d done, and disappeared out the door.
Chapter 12
Four days.Four days without any news or calls from Knox. The man had simply vanished the day they’d had amazing sex in his office. She’d woken on his couch, her body marvelously warm and achy. All she wanted was to turn to him and have him hold her, but she’d discovered she was alone.
Then the cold settled deep inside and wouldn’t let go.
When she’d told Gage he’d left, his expression didn’t reassure her at all. Even worse, Gage was clearly worried, and it only shed light on the fact she didn’t know much about the two men. She trusted them, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind about that, but that didn’t mean being kept in the dark suited her. It messed with her mind.
Or was it something else…
Josie got out of the shower, and dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties before heading to the living room where Gage was pacing while once more talking on the phone. The man had been talking to people from the moment he’d come back from lunch with Tom and Marvin. Not only that, but he’d taken care of the shop with her, working overtime to make sure all the bookings were honored.
The night of Knox’s disappearance, Josie told Gage what had happened while they were at lunch, and after she’d reassured she was okay, he didn’t seem surprised.
Gage ended his call with a curse and came to sit beside her on the couch. “I was finally able to get hold of Locke who has way more connections than I have. He’ll try to find him. He thinks he knows where he could be.”
