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Hunter steps back. “I need you both to leave. Right now.”
“Hunter-“
“Please.” His voice hardens. “I want to be alone.”
I don’t wait to be told again. I move for the door, pull it open, and step into the hallway. The second it shuts behind me, I start walking.
Then I hear it. The door opens again. Footsteps. Rapid. Coming closer.
I speed up.
The footsteps get louder.
“Sloane,” Knox calls.
I break into a run, but it’s too late. He catches up in just a few strides, wraps an arm around my waist, and lifts me clean off the floor. Then he throws me over his shoulder.
“Knox-what the hell-put me down!”
“If you want to start fires, Kitten,” he says, “you better be willing to feel the heat.”
I squirm and slap his back. “Let me go, or I swear to God I will scream.”
We turn a corner. He doesn’t even slow down. A few paces later, he stops in front of a door, pulls out a key card, and swipes it. The lock clicks open, and he steps inside the suite.
The door shuts behind us.
The room is dark at first until he turns the light on. Sleek furniture. A king-sized bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered in blackout drapes. His scent is everywhere-clean and musky and completely him.
He sets me down.
I bolt for the door, but he catches me again, gently this time, spinning me around until I’m facing him.
“Are you happy now?” he asks, low and controlled.
My chest rises and falls. “Don’t put this on me. You told Finn to dump me just so you could be with me.”
“You make it sound like you two were dating.”
“We weren’t. That’s the whole point. Friendships can be more important than sexual relationships.”
“Is that right?” he murmurs, stepping closer.
“Of course you wouldn’t know anything about that. That’s why you tried to screw your friend over just to fuck me.”
His hand cups the back of my neck-firm. “You’re right. I do want to fuck you. And right now, the only thing you’ve succeeded in doing is turning me on more.”
“Stay away from me, Knox.”
I step back. He follows.
Until my back meets the wall.
“Do you think that stunt back there will break me and Hunter apart?” he asks.
His eyes fall on my lips. Then they travel to my chest.
And even as my pulse pounds with anger, my body-traitorous, aching-responds to him.
“There’s something you need to understand about me, Sloane,” he says. “The people I want… they always want me back. They can’t help it. Just like you.”
He slips a hand beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing his palm up until it covers one breast through the bra. He leans in, mouth close to mine. I can smell him-cologne, skin, the faint trace of smoke and alcohol. His touch is rough, familiar. Electric.
Our Bet
“You hate me,” he says. “But you want me. I can feel it. Hear it in your voice.”
My back presses tighter to the wall.
“Hunter will come around,” he whispers. “A few days or weeks from now, give or take. He’ll need time to adjust after calling off the wedding.”
“Calling off the wedding? You’re out of your mind if you think him finding out about Delilah dating you will make him call off his wedding.”
His hand goes behind me to my bra clasp, and with a swift, confident motion, he undoes it. As soon as the bra is hanging loosely around my chest, he traces his fingers from underneath, skimming the sensitive skin until he reaches my bare breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I tremble, anger and desire coursing through me. My body betrays me despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me.
“You’re just trying to make yourself feel better for ruining the wedding,” he says, his fingers still on my nipple. “He won’t call it off, Knox. That’d be insane.”
He draws back suddenly, his hands gripping my shoulders. Before I can react, he flips me over, planting my chest against the wall. He comes close, his breath hot on my neck, his body pinning me in place. I can feel his hardness pressing against me. I try to push back, to create some space between us, but he’s unyielding, his strength overpowering my struggles. His hand snakes around my waist, his fingers finding their way back to my breast. I can feel my resolve weakening, my body melting into his touch. I hate him for what he’s done, for the way he’s manipulating me, but I can’t deny the desire that’s coursing through my veins. I’m trapped in a web of my own making, and I’m not sure I want to find a way out.
“You know what’s even more insane?” he says, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You singlehandedly gave me everything I needed to win our bet, Kitten.”
Get What You Want
His hand moves quickly to my shorts, unzipping them and pushing his hand inside through my pants until he finds my heat. He draws moisture from there to my clit and begins circling. I’m panting and moaning now, my body moving to the rhythm of his touch.
“Our bet?” I manage to gasp out.
“Have you forgotten so soon? We made a bet. Wedding doesn’t happen, you become mine.”
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust that’s clouding my thoughts. “Those were not the terms. You said you’d chase me.”
“Same difference.”
“I have to go talk to him. To Hunter. He can’t stop the wedding.”
“I think you’ve done enough talking today, Kitten,” he says, his fingers no longer torturing my clit but pushing inside me. I can feel my body responding, my hips pressing back against him, seeking more of his touch. “You came here to call me a terrible person for wanting to destroy my friend’s wedding, a wedding with a woman who doesn’t deserve him. But you’re insisting the wedding must happen, for selfish reasons; you want to set Finn free while caging another man. Who exactly is the terrible person here?”
He pulls his fingers out of me and starts pushing my shorts and panties down.
“Hunter’s not my friend. I don’t owe him any moral obligation,” I spit out.
“But good people are good all around. Do you think you’re a good person, Sloane?”
“I have to go talk to Hunter, I insist, but my words are weak, my body melting into his touch. He holds my waist with one hand and keeps pushing the shorts and panties below with the other.
“Why? Because you still want to save your friend?” he asks.
“Fuck you.”
“This friend you care so much about quickly screwed you over to get his hands on Delilah. Yet here you are, still fighting for him. What’s a man gotta do to get that much devotion from you?”
I can feel him fumbling with his belt behind me, the sound of the buckle clinking sending a tremor through me. I came here ready to take him down. Now I’m pushing my ass toward him, arching just right as he puts on a condom. Once the condom is on, he grips my hair, bringing the back of my head closer to him and biting my ear.
I whimper, raising my right hand to touch his head. Something about his last statement registers in my head.
“What do you mean by ‘screwed me over’?” I say.
“When I asked him to pick between Delilah and you, who do you think he chose?”
“What do you mean?”
He slowly pushes into me, and I moan, the sensation of him filling me overwhelming. My legs are too close together, so him pushing in feels fuller than before. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation both painful and pleasurable.
“Knox…” I say, panting and trying to open my legs but can’t get beyond the prison of my shorts hanging down my thigh. He slams the rest of the way in, hard and deep, and I scream, my head spinning.
“He chose Delilah,” he says.
“He’d never do that.”
He pulls out and rams into me again, and I see stars. My vision blurs at the edges.
“When you met us on your way back from the rooftop, what do you remember hearing?” he asks.
I try to remember, but the feeling of him going in and out of me is too distracting. My thoughts are scattered and disjointed. “You’re not thinking,” he says.
“I’m trying to.”
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