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“Attitude?” I manage. “You’re the one throwing a tantrum because you saw a ghost from the past.”
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“The only thing I’ll be throwing is you over my lap for a spanking.”
Heat travels from my neck down south. His fingers are moving, brushing over the tendons in my neck, and my p?lse flutters against his touch. His eyes darken as they follow the reaction, and I hate that he notices it. Hate that he’s always three steps ahead of what my body’s about to do.
His hand trails down my neck. I stop breathing entirely.
“Am I always going to have a hard time keeping you safe?” he whispers, voice rough with frustration and that bass that makes my legs press together without meaning to.
“Maybe you’re the one you should be keeping me safe from.”
He smiles, and it’s all teeth. “You’re not wrong.”
Then, without warning, he reaches down and grabs the hem of my skirt. One strong pull and-
Riiip.
The fabric gives way in a single sound, the split shooting straight up my thigh. I gasp.
“What the fuck, Knox!”
“You’re absolutely right, Sloane.” His voice is low now, velvet soaked in sin. “I’m the one you need the most saving from. Because I constantly want to. ruin you. I want to rip you apart.”
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He lifts me like I weigh nothing, sweeping i off the chair. Our drinks scatter as his hand knocks the bottle and glasses sideways. Amber liquid pools an the dark wood. He doesn’t even glance at it.
My ass hits the counter hard.
Then he reaches under my ruined skirt and rips my panties the same way. One pull, and they’re gone. My heart jumps straight to my throat
“You can’t fuck compliance into me, Knox,” I say, trying to sound stronger than I feel. My voice shakes anyway. “That’s not how this works.”
His belt comes off with a practiced flick. His zinvers
Jesus. wn. And then he reaches into his briefs and frees himself.
Even after all this time, he still makes me ache with a single and I swear I forget how to sit upright. look. He’s already hard. Already swollen. His hand wraps around the thick length, just once,
“After two weeks away from you,” he says, “I just want to fuck myself back into your head. Getting your compliance afterward will only be a bonus.
He steps closer and drags my hips forward. My thighs slide along the cold surface until I’m perched right at the edge. My legs fall open on instinct, and that’s when I feel the head of his cock nudging against me.
“So shut up,” he says, “and take this dick.”
He pushes in.
My breath chokes out. He’s too much, too intense, too everything. He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ease. He fills me in a single, brutal thrust, and my hands scramble for purchase against the countertop, nails scraping against wood.
“Oh, my God,” I pant.
His grip tightens on my thighs, anchoring me in place as he pulls back and slams in again. My back arches, my vision goes blurry, and every single thought about danger or Mateo or T-Bone or promotions evaporates.
All that’s left is him. His body. His breath. The way he drives in and out like he owns me.
And maybe he does.
Maybe I’ve always been his.
Knox sets a rhythm, ruthless and steady, each thrust punching a moan from my throat whether I want it or not. His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time. Like he’s daring me to look away. His hands are like vises on my thighs, holding me open and completely at his mercy.
The counter digs into the back of my legs, but I barely notice. My world narrows down to the point where our bodies meet, where he’s splitting me open.
“Knox,” I gasp, my fingers curling around the edge of the counter. “Please-“
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He pulls out completely before snapping his hips forward, and I cry out. My head falls back as he hits a spot that makes my toes curt.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
He leans down, and his teeth capture my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to make me yelp. “I want you to feel me. Every inch. I want you to know who’s inside you, who’s making you feel this way.”
I moan, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper. The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, of his grunts and my moans.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, trailing up my stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. He cups my breast through my blouse, squeezing gently before pinching my nipple. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me clench around him.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
His words spur me on, and I meet his thrusts with abandon. The counter shakes, glasses rattle, and I’m pretty sure my heart stops beating entirely, my body focusing on only one thing: him. His touch, his taste, his scent, his everything.
“You missed this,” he says, breath hot against my cheek. “You missed me.”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
My fingers find his shirt, clawing into it. I want to rip it. I want him bare. I want skin. Heat. Everything.
He leans forward and captures my mouth with his, teeth clashing against mine. It’s not a kiss. It’s a devouring. And I open for it, let him take whatever he wants.
His hand slips behind my back, pulling me tighter into him, forcing every inch of his cock deeper than I thought possible. The sound that escapes me is animalistic.
“Say it,” he growls.
“What?”
“That you’ll stay.”
I whimper. Shake my head. “Knox…”
“Say it.”
“You know I-“
His next thrust knocks the words from my lips.
He grabs the back of my neck again, foreheads pressed together, breath ragged.
“Say. It.”
“You’re insane,” I whisper.
“And you love it.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
His pace falters for a split second. Just long enough for the truth to slip out.
“I do,” I breathe.
He grins, eyes locking on mine. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Knox.”
And just like that, the rhythm shatters.
Knox lift’s me, holding me in his arms as he turns and bends me over the bar. He does this without ever leaving my body.
He fucks me harder now, hands gripping my hips, pulling me into every stroke, I reach for him blindly, dragging him down until his chest is pressed against my back. His name spills from my lips again and again.
He drops his mouth to my neck, biting gently.
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