Authors: Cassia Leo
KNOX: Volume 4 (7 page)
I bend over her and twist my fingers through her hair to turn her head. My other hand reaches forward, grabbing her nipple and twisting until she lets out a soft squeal.
“Do you want more?” I whisper in her ear.
“More. Please.”
“Please…?”
“Please, Master?” Her plea comes out high-pitched as I squeeze my fist around her hair. “Oh, my God,” she pants.
I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants, and she screams as I push myself inside her. Another thing I love when Rebecca’s pregnant is how she feels tighter. As if I needed any more reason to lust after her.
She’s so fucking wet. She loves the paddle more than anything else. I pierce her slowly, watching my cock as it slides in and out of her perfect pussy. Then I grab her hair again and ride her hard. Letting her cries fuel my desire until I come like a fucking rocket blasting off inside her.
I untie her wrists and scoop her up in my arms so I can lay her down on the bed. It’s recovery time. Now I get to take away all the pain and build her back up. I must admit, this is my favorite part.
15
Rebecca
My abdominal muscles and my arms ache from the tension and release. Not to mention the stinging on my skin. I let out a thankful sigh of relief when Knox lays me on my side on the cool comforter.
I love the paddle the most. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolgirl, which is my favorite fantasy. But I knew Knox would go easy on me today considering I was already so tired when we walked into our new dungeon. He’s a very considerate master.
He retrieves a soothing balm from the bedside table and lies next to me so he can rub it over my cheeks. His hands are warm and firm as he smoothes the balm over my skin. I just want to scoot back and melt into him.
“Does that feel better, princess?”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabs my hip and pushes me forward so I’m lying on my belly. He rubs my back for a while, kneading the tension away until I’m completely relaxed. Then he moves down to my legs, lightly massaging the backs of my thighs. As his fingers whisper over the sensitive area where my thigh melts into my cheek, I feel myself becoming engorged with anticipation.
He grasps my hip again and turns me onto my back. His sky blue eyes are filled with a deep longing as he gazes down at me. Then his hand lands gently on my abdomen.
“Let’s have one more after this one. Just one more.”
I smile as I reach up and wipe the sweat from his brow. He turns his face into my hand and lays a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist.
How can I ever say no this man?
“Are you afraid I won’t be quite as appealing when I’m not pregnant?”
He leans forward and kisses my cheekbone. His hand travels down my abdomen, then he whispers in my ear. “You are beautiful whether you’re pregnant or not pregnant. There is nothing and no one more appealing…” He traces the tip of his tongue across my top lip. “…than my princess.”
His hand glides over my hip and around to my ass. He lightly drags his fingertips over my tender skin, just hard enough to get me even more aroused. Then he grabs my ass with his massive hand and pulls me onto my side so he can press his body against mine.
He rubs his cheekbone against mine and I can hardly breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck and drape my leg over his hip so he can enter me. His solid chest is pressed against mine as our bodies rock back and forth in unison. A sensual dance of healing and forgiveness.
He kisses me hungrily as he grinds his hips into mine. “Just one more.”
I throw my head back and let out a throaty chuckle. He seizes the opportunity to suck on the hollow of my neck. Then his hand slides down between us so he can massage my clit as he moves in and out of me.
Each thrust compresses his finger against my flesh, like a greedy finger pressing a jackpot. And by the trembling in his shoulders, I can sense that we’re both about to win this round.
“Oh, Knox,” I breathe, my body shaking as I finally get the orgasm I was denied earlier.
His cock twitches as he lets go inside me. I close my eyes to savor the warmth of his manhood as it fills me up. I clench the walls of my pussy around his cock and he smiles. His cock continues to twitch as he softens inside me. I do this a few more times as I kiss him and drag my fingernails over his back. And soon he’s hard again.
“I’ll give you one more if you give me one more,” I whisper in his ear.
“I can do better than that.”
After six years together, I know there’s nothing Knox wouldn’t give me. And giving him one more child is hardly a compromise considering everything he does for me and the kids. And my mom. All he asks in return is that I belong to him. And that’s hardly difficult. I love being his.
But I am not his possession. I am his fuse. I’m the fuse that lights him up. That keeps him ticking. He can’t function without me and I’m useless without him.
From the moment he dragged me into that abandoned garage six years ago and I looked into those electric blue eyes, I knew my life would never be the same. I knew who he was the moment I felt that electric energy. I knew he was Marco.
“You don’t know me, so don’t bother sifting through those pretty little thoughts.”
I smile as I think of those words he spoke to me six years ago.
No, I didn’t know Knox Savage. I
made
him.
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Chapter One
Six blocks and the guy walking on the opposite side of the street is still going in the same direction as me. I don’t spook easily. I’m used to walking the streets at night. In fact, I only walk the streets at night. But something about this guy doesn’t feel right.
I can’t see his face.
This shouldn’t scare me, since he can’t see mine either, but being able to see another person’s face naturally puts us at ease. This is one of the reasons some people despise talking on the phone. And also why I have had zero friends and boyfriends in all my nineteen years on this planet. No one ever sees my face. Ever.
Even when I applied for my job at the gas station. I told the guy on the phone that I had a day job and I’d have to conduct the interview in the evening. Besides, I was applying for the nightshift position at the station. The guy bought it. The day job was a lie. The truth is, I don’t go out during the day. I haven’t been outside during daylight hours in years.
I don’t have one of those diseases that make you break out in blisters when your skin is exposed to sunlight. My reasons for not allowing anyone to see my face in the light of day are much more vain than that, and it started the day I was born. My biological mother took one look at my face and begged them to take me away. I’ve been hiding ever since.
So it shouldn’t make me uneasy that I can’t see this guy’s face, but something about the way his hoodie covers his face and he never turns his head is giving me the creeps.
The gas station is in my sight now. Just a block and a half away. I can make it there.
The streets of downtown L.A. are crawling with all kinds of shady characters at night. It’s like turning the lights out on a filthy apartment and all the cockroaches come out of their hiding places. The drug addicts and whores dominate. The homeless and the lost wanderers, picking through the garbage and looking for a place to lie down for the night. Then there’s the drug dealers and gang members who try to lay low, but they have to come out and stake their claim and make their deals every once in a while.
Downtown Los Angeles is not a place where a scrawny nineteen-year-old girl like me should be walking the streets at night. But that’s exactly why I do it. People see me walking down the street and they smile, thinking I’m an easy mark. They can rob me or rape me, maybe even murder me, and they’ll get away with it. I won’t put up a fight. But they don’t know me. I’m far from easy.
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KNOX: VOLUME 4
by Cassia Leo
Copyright © 2014 by Cassia Leo
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