Her mouth dropped open. “You mother—”
He gave her clit another slap. “Last chance to do as you’re told, baby.”
Grinding her teeth to hold in the stream of curses going through her head, Harper slowly rolled over.
He stroked over the brand on her ass. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now arch your back. Push your ass in the air. Good girl.” Knox lodged the head of his cock in her pussy, and they both sucked in a breath. She was so hot and tight and deliciously slick that he could have come right then. “All mine.” He slammed home.
Harper’s breath got caught in her throat as she found herself stuffed full of his long, hard cock. He felt almost impossibly thick as he stretched and filled her until it almost hurt. She could feel him throbbing inside her. What she needed was to feel him coming inside her.
His body folded over hers. “Feel good?”
She nodded, nipples tightening at the weight of his hard body and the graze of his teeth on her throat. She felt crowded. Unable to move. But she liked it.
Bunching her hair in his hand, Knox snatched her head back. She moaned, pussy contracting around him. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t come.”
Harper fisted the bedsheets as he pounded into her pussy, riding her so hard he took her breath away. All the while he grunted and whispered in her ear, telling her how good her pussy tasted, how he loved going down on
her, how he loved that no one else would ever have her.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he gritted out as her pussy tightened and fluttered around him. He slid his hand around her body and thumbed her clit.
Harper groaned. “Oh, God.”
“Don’t come yet.”
Her eyes snapped open. “What?” He couldn’t play with her clit and expect her not to come! But he did. He thumbed, circled, plucked, and rubbed at it until she wanted to cry. “You bastard!” She couldn’t hold back. She just couldn’t. She—
He pulled out.
Harper blinked. “What the—”
Knox flipped her onto her back, slid a hand under her ass, and tilted her hips just right. “Wrap me up tight, baby.”
She locked her limbs around him, and then he was fucking in and out of her like he’d never get enough. She clawed at his back, relishing every hard slam of his cock, wanting more—always more. His teeth scraped over the hollow beneath her ear just as an icy-cold psychic finger stroked her clit just right.
“Come,” Knox rumbled.
White-hot pleasure lashed through Harper like a whip of lightning as she came with a silent scream. He bit out a harsh curse against her neck as he hammered into her even harder, his pace furious, his cock filling her to bursting, making the headboard slam against the wall. She felt pure power gather in his muscles just before he jammed his cock deep and exploded inside her, his hot come splashing her quaking inner walls.
It could have been minutes or hours that they lay there, panting, shuddering. She didn’t mind having him slumped over her. Liked that she could make him so sated he was reduced to a dead weight. “You bring real game to this sexual relationship,” she slurred.
Shoulders shaking, he slid a hand under her back and then rolled, taking her with him. “You’ve got enough ‘game’ of your own.” Skimming his fingertips down her spine, he asked, “You okay?”
“Will be when I can feel my legs again. Playing with my clit and ordering me not to come was just plain mean.”
“It made you come like a fucking freight train, though.”
“I really wish I could argue that.” He chuckled, but the sound cut off fast, making Harper frown. She felt the echo of his telepathic conversation. Felt as he began to tense beneath her. But she didn’t speak until she was sure the conversation was over. “Who was it?”
“Keenan,” replied Knox, expression grim. “They found where Alethea was staying.”
Well, damn.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Glancing around the living room, Harper raised her brows. “Even in this neighborhood, she couldn’t resist having her comforts, could she?”
The little house was in the exact sad state that you’d expect to find any house in such a rough, poverty-stricken area. Yellowed wallpaper was peeling from the walls. Black splotches tarnished the ceilings. Cheap, grubby carpets boasted dubious looking stains.