Knox whistled, briefly admiring Leah’s choice of undergarments. She blushed.
“I appreciate a woman who loves lingerie.”
“It’s laundry day. I didn’t have anything else to wear,” Leah said.
“You can try going commando sometimes,” he said with a wicked laugh that made her nipples harden.
Knox traced the shape of her pussy lips with two fingers, making Leah squirm. She suddenly imagined him ripping off her panties. To have no barriers between them.
He took them off, slowly and carefully like he had all the time in the world. Leah thought a man like Knox would lack patience. She assumed he wouldn’t bother with any foreplay. That he’d just rip off all her clothes and get what he wanted. She was so wrong on many levels.
This man was a puzzle. A complication. No wonder people were scared to cross him. Leah wouldn’t want Knox as her enemy.
Cool air kissed her thighs and pussy. With a single searing glance from Knox, Leah became embarrassingly wet for him. There was something erotic about the way he remained completely clothed while she was half-dressed.
“I’ve been dreaming of doing this since I saw you at the poker table,” he said.
“Doing what?” she whispered.
The urge to close her legs arose but Knox settled himself between her thighs.
“Taste how sweet you are.” Knox lowered his head and looked at her cunt for a few moments, smiling all the while. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. Tell me, Leah. Have you recently touched yourself?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Two nights ago.”
“From now on, this sweet pussy of yours belongs to me. You can’t play with yourself without my permission. Remember who owns you,” Knox said in a soft but firm voice.
She was too drunk on him, on the moment, to argue.
He pushed out his tongue and licked her slick folds. A loud moan spilled from Leah’s lips. She fisted the sheets above her as Knox went to work. He lapped at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of milk.
God, but no man should be this talented with his mouth. Knox nipped, sucked, even used a bit of teeth. He slid two fingers inside her pussy and began to massage her inner walls. Knox didn’t push all the way in, didn’t break the thin layer of her virginity.
The moment Knox set his teeth on her clit, Leah unraveled. With a hoarse cry, she came. Her mind flew skyward. Knox’s bedroom disappeared from her line of sight. He crawled next to Leah, gathered her close. Knox’s mouth descended on hers, making Leah taste herself on him.
“Did you enjoy yourself, kitten?” he asked after pulling away.
“Yes.” Leah moved her gaze to the bulge in his pants. “What about you?”
Knox kissed the top of her head. She felt like a child next to him. “Next time. You’re not ready for me yet.”
Her mind wasn’t working properly yet. She let him hold her because it felt so good. Like this, Leah could pretend Knox was simply a tender and loving boyfriend. That she just had a strange but mind-blowing evening. In this warped reality, Leah’s asshole brother didn’t risk her in a game of cards.
It was nice to dream. Tucked against Knox’s warm and big chest, Leah almost felt safe. What a strange adjective to use.
She was never safe. Growing up in the bad part of the city with a brother who was often absent had taught Leah she could only rely on herself. No one else.
Leah should rise, demand that Knox take her back home. Show a little resistance. He wouldn’t bite. In Knox’s mind, Leah was already his property.
Was that really a bad thing?
Knox wasn’t the monster Leah thought he was. He’d made her dinner. He could’ve taken her against her will, but he hadn’t. He went down on her, showed her new heights of pleasure—something Brody had never done.
Did she really want to return to the grimy and cramped apartment she and Larry shared?
That place had ceased to be home when Larry showed her his true colors. When Larry gambled her away without guilt or remorse.
Besides, Knox’s sheets felt so silky, so soft against her body. She bet his sheet had a thousand-thread count or something. Exhaustion hit her deep. It had been a very long night.
“Where are you going?” she asked when Knox slipped out of bed.
“I need to take care of something. Rest, kitten. I’ll join you in bed soon enough.” Knox leaned over her and gave her a sharp but quick kiss on the mouth.
He slipped his hand under her sweater and gave her breast a squeeze. Leah moaned, feeling hot all over again when she imagined him between her legs, grinning like a wolf.
“Stay,” he repeated, as if he wasn’t sure she’d still be here once he returned.
Too tired to argue, she murmured, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Then Leah closed her eyes. Maybe this was all a nightmare or a very good dream. Sleep took her under.