“I know.”
“I should be doing something,” she finally said. “Anything. I don’t like feeling useless.”
“You’re never that.”
Knox massaged her left breast, gave her nipple an affectionate squeeze before moving his fingers lower. She parted her thighs for him. He released her mouth and she shamelessly rubbed her pussy against his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Get yourself off me,” he ordered.
Her pussy got slick and wet within minutes. Knox grew impatient and pushed two fingers into her wet heat, making Leah whimper.
“Beg me for my cock,” he said.
Leah was a blushing virgin when she’d met Knox, but he’d taught her to never be ashamed of her body, of her desires. Being with him felt like being on drugs. She’d never used drugs her entire life, but she imagined it would be like this.
“Fuck me, Knox,” she whispered.
Smiling, Knox lifted her leg and slid his rock-hard dick inside her. Leah groaned, remembering last night they slept with his cum still inside her. They weren’t using any protection. Sooner or later, Knox was going to knock her up. What then?
Leah had always wanted to be a mother. To have kids to care for. Kids. Plural. She never thought she’d get the chance because she had been so unlucky with love and she was always busy working.
Knox thrust in and out of her, fast and deep, making her cry out his name. Each time he entered her, the ridge of his cock brushed against her sensitive clit. Leah gripped his biceps, crying out at his last push. Leah’s vision blurred as she came, chest heaving, breasts brushing against his chest. Knox slid in and out of her a few more times before filling her with his seed.
She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Leah opened them again when Knox brushed his lips against hers, his kiss unexpectedly tender.
“You don’t have to feel lost anymore, kitten. You’re my fucking queen. You can be anyone you want to be.”
She regarded Knox seriously. “I don’t want to be trapped in a cage. Ever.”
“I won’t do that to you. I promise,” he said. Leah believed him.
They hadn’t been together for long but Knox was different from the first time she met him. Her man finally seemed to understand that Leah wouldn’t bend unless she wanted to. If he broke her, he’d lose the woman he fell in love with and neither of them wanted that.
“You started working right after high school,” he said. “Did you want to go to college? Take classes maybe? Start your own business?”
“I thought about taking cooking classes. Once upon a time, I dreamed of opening my own café,” she admitted. The last time she’d confessed her forgotten dreams to someone, Larry had laughed at her face. Leah never mentioned it again because it did sound ridiculous. She didn’t even go to college and barely made minimum wage.
“Then do it. I’ll pay for your classes.” Knox placed a finger to her lips, because he knew her better than she thought. “You can pay me back after. Deal?”
She threw herself at him without thinking, burying her face into his chest. The entire world might have chosen to believe Knox was a villain. He had probably committed numerous crimes that earned him his black reputation. Leah cared about none of that. Someone had to stand next to Knox, to take his side when no one else would.
Knox might be a monster, but he was her monster.