down, woman. You’re exhausting me,” he announced in a clipped tone, his eyes slowly sliding down my body, noting the splattering of blood that marred the wispy white skirt I wore. “I take it the witches in the woods were your kills?” My attention lifted from his muscles, locking with his eyes. “You surprise me. Come, ride my cock. You know you want it, and I’m right here. Use me to soothe that ache.”
“Hard pass,” I whispered breathlessly, lifting my arm to rub the tension in my neck.
“That isn’t the answer I wanted out of you, woman.”
“Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?” Knox lunged, and I yelped, swallowing as his lips curled into a predatory smirk.
Chapter Seven
Knox snorted before sitting forward, clasping his hands in front of him. He offered me a wicked smile that promised dark desires as a deep rattle slithered over me. “Well, something is hard.” He leaned back, and my eyes lowered to see his cock testing the boundary of his pants, bouncing against the fabric twice. This caused me to laugh in surprise, which made his eyes light up with mirth. “Do you even know what this place is?” he asked, leaning forward again.
I slid to the floor, giving my legs a break from standing. Knox swallowed hard, noting I’d sat on my knees before him. Amusement danced in his gaze at the subtle act of stubbornness, since there was a soft place to rest my ass beside him. I’d decided my knees were a better option. Although it usually displayed submission, Knox knew I wasn’t offering that to him. Irony. It was amusing when it played out as it was now.
“I’ll give it to you, Aria. You look good from behind as I am chasing you. But you look much better on your knees before me. You know what would make you look even better?” I smiled, licking my lips while his attention moved to my mouth. “You’re playing with fire, and you’re not even afraid of the flames.”
“Do I look good on my knees, Knox?” I asked, moving my feet out from beneath me. “I think I’d look much better on your face, riding it.” I closed my eyes, rubbing my fingers over my strained shoulder.
“You’re leaving quite the pile of bodies behind as you move through this realm. I’m impressed with the sheer number of kills, but you’re sloppy at best. Eventually, you’re going to end up hurt unless you join me, where you belong anyway. You and I both know where this leads, and we know who will win.”
I pushed down the pang of regret that came from the fact that I was leaving hundreds of witches dead in each town I visited. They weren’t savable, of that I knew, yet it mattered little to my mind that they were vile beings leaving ruins in their wake. I had to stop them, but that came with a toll I carried. It was heavy and smothering. My throat bobbed, tightening, and caused a lump to grow as heat burned my eyes. I pried my gaze from him, looking down at his sexy feet. Who the hell had sexy feet? Knox did, but then I liked every inch of him, right down to his cocky smirk.
Knox had a way of knowing what bothered me, nailing it on the head with a verbal hammer. I slid onto my side, resting my head in the palm of my hand as my elbow touched the cold, marbled floor. A sardonic smile played on Knox’s mouth. I watched him stand, moving onto his knees before he spread out on the floor beside me, his body mirroring mine as he faced me.
I swallowed hard as he held my hungry stare. Our eyes remaining locked on one another, knowing each other through a primitive, carnal-lust, on the deepest level a man could know a woman. Sex between us was dirty, primitive, and filled with violence. We unleashed with a mutual need to rid ourselves of the aggression we felt. I worried my lip, remembering the feel of him stretching me full. His body had barely fit within mine, his immensely enormous cock stretching me painfully full, taking up every inch within me. Knox grinned wickedly, like he knew exactly what I had thought of while staring at him.
It wasn’t just animalistic.
It was as if our creatures drove the sex to be darker, more aggressive, and I fucking loved it, craving it more than my need to escape him.
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