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At the same time, my hand slid down her side to squeeze her hip, then the inside of her thigh. I slid a finger between her wet folds. She squirmed—then slapped her palm against my forehead, trying to push my head down.
“You want my tongue elsewhere, spitfire?”
Caroline whimpered and nodded.
“You gotta earn it,” I purred.
“Anything,” she gasped.
I chuckled darkly. “Careful what you ask for.”
She startled when I grabbed her hips and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. Her legs were still locked around me like I was the only thing keeping her sane.
Caroline Bates was anything but sane—hell, neither was I.
I wrenched her thighs apart and dropped to my knees. Then I licked her like she was the first goddamn taste of heaven. My tongue flattened and dragged slow over her clit—then I sucked hard and sharp.
Caroline’s body jerked like I’d hit a live wire, instantly overstimulated—but I growled and wrapped my arms tighter around her legs, anchoring her right where I wanted her. Trembling. Trapped under my mouth.
Mine.
“Not getting out of this, baby girl,” I murmured, flicking my tongue fast enough to make her whole body jolt. “You stay right here, where you’re meant to be. Take it. Every last lick.”
She wanted to cry out, I could tell, but she stifled it with one hand while the other seized a fistful of my hair, yanking like she could make me eat her deeper. “Fucking hell, Knox,” she whimpered, body thrashing.
I held fast to her hips. “Nah-ah.” I grinned, feral, against her soaked pussy. “I’m in control. You’re gonna take what I give you and love every goddamn second.”
I swiped my tongue over my lips and curled two fingers inside her. This time, I hit that sweet, hidden spot with precision.
Her walls cinched around my fingers, tight and wet. Her hips rolled, angling for more. Desperate.
But I wasn’t done toying with her.
I pulled away. She gasped and reached for me, her panic evident, but I pressed a hand against her stomach, pinning her down with ease.
“I want to hear you,” I snarled, my voice savage. “Whimper. Moan. Beg me for it.”
Caroline’s chest heaved with breath. Our eyes met, and I could see the defiance in them mixed with the gaze of bliss. She wanted to give in. She was so fucking close—but she was clinging to that survival instinct like a vise.
“Let it go, Caroline,” I said, my voice shifting to something less domineering, if only briefly. “You’re safe with me. You hear me? With me, you don’t have to fight anymore.”
Her brows knitted together like she couldn’t bring herself to believe me. She’d been so mistreated for so long that she couldn’t accept good things.
“Watch me.”
That got her. She sat up real fast.
Our eyes locked, and I knelt between her thighs again. “Come for me, Care,” I said, right before I drove my tongue inside her. “You’re not Bates’s daughter tonight. Not the club princess. You’re mine. My fucking girl.”
Her head fell back, teeth digging into her lip.
Then a breath ripped from her throat, her voice cracking on a single word. “Promise?”
The implication of the word hit me harder than any of Jackson’s punches.
I replaced my mouth with my fingers.
“I promise, Caroline.”