Page 127 of Beautiful Lies

“You don’t need to figure me out right now. All you need to know is that there is noher. Only you.”

An aching breath catches in my throat, and my chest constricts, painfully tight, like my ribs are trying to keep my heart from spilling straight into his hands.

“Knox—" He cuts me off again, this time with a searing kiss that dances in my blood and ignites my soul.

His warm mouth sucks all logic out of me, wrecking my brain. I mold into him, savoring the way his tongue darts around my mouth.

Knox cups the back of my neck to taste me deeper, his kiss a reminder of whom I belong to.

He pulls away and keeps his grip on my neck. “Delicious as always, wife.” He presses me a fraction harder into the wall. “I held back with you before. Now it’s time to show you what it truly feels like to fuck a monster.”

A shiver rolls through me, sharp and involuntary, like my body reacts before my mind can catch up. Heat pools low in my belly, churning with want in a way that terrifies me.

Using his knee, he pushes my legs wide and lifts the hem of my skirt. He cups my pussy through my panties and strokes down my slit. Then, he slides two fingers beneath the lace and pushes into me.

A hungry smile brightens his face when he feels how wet I am. “Always wet for me.”

“I’m…” I stutter.

“Mine.” He pumps in and out of me hard.

“Yes,” I whimper, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

“Say it, Isla.”

“I’m yours.”

Cupping my ass, he lifts me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, no longer caring where we are. Or who may see us.

“Good girl,” his whispers, brushing his nose along mine. “I’m going to bury myself deep inside your beautiful cunt, love.”

His dirty talk makes my head spin.

He rips open the front of his pants, shoves my panties to one side, and impales me with his cock in one savage thrust.

“Oh, God…Knox,”I cry out in response. His hard length hurts, but my body drags him deeper inside, like it’s been starving for him to return.

“Just let me fuck you.” His hand skims over my skin with the dominance of a man who always gets what he wants.

Jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my pussy. I’m so aroused that I’m about to combust.

He powers deeper inside me, then he starts to fuck me.

Waves of electricity paralyze my body. His rough, hard thrusts are so out of control that the sloppy slapping of flesh against flesh echoes through the alleyway.

My God. I should be ashamed. Anyone could turn that corner and see us. But I don’t care. Not even a little.

Knox pounds into me like a man starved of air, and I love it.

It doesn’t take long for a wild orgasm to ravage my body like a tsunami, and I scream, helpless in its hold. Helpless to him.

“Scream for me, baby,” he demands, hammering harder into me.

I obey, though I never had a choice. The scream was already on the tip of my tongue. My shriek rips apart the air around us.

Knox fucks me harder, his merciless pace intensifying with every passing second. I lock my legs tighter around him, glad he’s holding me because I know my legs would betray me if I were standing.

I close my eyes, my body straining from the ferocious combination of his thrusts and the pleasure he’s giving me.