Page 24 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

KNOX

I don’t stop after that first orgasm. Not when she tastes this fucking good, not when her thighs are trembling around my head, not when I’ve waited this long to have her.

“Knox,” she gasps, her voice breaking as I dive back in. “I can’t?—”

But she can. And she will. I flatten my tongue against her clit, working her in slow, deliberate circles until her hips start rocking against my face again. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling almost painfully as her second climax builds.

“That’s it, princess,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Give me another one.”

When she comes again, she cries out louder, shaking violently against me. I grip her ass, holding her against my mouth as she tries to squirm away from the intensity. The power I feel as she falls apart is intoxicating.

But I’m not done, not by a long shot.

“One more,” I demand, diving back in.

“Please, I can’t—” Her protests dissolve into a choked moan as I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue rapidly against the sensitive bud.

This time, when she comes, her legs give out completely. I hold her up, devouring every drop of her release as she sobs my name, her pussy twitching against my mouth.

When I finally stand, her eyes are glazed, makeup smeared, and lips swollen from biting them. She looks absolutely fucking wrecked—and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the bed in the center of the room.

“Put me down,” she demands. Even now, she’s fighting me. “I can walk.”

“Not after what I just did to you,” I chuckle, laying her on the silk sheets. “Besides, we’re just getting started.”

I reach for the spreader bar beside the bed. “If anything gets too much, your safe word is blue ,” I tell her, my tone serious despite my throbbing arousal. “Say it now.”

“Blue,” she whispers.

I’ve never given prey a safe word before. Never even considered it. That’s not how the Hunt works. They sign the agreements knowing exactly what they’re getting into—or at least, what they might be getting into. The risk is part of the thrill. The unknown. The danger.

But with Bianca... Fuck. I couldn’t proceed without it.

A core principle inside me wouldn’t let me take her without giving her that control, that out if she needs it.

It’s like some fundamental part of me recognizes she’s not merely prey or a conquest. Bianca isn’t just another notch on my bedpost. She could never be that.

My brothers would lose their fucking minds if they knew. Xavier would call me soft. Vane would never let me hear the end of it. Landon would probably analyze what it means that I’m treating her differently. And they can all—fuck. Right. Off.

I don’t care. I need her to have it. Regardless of the rules, I need her consent. I need her to know that she is safe with me. Especially when she submits. That trust must be earned, not assumed.

“Good girl,” I murmur, running my fingers along her ankle as I secure the first cuff. “Remember it.”

Her breathing quickens as I fasten the spreader bar, forcing her legs apart. The vulnerability in her eyes sends a rush of possessiveness through me that’s almost frightening in its intensity. I fasten her wrists to the cuffs on the spreader bar so she’s entirely restrained for me.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, my voice rough with need as I strip off my shirt. “All mine.”

Bianca’s gaze rakes over my chest, her lips parting slightly. Despite her exhaustion from those three orgasms, desire darkens her gaze.

“Not yours,” she counters, defiant even now. “This is just?—”

I silence her with a kiss, swallowing whatever lie she was about to tell herself. She tastes herself on my lips and moans, her resistance crumbling as I press myself against her.

Her lips move to form another denial, but my last thread of restraint snaps. We’re beyond pretending now.

“You’re lying, princess,” I growl, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “If you’re going to be this naughty, I’m going to have to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock.”

Her pupils dilate as she shakes her head unconvincingly—like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.

“If it gets too much, snap your fingers,” I instruct, tapping her hand. “I’ll stop immediately. Understand?”

She nods, swallowing hard. The sight of her in this position, the vulnerability she accepts being placed in to please me, sends a surge of hunger through me. It’s as if I’ve spent my life until now in a desert, and she is the first drop of water I’ve ever found.

I step back and undo my leather pants, the zipper loud in the charged silence between us. When I push them down my hips along with my boxer briefs, my cock springs free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

Bianca moans—a needy, desperate sound that makes my dick twitch. I stroke myself slowly as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Fuck, she’s practically salivating, and the knowledge that she wants this as badly as I do makes me even harder.

“You want a taste, don’t you?” I taunt, moving closer so my cock is inches from her face. “Admit it.”

She doesn’t answer with words, but the hunger in her eyes tells me everything.

I reposition her on the bed, moving her so her head hangs over the edge. The position is perfect—her throat aligned for me to slide in deep. I grasp her chin gently.

“Open,” I command.

When her lips part, I waste no time. I thrust forward, burying myself in her hot, wet mouth. She gags immediately, and saliva spills from the corners of her mouth. The sight is obscene and perfect.

I should slow down, give her time to adjust, but I can’t. I’m too far gone, too consumed by this woman who’s been driving me crazy for months. I keep going, setting a punishing pace as she struggles to keep up with me.

“Fuck, Bianca,” I groan, watching her throat bulge with each thrust. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Tears well in Bianca’s eyes as she takes me deeper, her throat constricting around my cock. She doesn’t snap her fingers, though—fuck, she doesn’t even try. Instead, she relaxes her jaw, letting me use her mouth however I want.

“That’s it,” I growl, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good little slut for me.”

The way she moans around my length tells me she fucking loves this.

I thrust deeper. “You’ve been teasing me for months. Making me chase you. But look at you now—on your back, taking my cock down your throat like you’ve been starving for it.”

She gags as I hit the back of her throat again, but recovers quickly, her tongue working the underside of my shaft. Fuck, she’s a natural. Or maybe she’s had practice. The thought makes jealousy surge through me, and I grip her hair tighter.

“You belong to me now,” I hiss, increasing my pace. “This pretty mouth is mine. This throat is mine. You’re my little slut now, Bianca.”

I fuck her face relentlessly, her hands gripping my thighs. I feel my balls tightening, my release building at the base of my spine.

“I’m going to come down your throat,” I warn her, my voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

The sight of her—head hanging off the edge of the bed, lips stretched around my cock—pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time, holding her head in place as I explode, pumping hot spurts of cum directly down her throat.

“Swallow it all,” I command through gritted teeth. “Don’t waste a drop, princess.”

My cock throbs against her tongue as she swallows every last drop of my release. Holy fuck—she’s taking it all without hesitation, her throat working around me, milking me dry. The vibrations of her moans against my dick trigger waves of pleasure that consume me entirely.

“Fuck, Bianca,” I groan, watching her throat bulge around my cock. “Look at you taking all of me. So fucking perfect.”

She makes another muffled sound around my length. I can feel her tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft even as she swallows the last of my cum.

“That’s it, princess. Not wasting a single drop.” My voice is wrecked as I ease my grip on her hair. “Your throat was made for my cock. The way you drank me down like you’ve been fucking thirsting for it all this time.”

She moans again, the vibration making my oversensitive cock twitch. Her lips are stretched wide, glistening as streams of saliva and traces of my cum drip from them, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.

“God, you’re fucking incredible,” I praise, slowly easing myself from her mouth. “The way you allowed me to use your throat like that—like my own personal fucktoy—but managed to make me feel like you’re the one in control. Exquisite”

A thin strand of saliva connects my cock to her swollen lips as I pull out completely.

She gasps for air, her chest heaving, but there’s a look of satisfaction in her eyes as I finally get to look into them again.

Just the sight of her after such a beautiful act of submission makes my spent cock stir with renewed interest.

“Never seen anything so fucking hot in my life,” I continue, brushing my thumb across her lower lip. “The way your throat bulged with my cock, how you gagged but continued taking every inch of me, swallowing everything I gave you like it was a goddamn gift.”

Her lips curve into a small, proud smile despite her dazed expression. She licks her lips, catching the last traces of my release, and the sight nearly brings me to my knees.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur, cupping her face. “So fucking perfect I can barely stand it.”

I lift Bianca from her awkward position, her throat recovering from my assault, and lay her back on the bed. The spreader bar keeps her legs wide apart as I position myself between them, my cock already hard at the sight of her spread open for me.

“Look up,” I command, pointing to the ceiling.