Page 29 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

BIANCA

T he blaring horn cuts through the moment, jolting me from the haze of bliss that envelops us. Knox pulls away, his lips leaving a trail of warmth across my skin that makes my breath hitch.

“What was that?” I murmur, dizzy from our intimacy.

He grins, mischief sparking in his bright blue eyes. “That’s just the start of it all.”

I frown, confusion creeping in. “Start of what?”

Knox’s grin turns playful, then he winks at me. “The real fun begins now.” He leans back, almost reluctant to leave my side, but there’s an energy radiating off him that pulls him upright.

“Fun?” My heart races again. “What do you mean?”

“We need to head to the orgy room,” he says with a playful smirk.

“What the fuck is an orgy room?” The words spill out before I can catch them, disbelief obvious in my tone.

He chuckles softly, watching me with amusement as if he enjoys how rattled I am. “It’s where the Hunt really takes shape. It’s... well, exactly what it sounds like.”

My mouth falls open slightly as his words sink in.

My heart hammers at the thought of what he’s implying—images flashing through my mind unbidden: bodies intertwined, laughter echoing through darkened spaces.

I feel the color drain from my face as I reel at the implication that he is about to let me be used as a community whore for the rest of the men, and my heart plummets. I feel like I’m going to vomit.

Knox senses my hesitation and leans closer again, brushing his thumb along my cheek gently, the sensation entirely at odds with the expectation he has just set.) As I drown in the coming storm of emotions, all I can think is— Fucking whiplash— again .

“It’s not just about sex,” he adds seriously. “It’s about claiming your prey in front of everyone.”

The gravity of his statement hits me like a punch to the gut. I’m already reeling from our encounters in this art room; now there’s an entire room dedicated to… whatever it is he means by ‘claiming.’

“Claiming? You mean?—”

“Yeah.” He nods firmly. “When you’re caught during the Hunt, that’s where everything happens.” His voice drops to a low whisper. How he gives me whiplash so effortlessly, I will never understand. I don’t know if I want to slap the hell out of him or come on his cock again.

“So I’ll be… what? In front of everyone?” The idea both horrifies and excites me.

So again, I’m asking myself, what the hell is wrong with me?

“It’ll be wild,” Knox assures me with an infuriating confidence that leaves me breathless.

My mind teeters between terrified and intrigued as Knox stands tall beside me—that dangerous grin still dancing on his lips.

Knox’s eyes darken as he watches my expression. “Some hunters allow their girl to be shared,” he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave. “Would you like that, Bianca? To be passed around the room, handled by strangers while I watch?”

My breath catches in my throat. The logical part of my brain recoils at the suggestion—I’m not an object to be shared or passed around.

Maybe he doesn’t care after all if someone else fucks me.

It only takes a second for something wild to awaken in my core—a carnal) craving that slumbered deep until the Hunt shattered the chains that kept it buried.

“I—” The words stick in my throat. How can I admit that some twisted part of me finds the idea arousing? What kind of person does that make me? Just minutes ago, I was appalled at the thought.

Heat rises to my cheeks, shame washing over me in waves. I turn my face away, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

“No,” I finally whisper. “But...”

“But?” His finger traces my jawline, tilting my face back toward him.

“It shouldn’t... I shouldn’t be turned on by the idea.” The confession feels like it’s being torn from my chest. “What’s wrong with me?”

Knox’s smile grows predatory, a pleased expression. “Don’t be shy, baby. I don’t mind if you’re hungry for dick.” His hand slides possessively down my body, gripping my hip with bruising intensity. “As long as the only dick you’re coming home to is mine.”

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “And the only dick breeding you is mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. I should be offended by his crude words, by the way he talks about me like I’m property. Instead, a fresh surge of desire overwhelms me, making me feel like a stranger in my own skin.

“Is that what this is about?” I ask. “Breeding me?”

Knox’s eyes flash. “It’s about whatever I want it to be,” he says, running his thumb across my bottom lip.

“In the orgy room, you can have a bit of fun with some of the hunters if you want. See if you like it.” His grip tightens on my hip.

“But the only man filling you with cum will be me. That’s non-negotiable. ”

My heart pounds against my ribs at his words. The thought of being touched by multiple hands while Knox watches makes heat pool between my legs.

“There are fifteen hunters and only six girls,” he continues, his voice low and husky. “A lot of the men will be left out completely.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Unless some of the men have opted to fuck each other, which does occasionally happen.”

I can’t help it—a whimper escapes my throat at the mental image his words create. The idea of powerful, dangerous men like Knox giving in to pleasure with each other sends a rush of arousal through me so intense that I have to press my thighs together.

Knox notices immediately. His eyebrows lift in surprise.

“Well, well,” he murmurs, sliding his hand between my legs to feel the evidence of my excitement. “You like that idea, don’t you? All those strong hunters letting go, giving in to each other while you watch?”

I bite my lip, embarrassed by how transparent my desires are, but I can’t deny it. The raw masculinity, the taboo of it all, speaks to the same part of me that responded to Knox’s darkness from the beginning.

The horn blares again, louder this time, more insistent. Before I can process what’s happening, Knox grabs a scrap of a dress from a counter. He slides it over my head before bending down to scoop me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

“Knox!” I shriek, the surprise in my tone echoes embarrassingly clear in my voice. My hands automatically start pounding against his broad back. “Put me down! I can walk!”

His hand comes down with a light smack against my bare ass, making me gasp. I feel his chest rumble with laughter beneath me.

“I know you can walk,” he says, his tone playful yet possessive. “But I want everyone to see that you’re mine when we walk in there. I want them all to know who claimed you.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine. Despite my protests, being carried like this and claimed so publicly and unashamedly thrills me.

“What happened to sharing?” I ask. “I thought you said I could have... fun.”

His grip tightens on my thighs, fingers digging into my skin enough to make me squirm.

“Don’t be so eager, baby,” he warns, and I can hear the dangerous edge beneath his teasing tone. “Or I might not let you have any fun at all.”

My heart races at his words. It’s a threat and a promise all at once, and the duality of it makes my head spin. I’m trying to understand these new desires that Knox has awakened in me—desires I never knew existed until tonight.

As he carries me through the twisting corridors, my mind floods with images of what awaits us in this mysterious orgy room, and what “fun” Knox might or might not allow me to have.

Knox carries me through an archway, and instantly the air changes—thicker, heavier with the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. Moans, grunts, and breathless cries echo through the space as my eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting.

The room unfolds before me in wicked splendor. Velvet cushions in deep crimsons and midnight blues create intimate alcoves along the perimeter. At the same time, there’s a raised circular platform at the center.

“Welcome to the main event,” Knox whispers against my ear before setting me down.

My legs tremble beneath me. I stand frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from what’s happening across the room.

On one of the larger velvet platforms, a woman is surrounded by three men—one beneath her, one behind, and one standing with his cock in her mouth.

With a jolt, I recognize her face when she turns slightly.

“Oh my goodness, that’s the mayor’s daughter,” I state.

“Cora Pike,” Knox confirms, his voice low and amused. “Quite the rebel, isn’t she?”

I watch, transfixed, as Cora’s body rocks between the three hunters, her expression one of complete ecstasy. The sight is both shocking and mesmerizing—I’ve never seen anything like this outside of porn, and even then, nothing like this.

“Don’t worry about her,” Knox says, turning me to face him. His eyes have darkened to a dangerous shade of blue. “She’s exactly where she wants to be.”

He grips my shoulders firmly, applying gentle pressure downward.

“On your knees, Bianca,” he commands softly. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

I hesitate, suddenly aware of our surroundings. People can watch us—strangers seeing me in this vulnerable position. I glance around nervously, my heartbeat accelerating.

“I...” The words stick in my throat as I see other couples and groups scattered throughout the room in various stages of pleasure. Lia is suspended from the ceiling and is being pleasured by her hunter. Another hunter has Sadie on a slab of marble as he eats her like she’s his last meal.

Knox’s fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my attention back to him. “Eyes on me,” he says firmly. “Nothing else matters right now.”

My knees hit the velvet cushions beneath me as I sink down before Knox, my heart hammering against my ribs. The sounds of pleasure surrounding us fade into white noise as I focus entirely on him—on the dangerous gleam in his eyes, on his hands working his pants open.