Page 30 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

When he frees himself, I can’t help the small gasp that escapes me. He’s magnificent, intimidating, and already glistening at the tip. Without thinking, I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of moisture there.

The growl that rumbles from Knox’s chest sends a shiver straight down my spine. “Take it all the way down,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”

I part my lips, surrendering to the need he’s awakened in me. His hands tangle in my hair as he guides himself deeper, setting a ruthless pace that leaves me breathless and has my eyes watering. My fingers drift between my own thighs, seeking relief from the ache building there.

The vulnerability of kneeling before him in this room full of strangers should terrify me. Still, instead, it fuels a fire I never knew burned inside me. I’m lost in the moment, in the taste of him, in the sheer pleasure of being used so thoroughly.

Suddenly, Knox’s voice cuts through my trance, calling out to someone nearby.

“X!” he calls, his voice carrying across the room despite being partially muffled by his mask. “Get your ass over here.”

I tense immediately, my eyes widening as I realize who he’s summoning. I try to pull back, but Knox’s grip in my hair tightens.

“What the fuck do you want?” Xavier demands, his tone sharp with an inherent warning of violence.

Knox’s laugh is dark as he continues his assault on my mouth while talking, as if it’s an everyday occurrence for him to converse with his brother during a blowjob. “Just thought you should see this little artist’s hidden talents. Turns out she’s got quite the throat on her.”

“And?” Xavier’s single word drips with menace.

“Come on, X,” Knox continues. “I want to see you fuck your journalist. Give your brother a show.”

“Everyone stops,” Xavier commands, his voice slicing through the cacophony of pleasure. “Now.”

The room falls eerily silent, bodies freezing mid-motion. Even Knox obeys, pulling out of my throat so suddenly that I gasp, desperate for oxygen. My chest heaves as I gulp down air, my mind spinning from the abrupt shift.

Xavier’s eyes gleam dangerously behind his mask as he pulls Mira closer to him. “My angel wants to give you all a show,” he announces, his voice reverberating through the silent room. “She wants you to see exactly who she belongs to.”

His fingers work at Mira’s silk dress, peeling it away painfully slow until she stands naked before everyone. Even in my dazed state, I can’t help but admire the confidence in her posture, the way she holds her head high despite her vulnerability.

Suddenly, Knox’s hands are under my arms, lifting me effortlessly. He sits on one of the velvet couches and positions me on his lap, my back to his chest. His hard cock presses insistently against my entrance, making me squirm with renewed desire.

Three hunters I don’t recognize circle Xavier and Mira, their masks hiding their identities but not their hunger. They haven’t caught anyone, and the frustration radiates from them in palpable waves.

Knox’s lips brush against my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Look at those three,” he whispers, one hand sliding between my legs to stroke my already slick folds.

“They’re starving for it. No prey to claim, nothing to fuck.

” His fingers circle my clit with maddening precision. “Maybe they’ll get some from you.”

I whimper as his words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. His fingers increase their pressure, making it hard to keep my head up.

“No, no,” he admonishes softly, turning my face toward the three hunters. “Focus on their dicks. See how hard they are from watching?” His voice drops even lower, dripping with filthy promise. “Tell me, Bianca. Are you hungry to suck a dick while I’m breeding this sweet cunt?”

Knox’s fingers continue their relentless assault on my clit as he continues his filthy whispers against my ear, “Or maybe you’d like to try something different?

How about another man’s dick in this tight little cunt while I’m filling your ass?

” His teeth graze my earlobe. “If I allow, he better not come inside you unless he wants to lose his dick.”

The casual way he threatens violence should terrify me. Heat floods between my legs, my arousal intensifying at his possessive declaration. What’s happening to me? I never knew this darkness existed inside me.

“Every hole filled,” Knox continues, his voice a dark promise. “One in your ass, one in your pussy, one in your mouth. Would you like that, Bianca? To be stuffed completely full?”

My eyes drift back to Cora Pike, the mayor’s daughter, who arches between the three men who possess her completely. Her face is transformed with pleasure, lost in sensations I can barely imagine.

“Yes,” I whisper, shocking myself with my honesty. “I want that.”

Knox’s grip tightens possessively. “Look at you, so hungry for cock.” His voice is both approving and dangerous. “But remember who you belong to. And that you asked for it, princess.”

That’s the thing that pushes me over the edge into complete surrender—the paradox of him. Knox Blackwood, the dangerous criminal who wants to share me with other men, yet irrevocably marks me as his. The contradiction leaves me dizzy with conflicting sensations.

“I only want you,” I confess, turning my head to meet his eyes. “But the fact that you’d let me experience that...”

A smile spreads across his face. “Makes you want me more?”

I nod, unable to deny it. His unwavering confidence and certainty transform what should feel threatening into something unexpectedly alluring—the prospect of being with others while he observes becomes strangely exhilarating.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips. “You’re perfect. My perfect little slut.”

The crude word on his lips sends another rush of heat through me.

Knox’s fingers tighten in my hair, turning my face toward Xavier and Mira. His voice drops to a command that brooks no argument.

“Now be a good girl and watch,” he whispers against my ear.

Xavier has Mira on her knees on a plush rug, her back arched beautifully as he kneels behind her.

His movements are gentle as he rubs lubricant between her ass cheeks, his fingers disappearing inside her.

Mira’s face contorts with pleasure-pain, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Xavier prepares her.

“See how careful he is?” Knox murmurs. “Even monsters like us know how to take care of what’s ours.”

I can’t tear my eyes away from the intimate scene unfolding before me. Xavier’s eyes are focused, intense—a man determined to bring both pleasure and pain in equal measure. Mira trembles beneath his touch, surrendering completely.

“Stay still,” Knox commands when I shift restlessly against him. “Just imagine how it will feel to be filled that full, baby. Every part of you claimed and stretched.”

His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple in tender contrast to his filthy words.

“That’s exactly what you’ll get,” he promises, voice softening. “I’m going to make every single one of your fantasies come true, Bianca.”

His tone makes me turn to look at him, and what I see in his eyes steals my breath—something deeper than lust, more dangerous than possession.

“I want you forever,” he confesses.

His forehead presses against mine, our masks touching.

“Your pleasure comes first. Your happiness. Always.” His voice cracks slightly on the last word. “Whatever you need, whatever you want—it’s yours.”

The tenderness blindsides me completely. This isn’t the Knox who stalked me through a maze like prey. This reveals an entirely different side of him—one I never anticipated—and I’m unprepared for the tender emotion unfurling within my chest in response.