Page 36 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)
My heart pounds against my ribs as Knox’s hand slides up to cup my face, turning me toward him. His eyes burn with an intensity that steals my breath.
“It’s time, princess,” he whispers, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “Let’s give them a show and prove how much you love getting bred by me.”
The crude words should offend me. Instead, they send liquid heat pooling between my thighs. His grip on my waist tightens as he guides me toward the platform. I’m surprised to find myself moving willingly, eagerly, toward my public claiming.
Knox steps forward, pulling me alongside him. His presence is commanding as we approach the mirrored dais, my legs trembling with each step. The room falls silent, all eyes focused on us.
“I claim Bianca Hayes for one full year,” Knox announces, his voice ringing through the chamber.
He guides me onto the mirrored platform, the cool surface shocking against my heated skin. With deliberate movements, Knox positions me on all fours above the reflective surface.
“Look down,” he commands, his voice pitched to carry across the silent room. “I want you to watch yourself being formally claimed by me.”
I lower my gaze and gasp. Below me is a perfect reflection—my flushed face, parted lips, and eyes wild with desire behind my blue mask. Knox kneels behind me, his muscular thighs bracketing mine, his arousal evident.
“Do you see how perfect you look?” His hands slide down my spine, leaving trails of fire. “I want you to watch me fill this tight, owned little cunt while everyone watches you surrender it to me for breeding like the dirty girl you are.”
Heat blooms across my cheeks, but I can’t look away from our reflection. It’s mesmerizing seeing myself this way—vulnerable, exposed, and undeniably aroused.
“You pretended you didn’t want this,” Knox announces, his fingers grasping my hips. “But look how wet you are for me. Your cunt is dripping at the thought of everyone watching me fuck you.”
His crude words echo through the room, and I should be mortified, but I moan pitifully, begging him to fuck me with that one sound. The knowledge that everyone is witnessing this—witnessing me surrender to him is thrilling.
“Beg for it,” Knox demands. “Let them all hear how much you want my cock.”
“Please,” I whisper, then louder when his hand connects with my ass. “Please, Knox. I need you inside me.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Watch yourself take me,” he growls.
I keep my eyes fixed on our reflection as he pushes forward, filling me completely in one powerful thrust. The sight of him entering me, combined with the sensation, pulls a desperate cry from my lips.
I can’t tear my eyes away from our reflection. Every inch of his thick length disappears inside me before pulling back, glistening with evidence of my arousal. The sight is hypnotic—the contrast of his tanned skin against mine, the way I stretch to accommodate him.
“Look at you taking every inch,” Knox growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “Your body was made for this—made for me.”
He slows his pace, making each stroke agonizing. I watch, transfixed, as he withdraws until only the tip remains before sinking back in with excruciating control.
“Feel how deep I am?” His voice drops lower, meant only for me despite our audience. “I’m going to plant my seed so deep inside you, it’ll take root. Fill you up until your belly swells with the evidence of how completely you belong to me.”
A whimper escapes my lips at his words. What he’s suggesting shouldn’t excite me this much, but my pussy clenches.
That’s it,” he hisses, feeling my reaction. “Your body knows what it wants. Knows you were designed to carry my legacy inside you.”
He reaches around to circle my clit with his thumb, and I nearly collapse at the dual sensation.
“Every drop I give you is a promise,” Knox continues, his rhythm never faltering. “A promise that you’re mine to mark, mine to fill, mine to watch grow round with what we create together. God, you’ll look so fucking pretty pregnant with my baby.”
The intensity of his words, combined with the visual of him claiming me so thoroughly, pushes me toward the edge. I’m vaguely aware of the audience watching. Still, all I can focus on is the exquisite fullness each time he drives forward and the fire his words ignite within me.
“I want everyone to see,” he says, voice strained with effort. “How perfectly we fit. How beautiful you look, taking everything I have to give you. Keep your eyes on where we join,” Knox commands, his voice a harsh growl above me. “Watch me breed this perfect cunt.”
I can’t look away from our reflection—the obscene beauty of his cock disappearing inside me with each powerful thrust. The mirror shows everything: the flush spreading across my chest, the way my breasts sway with each impact, and most hypnotically, the place where our bodies connect.
“See how perfectly you take me?” His fingers dig into my hips, angling me slightly higher. “You were clearly designed to be filled with my cum.”
My inner walls clench around him involuntarily.
“That’s it,” he hisses, feeling my reaction. “Watch yourself come on my cock while everyone sees what a perfect little slut you are for me.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling with devastating precision. The sensation—his thick length stretching me from behind while I watch it happen—shatters my control. My orgasm crashes through me without warning, my pussy strangling his cock as waves of pleasure radiate outward.
“Fuck,” Knox groans, his rhythm faltering. “Take my cum deep. All of it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
He slams into me one final time, holding himself flush against me as he comes inside me. I feel each throb as he fills me, marking me from within.
When he finally pulls out, I whimper at the emptiness. In the mirror, I can see the evidence of his claim beginning to leak from me. Knox slides two fingers through the mess, gathering the creamy mixture of his release and my arousal.
“Open,” he demands, bringing his coated fingers to my lips.
I part my lips without hesitation.
“Suck them clean,” he orders. “Taste us together.”
I close my lips around his fingers and suck, the flavor coating my tongue. Knox watches me with feral intensity, his eyes never leaving mine as I clean every trace from his skin.
Knox pulls me up from the platform, my legs trembling from our encounter. He turns me to face him, his blue mask now down around his neck to reveal his face as he stares down at me, those blue eyes threatening to drown me in their depths, and every time it takes my breath away.
“Bianca Hayes is mine,” he announces, his voice carrying across the entire chamber. “Mine for the next year and beyond.”
The room falls silent, all eyes on us. I should object.
I should remind him and everyone watching that this is a game, that I’m not a possession to be claimed.
That’s what Bianca three months ago, before I met this man, would have done—the one who slapped him, who insisted she wasn’t interested, who repeatedly turned him away.
But I can’t form the words. Not when the evidence of my surrender is leaking down my thighs, and I’m humming from his touch.
God, how I tried to convince myself I didn’t like him. I created every possible excuse—he was arrogant, dangerous, a criminal, a player who would discard me the moment he got what he wanted. I told Michelle, I even told myself over and over, that Knox Blackwood was everything I should avoid.
“Say it,” Knox commands softly, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Tell them who you belong to.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. How many times had I insisted to him that I wasn’t interested? How many times had I walked away, rolled my eyes, rejected his advances?
“I’m yours,” I finally whisper, the admission both terrifying and liberating. “I’m yours, Knox.”
His answering smile is triumphant, possessive, but beneath it lies one thing I never would have expected to find—a glimpse of warmth that borders dangerously on tenderness.