Page 39 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

KNOX

T wenty-four hours without Bianca feels like fucking eternity. I’ve spent the day pacing, checking my watch, and snapping at anyone who crossed my path. When I pull up to her apartment building, I’m buzzing with anticipation.

Three knocks. Hard and impatient.

The door swings open and there she is—dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covers her thighs. My cock hardens instantly.

“Knox, I was just?—”

I don’t let her finish. I grab her wrist, yanking her into the hallway.

“What are you?—”

“Shut up,” I growl, pinning her against the wall. “Twenty-four fucking hours. Too long.”

Her eyes widen, darting to the elevator at the end of the hall. “We can’t. Someone might?—”

I silence her with my mouth, biting her lower lip as my hands find their way under her robe. “No panties? Fuck, you were waiting for me.”

“I wasn’t—” she protests weakly.

“Liar.” I press her harder against the wall, hiking up one of her legs around my waist. “Tell me you didn’t think about me fucking you all day.”

Her breath catches as I unzip my jeans. “Knox, please, not here?—”

“Yes, here.” I position myself at her entrance, teasing her. “I’ve been hard for twenty-four hours thinking about claiming what’s mine again.”

I thrust into her in one brutal stroke, making her cry out. The sound echoes through the empty hallway.

“Quiet,” I hiss against her ear, though part of me wants her to scream louder. “Unless you want your neighbors to see what a filthy little slut you are for me.”

Her walls clench around me at the words, and I laugh darkly. “You like that idea, don’t you? Someone walking by, seeing you getting fucked against the wall?”

“No,” she whimpers.

“Your pussy says otherwise.” I pound into her relentlessly, one hand gripping her ass, the other wrapped around her throat. “Tell me who this belongs to.”

“You,” she gasps. “It’s yours.”

“Damn right,” I growl, increasing my pace. “Every. Fucking. Inch. Mine.”

The elevator dings at the end of the hall, making her tense. But instead of stopping, I cover her mouth with my hand and fuck her harder.

Her nails claw desperately at my shoulders as footsteps approach. I don’t stop—I won’t stop—keeping her pinned against the wall, my hips slamming into hers.

“That’s fucking wrong,” a male voice tuts from behind us. Some middle-aged guy in a cheap suit, clutching a briefcase like it’s a shield.

I turn my head slowly, never breaking my rhythm inside Bianca. “Shut the fuck up unless you want your head smashed in,” I growl, baring my teeth. “And then we’ll fuck over your unconscious body.”

The guy’s face drains of color. He takes a step back, briefcase now held protectively against his chest.

Bianca moans—loud and deep—right in my ear, her pussy clenching around me. The threat turned her on. My little painter likes the monster in me. Fuck if that doesn’t make me harder.

“I—I’m sorry,” the guy stammers, holding his hands up. “I didn’t... I’ll just...” He fumbles with his keys, nearly dropping them as he hurries to an apartment door further down the hall.

I laugh against Bianca’s throat, driving deeper into her as the door slams shut. “You liked that, didn’t you? Me threatening him?”

Her only answer is another moan, her head falling back against the wall as I continue staking my claim. Suddenly, Bianca grabs my face, pulling me into a desperate kiss. She’s wild, frantic, biting at my lips, my jaw, my neck.

Fuck. This side of her—this feral need—it drives me fucking crazy.

“That’s it,” I growl against her mouth. “Show me how much you want this. How much you need it.”

Her hips buck against mine, meeting each thrust with equal force. She’s clawing at me now, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt.

“Come on my dick,” I command, voice rough. “Right here in this fucking hallway where anyone could see. Make a pretty mess of my cock.”

She throws her head back, eyes rolling. “I can’t?—”

“You can. You will.” I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her shatter. “Now, Bianca.”

Her entire body shakes, back arching as she comes undone. Wetness gushes between us, soaking my jeans and splashing onto the hallway carpet below. She’s squirting all over me, her release so intense she can barely breathe.

“Fuck,” I groan, watching her face contort in pleasure. “That’s my good girl. Making such a mess for me.”

She collapses against me, trembling, but I’m not done. I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I keep myself buried deep inside her as I kick open her apartment door and carry her through.

“Still so tight around me,” I murmur. “So perfect, which is your room?” I demand.

“First door on the right,” she breathes.

I lay her down on her bed, buried inside her, but my movements are slower now. I brush her hair from her face, studying those wide eyes staring up at me.

I pull back just enough to look at her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed with pleasure. Mine. All fucking mine.

“You think we’re done?” I thrust deep, making her gasp. “Not even close, baby. I’ve got a year to ruin you for anyone else.”

Her pussy clenches around me at those words. I grin, grinding my hips in slow circles that make her whimper.

“That’s right. By the time I’m done, you’ll be thinking about my cock when you’re painting. When you’re sleeping. When you’re fucking showering.”

I withdraw almost completely before slamming back into her, the headboard banging against the wall.

“Knox,” she moans, fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Say it again.” I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Say my name while I fuck this pretty cunt.”

She arches beneath me, offering her breasts. I take one nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re taking my cock,” I growl against her skin. “Could stay buried in this pussy forever.”

My free hand slides between us, finding her clit. She’s soaking wet from her earlier release, making everything slick and perfect.

“Look at me,” I command, slowing to deep, powerful thrusts. “I want to see your eyes when you come on my dick again.”

Her gaze locks with mine.

“Good girl,” I murmur, keeping my eyes on hers as I rock into her. “Take everything I give you.”

I keep my eyes locked on hers, watching every expression that flickers across her face. Pleasure, vulnerability, need—they’re all there, all for me.

“That’s it,” I growl, grinding against her clit with each thrust. “You’re close again. I can feel it.”

Her walls flutter around me, her breathing shallow and quick. Those fucking gorgeous eyes start to roll back, but I grab her chin.

“No. Watch me claim you.”

She focuses on me again, her lips parted in a silent plea. I increase my pace, slamming into her with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall.

“Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You do,” she gasps. “Fuck, Knox—you do.”

“Damn right.” I circle her clit faster, feeling her tighten around me. “Now come for me. Right fucking now.”

She shatters beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she screams my name. Her walls clamp down on my cock, milking me, begging for my release.

Every muscle tenses as the need becomes unbearable. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and explode inside her, filling her with my cum.

“I want your hungry little cunt to take every fucking drop,” I groan, grinding against her to make sure I’m as deep as possible. “I fucking love breeding this perfect pussy.”

We collapse together, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I should move, give her room to breathe, but I can’t bear to separate from her yet. We lie there, my cock pulsing inside her, our chests heaving in unison.

Minutes pass before I finally roll to my side, keeping her tucked against me, our bodies connected.

“Come home with me,” I murmur against her hair. Not a question—never a question with me—but softer than my usual demands.

She traces patterns on my chest, her fingertip dancing over my skin. “To your place?”

“Pack your stuff. I’m not done with you yet.” I nip at her earlobe. “Not by a long shot.”

A smile curves her lips. “Okay.”

An hour later, we’re loading boxes into the car I called. I can’t keep my hands off her. Every time she bends to pick something up, I’m there, pressing against her, reminding her who she belongs to.

“Knox!” she laughs as I pin her against the wall, my hand sliding under her shirt. “We’ll never finish at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” I growl, spinning her around to claim her mouth.

I press her up against the wall, my mouth hot on her neck. She squirms, half-heartedly pushing at my shoulders.

“The driver’s waiting,” she protests. Her nipples are hard points against my chest, her breath coming in little gasps.

“Let him wait.” I drop to my knees, tugging at her leggings. “Need to taste you again.”

“Knox, we can’t?—”

I yank her leggings down to her ankles in one rough movement. “Put your hands on that box.” I nod toward a half-packed cardboard box nearby.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t argue. She bends forward, placing her palms flat on the box, her ass perfectly presented to me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I growl, spreading her legs as far as the bunched leggings will allow. Her pussy is already glistening, swollen, and pink from our earlier activities. “Still wet for me.”

I lean in, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick. She tastes like us—like my cum and her sweetness mixed together. Filthy and perfect.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her fingers curling into the cardboard.

“Hold still,” I command, gripping her thighs. “Don’t you dare move.”

I devour her like a starving man, my tongue circling her clit before plunging inside her. Her thighs tremble against my hands, but she stays in position, bent over the box like I ordered.

My phone buzzes in my pocket—probably the driver wondering what’s taking so long. I ignore it, focusing on the way Bianca’s breathing hitches when I suck her clit between my lips.

“Knox,” she moans, her voice breaking. “The driver?—”

“Fuck the driver.” I slip two fingers inside her, curling them forward as I continue lapping at her clit. “Just come on my tongue like a good girl.”

She falls apart almost instantly, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she floods my mouth with her release. I lap it all up, drinking her down while she bites her lip to keep from screaming.

I pull Bianca up from her bent position, steadying her as she wobbles slightly on her feet. Her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this—completely wrecked from my mouth.

“Pull your leggings up, baby,” I murmur, my voice gruff as I wipe her wetness from my chin. “We’ve got places to be.”

She complies, movements slow and dreamy as she tugs her clothes back into place. I can’t help but smirk, proud of reducing this fiery woman to a pliant and submissive being.

“If you behave yourself during the drive,” I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’ll give you a repeat performance the moment we get to my place.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Might even let you ride my face this time. Would you like that?”

Bianca’s eyes darken at my words. She steps forward, pressing against me and capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Her tongue slides against mine as she tastes herself on my lips. When she pulls back, she lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down my chest.

I watch her walk ahead of me, hips swaying, a little unsteady from what my tongue did to her.

Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me.

I’ve never been like this with anyone. Never needed someone so badly that it feels like withdrawal when I’m not inside her or fucking devouring her. Never thought about someone constantly, like she’s branded on the inside of my eyelids.

I’m a fucking Blackwood. I take what I want and walk away. I don’t obsess. I don’t ache. I don’t pack up someone’s shitty apartment just to get them closer to me.

But here I am, carrying her boxes, watching her smile like it’s oxygen I didn’t know I needed.

This isn’t just about her pussy—though God knows I could live inside her forever. It’s everything. The way she bites her lip when she paints. The little furrow between her brows when she’s thinking. The sounds she makes when I’m buried to the hilt.

She’s infiltrating my system like a drug I didn’t know existed.

I should be terrified. Should cut her loose before whatever this is gets worse.

But I won’t. Can’t. She’s mine now.

Even if she destroys me in the process.