Page 41 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

KNOX

S unlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes across Bianca’s bare skin. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath, memorizing the curves and valleys of her form like I’m studying a masterpiece. Which she fucking is.

I run my finger down her spine, and she stirs, those beautiful eyes fluttering open.

“Morning, beautiful.”

She stretches like a cat, all languid grace. “What time is it?”

“Time to get up. I’ve got a meeting with my brothers in an hour.”

Her brow furrows. “About the Russian?”

Smart girl. Always paying attention. “Ilya Orlov. Yeah.”

I pull her up from the bed, leading her toward the bathroom. “But first, I need a shower. And so do you.”

Steam fills the bathroom as I adjust the water temperature. Bianca steps in first, water cascading down her curves, and I take a moment to appreciate the view before joining her. Her skin glistens under the spray, droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she looks up at me.

“Turn around,” I command, reaching for the soap.

I work up a lather between my hands and run them over her shoulders, down her back, around to cup her breasts. She leans into my touch, her ass pressing against my hardening cock.

“Feel that?” I murmur against her ear. “That’s what you do to me. Every. Fucking. Time.”

She turns in my arms, water streaming between us, and slides her hands down my chest. Without a word, she sinks to her knees, the shower spray hitting her back as she looks up at me through the steam.

“Fuck, beautiful.”

Her hands grip my thighs as she takes me into her mouth, those plush lips stretching around me. I thread my fingers through her saturated hair, guiding her movements as she works me with her tongue.

The sight of her on her knees, water running down her face as she pleasures me, is almost enough to make me come right then. But I hold back, wanting to savor this moment.

“That’s it,” I groan, tightening my grip on her hair. “Take it deeper.”

She complies, hollowing her cheeks as she takes me to the back of her throat. My head falls back against the shower wall, pleasure coursing through my veins like lava.

I pull her up by her hair, my cock throbbing with need. “Stand up.”

She rises, water streaming down her curves, eyes dark with desire.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

Bianca complies without hesitation, placing her palms against the wet tile and arching her back, presenting herself to me. The shower’s large enough that she can spread her legs, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.

“I’m not wasting my cum in your mouth today,” I growl, positioning myself behind her. “You’re taking it deep inside this perfect cunt.”

I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. “So fucking wet for me.”

She pushes back against my touch. “Knox, please.”

I line myself up, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“You,” she breathes. “Inside me. Now.”

With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. She cries out, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the slick tile as I set a relentless pace.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I groan, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

The water continues to cascade over us as I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the steam-filled bathroom. Her walls clench around me with each thrust, driving me closer to the edge.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” I command, reaching around to circle her clit with my thumb. “And then I’m going to fill you up.”

She moans, trembling as I hit that spot deep inside her. “Yes, yes, I’m close.”

I feel her tightening around me, her breathing becoming erratic.

She shatters with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my cock as pleasure wracks her. The sensation of her climax triggers my own, and I thrust deep, holding her hips flush against mine as I empty myself inside her.

“You’re taking every fucking drop,” I groan, grinding against her as I fill her.

I hold her there for a moment, savoring the sensation of her body trembling around mine.

My fingers trace lazy patterns across her back as we both catch our breath, her skin flushed and perfect under my touch.

Nothing feels better than these moments—her pussy still pulsing around me, both of us lost in the afterglow.

I pull away, giving her ass a light smack. “As much as I’d love to go for round two, I’m already running late.”

Quickly, I finish washing, scrubbing away the evidence of our activities. Bianca watches me, her eyes following my movements as I step out and grab a towel.

“Stay in bed. I shouldn’t be long,” I tell her, dressing in record time. I pull on my leather jacket and lean down to kiss her goodbye, lingering longer than I should. “Think about me while I’m gone.”

She grins, that mischievous smile that drives me crazy. “Maybe I will.”

The ride to our warehouse is quick, as my Aprilia RSV4 cuts through the morning traffic. I park next to Xavier’s and Vane’s bikes, striding into the building fifteen minutes late.

My brothers look up as I enter the meeting room.

“Traffic,” I offer before they can ask.

Xavier rolls his eyes. “Bullshit. Your hair’s wet.”

“Can we focus?” I drop into a chair. “What’s Orlov’s status?”

Vane slides a folder across the table. “He’s pissed about us refusing to cut the carnival crew out. Made some noise about going direct to the street in our territory.”

“After the ambush that he tried to pull?” I snort. “Fuck him.”

“He’s desperate,” Xavier adds. “The carnival crew delivers product purer than anything his Moscow connections can provide.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it under the table.

It’s Bianca.

Missing you already. Here’s what’s waiting when you get back.

The photo makes my cock instantly hard—Bianca spread out on my bed, fingers between her legs, lips parted.

“Knox!” Xavier snaps. “Focus.”

Another text arrives. This one shows her using the toy I used on her last night. Jesus Christ.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Vane asks, noticing my shifting in my seat.

I pocket my phone, but it buzzes again. And again.

“He’s whipped,” Xavier laughs. “Look at him squirming.”

“Fuck off,” I growl, but there’s no heat behind it.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Vane shakes his head. “Knox Blackwood, tamed by a woman.”

I shrug, not even bothering to deny it. “She matches me. Insatiable. You have no idea.”

My phone vibrates with another message. This one’s a video of Bianca wrapped in blue silk ribbons on the bed.

“Meeting’s over,” I announce, already heading for the door. “Handle Orlov however you want.”

I need to get home. Now.