Page 47 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

KNOX

T he adrenaline courses through my veins as we pull into the underground garage of our safe house on the outskirts of the city.

It’s an unmarked property we keep off the books—a place to regroup when shit hits the fan.

Unlike Ilya, this place has no connection to any of us or our businesses.

It’s held in a trust that is managed by a British attorney we helped out of a jam when we first set out on this path in life.

“Everyone inside,” Xavier commands, already heading toward the entrance. “We need to plan our next move.”

I help Bianca out of the SUV, keeping her tucked against my side. She’s trembling slightly, but her eyes are clear and focused. My girl is stronger than she looks.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice low as we follow the others inside.

“I’m fine. Just processing.”

The safe house is sparse but functional—featuring concrete walls, minimal furniture, and security monitors covering every angle of approach. Vane immediately heads to check the perimeter while Landon fires up the computers.

As Bianca settles onto the leather couch, I shrug off my jacket and feel a sharp sting across my right bicep. Frowning, I glance down and notice a dark stain spreading across my sleeve.

“Fuck,” I mutter, rolling up the fabric to reveal a bloody gash about three inches long.

Bianca’s eyes widen. “Knox, you’re hurt!”

“It’s just a graze,” I say, examining the wound with detached interest. “Must’ve caught me when we were running.”

She’s on her feet instantly, scanning the room. “First aid kit?”

“Cabinet in the bathroom,” I gesture down the hall, impressed by her composure.

Moments later, she returns with supplies and orders me to sit. I comply, watching as she cuts away my sleeve with steady hands.

“You realize you just ruined a five-hundred-dollar shirt,” I tease.

“Shut up,” she says. Her fingers tremble slightly as she cleans the wound.

The sting of antiseptic makes me hiss. Bianca pauses, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath. Without a word, she shifts position, straddling my lap to get a better angle.

“This might hurt,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.

I grip her hips, suddenly very aware of her weight pressed against me. The pain fades to the background. We’re both breathing harder, though she hasn’t done anything more than clean my wound.

“I thought I lost you,” I admit, my voice rougher than intended.

Her hands pause their work. “I’m here,” she murmurs. “We both are.”

Bianca’s fingers finish securing the bandage, but neither of us moves. Her eyes hold mine, trust shining in their depths. The fear of losing her crashes over me again, and I capture her mouth with mine.

“I need you,” I whisper against her lips. “Right fucking now.”

She nods, understanding written across her face. We both need this—need to feel alive, to confirm we’re still here.

I carry her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. There’s an urgency in our movements as we strip each other’s clothes.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she confesses as I lay her on the bed.

“It’ll take far more than some Russian prick to keep me from my girl.” I hover above her, drinking in every inch of her. “And you are mine, Bianca. Every delicious fucking inch of you.”

When I sink deep into her pussy, we both gasp.

I move slowly, savoring the sensation of her body welcoming mine home.

The way her cunt has become my sanctuary, as sacrosanct as that may be, is the only home, the only sanctuary that I will ever need.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” I murmur, watching her eyes flutter. “So perfect. So fucking tight.”

Her fingers trace the bandage on my arm. “Don’t get shot again.”

“Why? Don’t you like playing nurse?” I grin, rolling my hips in a way that makes her moan. “Because I’ve got some other injuries you could kiss better.”

“You’re impossible,” she gasps, but she’s smiling.

“And you’re fucking beautiful when you come.” I slow my pace even more, drawing out each thrust. “Show me, baby. Let me see what I almost lost.”

In answer, her pussy tightens around my dick, and her back arches.

“That’s it,” I encourage, keeping my rhythm despite the need to come building. “Take what you need from me. Everything I have is yours.”

The words slip out before I can stop them, honest in a way I’ve never been. But watching her beneath me, trusting me despite everything, I can’t bring myself to regret them.

I grip her hips harder as I slam into her, tensing with each thrust. “Let go for me, let yourself drown in pleasure when I’m inside you. Inside this perfect cunt as it tries to strangle my cock.”

Her eyes lock with mine as she shatters, her walls pulsing around me. The sight of her—flushed and wild—triggers my own release. I bury myself deep, groaning as I empty inside her.

“Fuck, I’m obsessed with breeding you,” I rasp against her neck. “Want to see you grow round with my baby. I want to put my child in you.”

“God, Knox...”

“You like that idea?” I pull back to see her face. “The thought of me knocking you up?”

“Yes,” she admits. “I do.”

I kiss her deeply, our bodies joined. “Not yet, though,” I murmur against her lips. “First, I need to spend a couple of years fucking you as much as I possibly can. Before kids enter the equation.”

She laughs, the vibration traveling through both our bodies. “A couple of years of this? I might not survive.”

“You will. I’ll make sure of it.” I stroke her cheek, marveling at how this woman has completely unraveled me. “We have all the time in the world now.”

Without warning, Bianca pushes against my chest, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength. She straddles me, my still-hard cock buried inside her, cum dripping down her thighs.

“I’m yours,” she declares, beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “All yours, Knox.”

I grip her thighs, watching in awe as she takes control. “Show me,” I challenge, my voice rough with renewed desire.

Bianca rocks her hips, grinding down harder on my cock. Her pace quickens, turning desperate and primal. Her hands find purchase on my chest, lifting nearly off me before slamming back down.

“Fuck yes, baby,” I groan, my hands gripping her waist. “Look at you, taking what you want. So fucking beautiful bouncing on my cock.”

She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders. The sight of her—feral and free above me—sends a jolt of lust through me.

“You feel so good inside me,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “So fucking deep when I ride your cock this way.”

I reach up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She gasps, her rhythm faltering momentarily before becoming more frenzied.

“That’s it,” I encourage, pinching the sensitive buds. “Use me, baby. Use my cock to make yourself come.”

Her eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. “I’m going to come all over your cock,” she says, each word punctuated by the slap of her skin against mine. “Going to make such a fucking mess of you.”

Christ. Her dirty talk nearly sends me over the edge right there.

“I knew you had this in you,” I rasp, watching her ride me with abandon. “From the first time I saw your art. All that passion, that sexuality barely contained on canvas.” I twist her nipples again, harder this time. “You’ve been holding back your whole life, haven’t you?”

“Not anymore,” she pants, grinding down particularly hard. “Not with you.”

“Show me then. Show me exactly how filthy that mind of yours is.”

“I want you to fill me up,” she purrs, her voice commanding in a way I’ve never heard before. “Want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs every fucking day. Want everyone to know I’m yours, that you’ve claimed me, marked me as yours inside and out.”

“Fuck, Bianca.” My control shatters as her walls tighten around me. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to last,” she taunts, leaning down to bite my lower lip. “Maybe I want to drain every last drop from you.”

Bianca leans forward, her lips brushing my ear as she continues to ride me with abandon.

“You feel so fucking good inside me,” she purrs, her voice dropping to that husky tone that makes my cock throb.

Her hips roll in a figure-eight motion that has me seeing stars.

“Want to walk around tomorrow feeling sore, reminding me who I belong to.”

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, gripping her ass harder.

“You want that too, don’t you?” She pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me, her gaze predatory. “Want to breed your little slut? Fill me with your cum until it overflows?” She punctuates each filthy question with a deliberate grind of her hips. “Want to ruin me for anyone else?”

Her words push me dangerously close to the edge. I thrust up to meet her movements, feeling her thighs begin to tremble.

“That’s it,” she moans, her rhythm becoming erratic. “Fuck your cum into me. Make me yours, Knox. Mark me from the inside.”

I can’t hold back anymore—her words and the sight of her taking her pleasure so brazenly—it’s all too much. I explode inside her with a guttural groan, holding her hips flush against mine as I empty everything I have.

“Good boy,” she purrs, grinding down on my pulsing cock as her own orgasm hits. “Breeding me so good. Filling me up just like I need.”

Holy fuck. Those words from her mouth nearly make me come again.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” I rasp, watching her shudder through her climax.

Instead of collapsing beside me, Bianca remains seated on my cock. She traces patterns on my chest, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“What happens now?” she asks.

“Now?” I run my hands up her thighs. “Now we figure out how to live our lives without Russian mobsters interrupting.”

She laughs, the sound vibrating through our connected bodies. “I’m serious, Knox.”

“So am I.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you with me. Not just for the year from the Hunt. For good.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “For good?”

I nod, suddenly certain of what I want more than anything. This woman—fierce, passionate, unafraid—is it for me. There’s no going back now.

“I’m going to marry you, Bianca Hayes,” I declare, watching her smile grow. “Maybe not tomorrow, but someday. And there’s not a fucking thing in this world that will stop me.”

Bianca’s eyes glisten as she processes my words. For a moment, she stares at me, straddling my hips with our bodies connected most intimately. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than in this silence, waiting for her reaction.

“Knox Blackwood,” she finally whispers, shaking her head slightly. “You are (in no way the man that I expected.”

“Disappointed?” I ask, trying to mask my uncertainty with a smirk.

She traces her fingertips along my jawline, her touch feather-light. “The opposite.”

The tension in my chest eases. I’ve faced down armed men without flinching, but this woman has the power to bring me to my knees with just a look.

“I thought you were just a self-serving playboy,” she continues, her fingers exploring my face as if memorizing every feature. “A dangerous man who wanted to possess me. Like I am merely a means to an end, an itch to scratch.”

“I am dangerous,” I remind her. “And I do want to possess you.”

“But there’s more.” Her voice softens. “So much more that you’ve been hiding.”

I swallow hard, feeling exposed in ways that have nothing to do with (the fact that our clothes are scattered on the floor. “Nobody else gets to see this part of me.”

Bianca leans down slowly, her hair creating a curtain around our faces. The air between us feels charged with a deep-seated emotion.

“I want all of you, Knox,” she breathes against my lips. “The dangerous parts, the possessive parts. Even the parts you think no one could ever love.”

Before I can respond, she closes the distance between us. Her lips meet mine in a kiss unlike any we’ve shared before—tender, unhurried, achingly sweet. There’s no battle for dominance, no desperate need, just a pure connection that makes my chest ache.

I’ve kissed countless women, but never like this. Never with my soul laid bare.

When she finally pulls back, I see everything I’m feeling reflected in her eyes.