Page 48 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

BIANCA

I duck under Helen’s swing, pivoting on my heel to deliver a sharp elbow to her ribs—pulling the impact at the last second. She grins in approval, her lean frame barely flinching.

“Good! Your reactions are getting faster.” Helen circles me, her eyes calculating. “Now, what if someone grabs you from behind?”

Before I can answer, she’s behind me, arms wrapped around my torso. I don’t hesitate. Drop my weight, twist, using her momentum against her. The move sends Helen stumbling forward as I break free.

“Perfect execution,” she praises, straightening her tank top. “Knox, your girl’s a natural.”

From his position against the bar, Knox watches with undisguised pride. Purgatory feels different in daylight—less sinister, more like an empty theater waiting for its performers. For three weeks now, it’s been our training ground.

“Again,” I demand, wiping sweat from my forehead. “This time with the knife defense.”

Helen pulls a rubber training knife from her pocket. “Remember?—”

“Distance is my friend. Control the weapon, not the person,” I recite, settling into a ready stance.

She lunges. I sidestep, catch her wrist, twist until the knife clatters to the floor. What happens next surprises even me—I follow through with a sweep that sends Helen sprawling onto her back.

“Holy shit,” she laughs from the floor. “Where did that come from?”

I extend my hand to help her up, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Guess I’ve been paying attention.”

Knox approaches, handing me a bottle of water. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs.

What strikes me most isn’t his pride—it’s that he’s never once tried to teach me himself. He found Helen, the best instructor in Ravenwood Hollow, because he wanted me to learn properly. Not to impress him. Not to ease his worries. But for me.

“Same time Thursday?” Helen asks, gathering her gear.

I nod, catching my breath. After she leaves, Knox wraps his arms around my waist.

“Feel stronger?” he asks against my hair.

“I do.” I turn in his embrace. “Thank you for this. For not trying to lock me away after what happened.”

His fingers trace my jawline. “Your freedom, your strength—they’re what make you you. I’d never take that away.”

I notice Knox’s eyes darkening as he watches me, his gaze trailing over my sweat-glistened skin.

“What?” I ask, tilting my head.

“You have no idea how fucking hot that was,” he growls, his hand sliding down to grip my hip. “Watching you take Helen down like that.”

I feel the hardness of him pressing against me through his jeans. “You like that I can fight back now?”

“I’ve always liked your fire,” he says, voice rough. “But seeing it in action...”

His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I match his intensity, adrenaline flooding my veins from training. When we break apart, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the back hallway.

“Your office?” I question, breathless.

“Can’t wait any longer,” is all he says.

The moment his office door closes behind us, Knox spins me around, pressing me against the wall. His hands are everywhere—sliding under my tank top, gripping my thighs, tangling in my hair.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs against my neck. “How seeing you fight makes me want to claim you right there in front of Helen?”

My response is cut off as he lifts me, carrying me to his desk in three long strides. With one sweep of his arm, he clears the surface, papers fluttering to the floor.

“Bend over,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I comply, my heart racing as I feel him move behind me, his hands rough as they slide my leggings down.

“That’s it,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “My fierce, beautiful warrior.”

The cool surface of the desk contrasts with the heat of my skin as Knox positions himself behind me.

“Never stop fighting,” he whispers in my ear. “Never stop being exactly who you are.”

His hands grip my hips with bruising intensity as he positions himself against me. The cool desk beneath my stomach contrasts with the heat radiating between us.

“I need you,” I gasp, glancing over my shoulder to meet his hungry gaze. “Now.”

Knox growls, low and primal. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me,” I demand, my voice stronger than I ever thought possible. “Hard. Like you’ve been thinking about while watching me train.”

His sharp intake of breath tells me my words hit their mark. “You have no idea what I’ve been thinking about.”

“Show me,” I challenge.

Knox reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My breath catches as I realize his intentions.

“We haven’t done this since...” My voice trails off, remembering the Hunt, the other men watching, touching.

“Since I shared you,” he finishes, his voice dark with possession. “But now it’s just us.”

The cool liquid makes me gasp as he works it against my tight entrance, his fingers gentle yet insistent. I arch my back, offering myself to him.

“You liked it then,” he murmurs, working a finger inside me. “Tell me you want this now.”

“Yes,” I breathe, dropping my forehead to the cool desktop. “I want you there.”

Knox adds another finger, stretching me carefully despite his obvious need to be inside me. I push back against his hand, silently begging for more.

“So fucking eager,” he growls, removing his fingers.

I hear the rustling of fabric as he frees himself, then feel the blunt pressure against my prepared entrance. He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion.

“God, your ass feels incredible,” he groans as he sinks deeper.

When he’s fully seated inside me, I feel him reach for something else. My eyes widen as I see the dildo in his hand.

“Remember how full you were?” he asks, positioning the toy at my entrance. “How you came harder than you ever have before?”

Before I can respond, he slides the dildo inside my pussy. The sensation of being completely filled in both holes is overwhelming.

“Knox!” I cry out as an intense orgasm crashes through me without warning. I feel the rush of wetness as I squirt around the dildo, my inner walls clenching rhythmically.

“Perfect,” Knox praises, his voice strained as he starts to move inside me. “My perfect anal slut.”

The crude words only intensify my pleasure. “Your cock feels so good in my ass,” I moan, pushing back to take him deeper. “I’ve been thinking about this—about being filled like this again.”

I tremble with aftershocks as Knox thrusts into me, the dual sensations of his cock in my ass and the dildo in my pussy overwhelming my senses.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, Knox grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upward.

My back arches sharply as he pulls me against his chest, his movements never slowing.

“Such a good little cock slut,” he growls into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “So desperate to be filled with dick. Look at you. It’s beautiful the way your body yields to mine, the way it swallows my cock so greedily every time.”

I whimper as he twists the dildo inside me while driving deeper into my ass. The stretch burns most deliciously.

“If you’re good,” Knox continues, his voice rough with desire, “I might occasionally let you have fun with other dicks. Because I want you to be satisfied for the rest of your life. Want to watch you getting filled, coming apart like this.”

Despite the haze of pleasure clouding my thoughts, his words penetrate my consciousness. I turn my head to meet his eyes.

“I just want you,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re all I need.”

His lips curve into that dangerous smile I’ve come to crave.

“Maybe so,” Knox says, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. “But there’s no harm in you knowing it’s okay if you want to have a little extra fun occasionally.

” His free hand slides around to circle my clit, making my legs shake.

“I like seeing my girl full of cock, taking it hard and deep, having some of the best orgasms of her life.”

The image his words create—him watching me, controlling the pleasure—sends another wave of heat through me. I tighten around the dual intrusions, feeling another climax building.

The submissive side of me melts away, replaced by a wilder, darker instinct.

“You like that?” I purr, pushing back to take him deeper. “You like watching your little slut getting stuffed full of someone else’s cock?”

Knox’s rhythm falters, his grip on my hair tightening.

“I fucking love it when you fill both my holes,” I continue, voice dripping with need. “Makes me feel like the filthy whore I am for you.”

Knox groans, his thrusts becoming less controlled. I sense his restraint slipping away.

“God, your cock feels so fucking huge in my ass,” I moan, rolling my hips. “No one’s ever fucked my ass like you do. No one’s ever made me this wet, this desperate to be used.”

“Fuck, Bianca,” Knox growls, his voice strained. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting closer.

“I want to feel you come deep in my ass,” I gasp as he twists the dildo again. “Want to be your cum dump. Your personal breeding slut. Fill me up, Knox.”

His breathing becomes ragged; his movements are erratic. I’ve pushed him to the edge.

“Be a good girl and come for me first,” he demands, voice thick with need. “Come on that dildo right now while I’m plowing your tight little ass.”

The command, coupled with the perfect pressure of the edge of the desk rubbing against my clit and the fullness stretching me open, sends me careening over the edge. My inner walls clamp down around his cock and the dildo.

“That’s it,” Knox praises through gritted teeth. “Taking it so fucking well.”

I feel him swell impossibly larger before he slams deep, holding himself flush against me.

“I love breeding this perfect fucking ass,” he groans, each pulse of his release punctuated by a slight thrust. “I love filling you up with cum, princess.”

He continues cursing, praising, claiming as he empties himself inside me, his grip bruising on my hips.

Knox carefully pulls out of me, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not leaving you empty,” he murmurs, reaching into his desk drawer.

My eyes widen as he produces a sleek, blue, jeweled butt plug, though this one is larger than the last one. “You planned this?”

“I plan everything when it comes to you.” His smile is wicked as he applies lube to the toy. “I want my cum to stay inside you. Want you to feel me with every step you take today.”

The thought of carrying part of him inside me sends a wave of heat through me. I arch my back, offering myself to him.

“So fucking perfect,” he breathes as he presses the plug against my sensitive opening. The pressure builds until it pops into my ass. Once seated, the jeweled base rests perfectly between my cheeks.

Knox helps me stand on shaky legs, turning me to face him. His expression shifts from lustful to vulnerable. The transformation takes my breath away.

He cups my face gently, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “You know what this is between us, right?”

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden lump in my throat.

“I’ve never said it before,” he continues, voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t think I was capable of it until you. But Bianca, I love you. I fucking love you so much it terrifies me.”

Time stops. The world narrows to just his eyes—those beautiful eyes now stripped of all their usual defenses.

“I love you too,” I whisper, the words flowing easily. They’ve lived inside me for weeks, waiting for this moment. “So much, Knox.”

His lips crash against mine, but there’s nothing desperate or demanding about this kiss. It’s cherishing. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer, his heartbeat thundering against my chest.

When we finally break apart, I see tears glistening in his eyes. Knox Blackwood—dangerous, untamable Knox—is crying for me. Because of me.

“You’ve ruined me,” he murmurs against my lips. “In the best possible way.”

I press my lips to his again, savoring the tenderness of this moment. How surreal that I’m standing here, my body humming from his touch, my heart overflowing with love for Knox Blackwood.

This man, whom I had despised. Who I swore I’d never give myself to.

Just months ago, I slapped his face in Elliot’s gallery when he touched me without permission. I rejected his calls, deleted his texts, and told myself he was nothing but trouble, determined to resist his pull, convinced I was strong enough to deny the electricity between us.

Then came the Hollow’s Hunt. That black envelope with its red trim that changed everything.

I remember standing in that maze, heart pounding as I heard the horn signaling the hunters’ release. How terrified I was when Knox found me. How I fought him.

He hunted me down. Made me beg. Forced me to acknowledge desires I’d never admitted to myself. And somehow, in surrendering, I found freedom.

From prey to partner. From resistance to love.

I pull back, meeting his gaze. “If someone had told me when I first met you that I’d end up here—loving you, living with you, letting you...” I glance down at where the plug sits inside me, “...fuck me in every way imaginable, I would have thought they were insane.”

The irony isn’t lost on me. How completely I’ve given myself to the very man I was determined to resist. How willingly I’ve surrendered to his dominance while discovering my own power.

“And yet,” I whisper against his lips, “I can’t imagine being anywhere else but here.”