Page 56 of Doomed

“Found you,” he says, his voice low and dangerous as the door he entered from seals shut.

I back away until my shoulders hit the wall behind me, my chest heaving with each rapid breath. The porcelain mask suddenly feels too tight against my face, trapping the heat of my flushed skin.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Knox,” I hiss, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs.

He tilts his head, eyes crinkling above his blue mask in what I know is a smirk. “Now why would I do that?” His voice is smooth as silk, playful even as he stalks toward me. “When your pussy is weeping for my cock?”

My face burns hot at his crude words. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can smell it a fucking mile off, Bianca.” He closes the distance between us, not touching me yet, but close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him. “So wet and needy to be filled.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, pressing my back harder against the wall as if I could somehow disappear through it.

Knox chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.” He places one hand on the wall beside my head, leaning in. “But I want to hear you beg for it first.” His fingers trace a feather-light path down my arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Tell me what you want, Bianca.”

“Nothing from you,” I manage, but my voice comes out breathless and weak.

Knox presses against me, the hard length of him evident through his leather pants. My body responds traitorously, a rush of wetness between my thighs making me squeeze them together.

“Your body says otherwise.” His hand cups my face with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing across my lower lip. “I’m not going to force you. I want you to ask for it.” His other hand skims down my side, resting on my hip. “I want you to say, ‘Please fuck me, Knox.’“

A whimper escapes before I can stop it. His touch awakens every nerve ending, sending waves of sensation crashing through me.

“Four little words,” he murmurs. “And I’ll give you everything you’ve been fantasizing about.”

I jerk my head away from his touch, summoning what little resolve I have left.

“You think I’m going to give in after three months of this cat-and-mouse bullshit?” The words come out stronger than I feel. “You’ve been chasing me since the moment we met, Knox. What makes you think tonight changes anything? All of your push andpull bullshit, where you try to convince me you’re human, only to do a complete one-eighty in the next breath, that shows you are, in fact, just that. An asshole. And you think that could ever make me want to fuck you?”

“Because tonight, there’s nowhere to run.”

I laugh. “So what? You think trapping me in some sex dungeon is going to make me spread my legs and beg?”

“No.” His hand slides from my hip to my thigh, playing with the hem of my dress. “But that delicious tremor whenever I touch you speaks volumes.”

I slap his hand away. “Keep dreaming, Blackwood. A physical reaction isn’t necessarily a good thing.”

“Always so fucking defiant.” He doesn’t sound angry—he sounds delighted. “It’s what I love about you.”

“I’m not yours to love,” I snap back.

Knox steps back slightly. “Not yet.”

Before I can respond, he drops to his knees before me, the movement so unexpected I freeze. His hands slide up my calves, under my dress, moving so agonizingly slow up my thighs that it makes me want to scream.

“What are you doing?” My voice comes out embarrassingly breathless.

“Showing you what you’ve been missing.” His fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and his eyes widen when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear. “Fucking hell, Bianca. Were you planning to get caught?”

“No,” I lie, even as heat floods my face.

Knox’s laugh is dark and knowing. He lifts the hem of my dress, exposing me to his hungry gaze. I should stop him. But I remain frozen, my back pressed against the wall, my heart hammering in my chest.

“No panties, dripping wet... tell me again how you don’t want this.” He leans forward, so close I can feel his breath againstmy pussy. But he doesn’t touch me, he pulls his mask down around his neck and simply blows a cool stream of air against my swollen clit.

I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily toward his mouth. The teasing sensation is maddening—so close to what I need but still too fucking far away.

“Fuck,” I whimper, my fingers glide through his hair, fisting the soft strands, unable to decide if I want to push him away or pull him closer.