Page 12 of Fright Night (Twisted Holidays #3)

ELEVEN

KNOX

How many nights was she sleeping down the hall from me and I dreamed this exact scenario? Me crouched over her, Oakley flushed from desire and adrenaline, utterly at my mercy until she comprehends the truth behind her feelings.

She wants me. It’s not cocky to think when it’s a blatant fact.

It’s in the rosiness in her cheeks and her heavy breaths. In the way she’s not fighting, nor denying her desire. It’s in her bright eyes as she stares up at me; a bit wide with an appropriate amount of fright, but excited too. More like she’s scared by her reactions—or lack thereof.

I lower my head, smirking when she pushes herself deeper into the mattress. It can only let her go so far, and when my nose brushes hers, it breaks the barrier on her carefully wound restraint.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Testing how far we can make this go.”

Two years is a long time to go fantasizing about something and be kept away.

“This isn’t smart, Knox.”

This is my greatest idea yet.

“I don’t desire you.” Her argument doesn’t hold the amount of venom she intends it to have.

“You desire fear.” I lift my head, brushing my nose along her cheek while inhaling her scent. “And the freedom it brings.”

“Fear and desire don’t go together.”

“Did you not hear me when I just explained the different reactions it creates?” I move down her neck, biting down on my smile when her breath hikes and those perfect breasts of hers near, like she’s inviting me there. “If you need a reminder how they go together, I’ll be happy to give it.”

“What are you saying?”

She knows what I’m saying.

“What are you asking?” I counter.

I know what she’s asking but I want her to say it.

“Why are you being like this?”

“Because you were always meant to be shown a darker part of desire, Trickster. We’ve been on this ride for a while, you and I. Your little lie to the police pissed me off, but not for the reasons you’re thinking. Your actions took me away from you and that…that I will not forgive.”

My lips trail to the sliced part of her shirt, my breath blowing hot over her chest. Her nipples form hard buds that tempt me to bite them.

Soon. Not yet.

“Are you…are you saying you like me? You have a messed-up way of showing it, if so.”

I smile into her skin, letting my tongue slip out to dab between her breasts. “You’re the only person I’ve allowed to speak to me the way you do. Do the things you do. No one else is granted that allowance. Why’s that so hard to understand?”

She’s silent, thinking, her throat moving with her swallow. She can take all the time in the world as long as she remains motionless so I can continue tasting her.

“This is a trick.”

If she believes it is, she won’t relax, which might be better because I really crave seeing her get off on her fear.

“Maybe, maybe not. That’s for you to decide.”

I continue down her shirt, the material a barrier, but when my teeth scrape over the hard buds of her nipples, she releases a breathy moan that signals keep going .

I slide off her long enough to flip her to her front.

An arm beneath her hips repositions her onto her knees and before she can look at me, I push a hand between her shoulder blades until her face lands in the mattress.

Her wrists in one hand, the knife still in my other, she’s rendered submissive.

I trace the blade down her spine, watching as her creamy skin ripples with goosebumps.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a point. Scared?”

“A bit.” She pauses. “You won’t hurt me. Not for real.”

I’d cut my own hand off before actually harming her, but she doesn’t need to know that yet. “Won’t I?”

I drag the knife a bit harder this time, until a thin line of blood forms. Nothing deep enough she’d feel more than a minor sting, but enough to build up her anxiety.

“Knox?” She tries to twist her head.

The blade descends her spine, by her hips, and over her ass before cutting away her panties. Those I pocket.

Bared, she squirms. Bared, I wish there was more light in the room so everything could be visible.

I flip the knife to slide the hilt between her thighs, not surprised at all when the handle glides smoothly. Pulling it away, the handle glistens with a sweet coating, and I show it to her, using the grip on her wrists to arch her farther backwards.

“If you’re scared, tell me what this is.”

“A knife.”

“No.” I bring it to her lips, forcing her to taste it. “This. Tell me what that sweet taste is.”

She sucks the handle for a few seconds and I swear I could come from the sight alone.

“Say it, Oakley.”

“I’m wet.”

I hum, dropping the knife beside her, my point now made.

“Yeah, you are. Because you get off on the fear. Tell me, Trickster, was it more or less exciting when you thought I was someone else?” I lean over her back, my teeth scraping her shoulders—tight with anxiety.

“You honestly believe I’d let anyone else see you like this?

Picturing you with others in my absence was pure agony.

There’s no fuckin’ way anyone else will be getting their hands on you now that I’m back. ”

I lift off her and send a sharp swat to her bare ass, enjoying the way the skin moves beneath my palm—and her responding breathy moan. I do it again, only this time, let my fingers linger in the dampness between her legs.

“You never told me which part excites you. Thinking I was someone else, or did you only find pleasure when realizing I was me? When you woke up to find yourself tied and blindfolded. You think I didn’t notice the way you rocked your pussy up on me?

” Emphasizing my own words, I sway into her.

My cock is demanding to be freed, but tonight isn’t about me.

It’s about making a point.

“Or was it when I put you on your hands and knees?” I grip her wrists, reminding her of her current position. “You like it rough?”

Now, it’s her time to be silent. I suppose, after freaking her out earlier, it’s only fair.

Doesn’t mean I’ll stand for it.

I slap her again, this time over her clit, and she lurches forward. My hand comes away damp, which I won’t resist from tasting. From finally sating my long-standing craving.

“Answer me,” I demand around a groan. She’s so fucking sweet. She’s everything I’ve been missing in life.

“All of it.”

Her admittance renders me frozen, surprised she responded after such little encouragement—and equally stunned by what she said.

“Repeat that.”

“All of it,” she whispers into the mattress. “Thinking it was someone else—no, because I couldn’t be sure what you told them to do. But you wouldn’t do all this and actually hurt me. And yes, you’re right, okay? The fear…it excited me.”

It did more than excite her, but I won’t break little Oakley’s fantasy.

I rub her ass where I’ve now spanked her a couple times, smiling when she arches. Whether she realizes her actions or not is something else, but something I’m happy to prove to her soon.

“Let me feel that fear for myself, Oakley.”

It’s the phrase probing for consent. The moment she can tell me to fuck off, that she truly doesn’t want this, that her being wet is simply biology.

Much to my pleasure, she huffs out a husky noise and shifts her thighs, giving me all I need to slide two fingers deep inside her, her walls clamping tight. I curl my fingers, seeking the sensitive spot while my palm rotates her clit.

“Fuck.” Her cry is muffled into the mattress, which simply won’t do. I release her hands to grasp her hair and arch her farther, ensuring there’s no way she’ll be able to hide her desire from me.

“So, so wet, Trickster.”

Sloppy noises fill the room from my fingering, paired occasionally by her curse or moan. My cock strains against my zipper, demanding freedom. Demanding to be inside her, but I have another plan for when that’ll happen, which sadly isn’t tonight.

Her arms shake, trying to keep herself upright, and she rocks backwards into me, pushing harder, faster, and I swear this girl couldn’t get any more perfect.

I fist her hair tighter, curving her backwards to the point of pain, but all she does is whimper and bite her bottom lip.

I thrust my fingers quicker, feeling the second she begins tightening like crazy. When wetness is about to pour from her.

So I pull my hand from between her legs, cutting off her orgasm with a frustrated growl from her.

“What the actual fuck , Knox?”

“Two years,” I remind her, with a tap between her legs, enjoying the way she jolts. “Two years without you and you think you’ll be coming after only a few minutes? Not fuckin’ happening.”

Amidst her whining, I sink my fingers back inside her, my thumb rotating her clit. She’s already sensitive, and it’s only a moment of thrusting before quivers threaten to take her down the path she’s still not ready for.

Once again, I remove my hand from between her legs, smirking when her loud curse reverberates through the room. She moves as if to flip over—probably to yell at me face-to-face—but I’m not done with her like this yet.

Torture isn’t meant to be kind.

After hindering her attempt, I drop to my knees beside the bed, unzip my pants to free my throbbing cock, and wrap my hands around her thighs, hauling her to the edge of the bed until her knees are barely balanced.

Her surprised shriek shifts into a moan almost immediately as I push down on her lower back, changing her angle for my needs until her dripping pussy is right there.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve stroked myself to the thought of you like this.”

Reality is so much fucking better.

Completing the age-old fantasy, I stroke my cock while wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her in place as my tongue delves into her heat. Finally the Halloween treat for my sweet tooth.

She cries out the starting syllables of my name and that right there is the best sound in the world. What’ll be better is when she says the complete four letters, but she won’t tonight. I know Oakley too well to believe she’d succumb so quickly.

“Fuck. Fuck… ” She rocks back into me, mindless in her need to orgasm.

My hand tightens around my cock, thumb rubbing precum down my length. Fuck, to feel her come around my tongue is all I want, but my plan doesn’t involve letting her tonight. She’ll be needy. She’ll hate me.

She’ll crave what only I’ll give her and that right there is what’ll terrify her.

Oakley’s always been the better one between us—but conniving when she wants to be as well. Right now, she desires this, but by morning she’ll convince herself otherwise. She’ll be too afraid to let herself go, and that’s when I’ll grant her that release.

When us truly frightens her.

Right now, she needs to realize there will be an us .

“Kno—fuck.”

My teeth scrape over her, tongue pulling out before thrusting back inside. Her thighs tense around my face, strong enough she could very well hold me there if I wasn’t so determined to ensure she stops on the edge.

Which is why, despite the fact that my own orgasm is close too, and she tastes like every delectable flavour in existence, I pull away to instead lay a gentle kiss on her throbbing clit, stand up, and zip myself back up.

“Two years,” I remind her again. “You’ll be lucky I don’t keep you on edge for the next two. Next time, don’t lie to the cops.”

Then I walk out of her room and let myself out of the house.