Page 16 of Knox (The Devil’s Luck MC #6)

CAROLINE

I was about to fuck Nathaniel “Royal Flush” Knox, one of the Devil’s Luck MC. The cocky bastard who ruined my plan at the poker den just two days ago. The man who got me tied to a chair by my father.

The man who saved me from a cruel fate.

The man who risked his own neck with his president for his club’s greatest enemy.

The man who took me far, far away from my father, who now only wanted to punish me.

The man who was about to fuck me right .

I didn’t trust easily—at all. I didn’t trust any man as far as I could throw them.

All they were good for was violence, spilling blood, and clawing for money and power.

Sometimes they were accessible for an occasional fuck.

But for me, that was all they would be: fleeting pleasure, a physical transaction.

I refused to form attachments, and usually the bachelor Wolverines I’d fucked were glad to do the same.

No one wanted to be in any kind of relationship with Walter Bates’s daughter.

It escaped me why a Devil’s Luck was interested in me at all—if that was why Knox was kissing me right now.

I had no idea why he hadn’t hogtied me and tossed me in the river to fend for myself or die for all the terrible things my father and I had done to his MC.

Instead, his hand was gripping the underside of my thigh, slowly lowering me onto my back on the mattress.

Knox loomed over me, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away. I just let him touch and kiss me as much as I wanted to touch and kiss him last night when I was drowning in pain and trauma. Now I was sober and feeling like my entire world was tipping over, and I was falling.

But maybe I was falling into something better.

I stopped overthinking when Knox’s tongue parted my lips and swept into my mouth.

He groaned deep in his throat. His hand slipped under my shirt—his shirt that I stole from the drawers built into the bed frame.

They were rough and callused but warm. A shiver went down my spine, and I gasped into the kiss.

My fingers fisted in the sheets. He smelled like leather and the faint iron tang of blood.

My split lip stung when he nibbled it, but I barely felt it. His hands were scraping my sides and it felt so damn good. Heat pulsed between my thighs, and I hoped he wouldn’t mind me getting the crotch of his pants wet when he made me come.

My hands roamed, too. His dark stubble bristled against my palm, making a scraping sound when I ran my thumb across his cheekbone. My eyes were closed as he kissed me deeper, pressing me into the mattress with his heavy body. I never closed my eyes when I had sex.

Knox was different. He was a good different.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d chucked the one I was wearing into the trash under one of the cabinets. It had blood on it. So when Knox’s hands cupped the warm, heavy velvet of my right breast, I arched my back with another gasp and shiver.

Knox chuckled dark and low in his chest, his lips now at my throat. “Just that makes you gasp, spitfire? What am I going to hear when I really start touching you?”

His thumb brushed over my peaked nipple, and I clapped my lips tight to stop another gasp. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I was easy.

“Oh, come on now,” he murmured, pressing his hips into mine. “Let it out. I want to hear every whimper.” Knox nipped at my earlobe. “Every gasp.” He kissed my jaw. “Every scream .”

My eyes flew open at the first feel of his hard cock against my pelvis. I could see it straining against his jeans. The pulsing low in my belly tightened, starting to pound at the anticipation of seeing it spring free.

But I wasn’t some meek woman who turned to putty at the first growl. I took Knox’s face between my hands and said, “I’ll make you work for it, Royal.”

Knox’s grin was wicked. “Challenge accepted.”

His hand pushed up my breast, and I snapped, “Take my shirt off already, fucker.”

“Ah, she doesn’t want to wait,” Knox purred, doing as ordered. I wriggled to help. At the sight of my exposed tits, he sat up on his knees to admire the view. The hunger in his eyes was infuriatingly attractive. “Perfect.”

I rolled my eyes, fingers fumbling with his jeans button. “Please. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Knox’s hand shot down, knocking mine away. In a blink, he pinned both my wrists above my head, his grip firm and unrelenting. The pain was secondary.

“I haven’t seen you,” he growled, low and dangerous. “And don’t insult me by lumping yourself in with other women. I don’t fuck around. If I’m taking something this personal, I make it mine.”

His free hand drifted down to skim the waistband of my oversized jeans like a threat.

My breath caught. I smirked up at him. “If you think pinning me down is gonna make me behave, you’re as delusional as you are cocky.”

Knox lowered his head to my throat again, his mouth dragging across my hammering pulse. “Who said I wanted you to behave?”

Oh, fuck.

My toes curled, and I readied to snark back, but he cut me off with a kiss of bruising force. I forgot what I was going to say.

Knox pulled away slightly. “What, lost for words at a little kiss?”

My eyes fluttered open just to narrow at him. I gripped the hair at the back of his neck, tugging, scraping my nails across his skin. His jaw clenched, and he flattened me further into the mattress under his weight in retaliation. “You think I have a shortage of?—”

Knox unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with such force that I gasped. “Keep talking,” he murmured. “Let’s see how long you can keep your smart mouth running while I’m inside you.”

“Hurry up then,” I said breathlessly, wriggling my hips.

Together we worked to get the jeans off, and I was just in my panties.

Knox chuckled. “The Wolverine’s right hand wears boy shorts.” He slipped a finger under the hem and snapped it. “Hm. What a satisfying sound.” Knox leaned in, nibbling my earlobe again. “Not as much as your moans will be.”

“I am nothing if not practical,” I said breathlessly, my skin smarting. Knox was so different from the man he had been only minutes ago. He was cocky, but he was respectful—respectable. Now he was making me clench around nothing, desperate to be filled.

Knox slid his index finger under the waistband of my underwear, humming thoughtfully. “Is that what sex is to you? Practical?”

“Yes.”

The heat and hunger in his eyes flickered. His wicked smirk faltered. I never regretted that word more.

Knox’s voice was low when he spoke, but it didn’t growl this time—it rumbled. “Survivor,” he said, almost to himself. Then his tone sharpened, and the alpha came back full force. “You want control. You want the upper hand. Because it’s the only way you feel safe. I get that.”

His hand pinning my wrists moved down to cup my breast while the other hand tugged my panties down to the side, not quite revealing what was underneath yet. It made me irritated. Just rip them off already!

Then it vanished when Knox leaned in to kiss a path up my collarbone to my lips. “But with me,” he murmured, “you don’t have to fight. You don’t have to outsmart or outrun or outplay anyone.”

His forehead touched mine. Tears sprang to my eyes, unbidden.

“You can just breathe, Caroline. Just let go. Let me take care of you. Not use you. Not hurt you. Not break you. Just treat you right.”

He pulled back so we could lock eyes. No one had ever said my name that way—soft, gentle, husky, like it was more than just a barked order to obey whatever command my father gave.

“Let me show you what it feels like when sex isn’t practical—it’s personal.”

My throat was tight. This time, I really was at a loss for words. All I could do was nod and wait for a man to finally treat me like I wasn’t just a quick fuck. To submit to pleasure on my terms.

My fingers curled in his sleeves.

Knox’s gaze softened, and he uncurled my fingers, interlacing them with his. “ Relax , Caroline.”

I exhaled through my mouth, letting my body go limp beneath him. I didn’t have to fight or survive. I just had to feel . “Okay.”

Knox kissed me again. It started slow and tender, like he was sealing his words into promise—and then it got faster, harder, and he started rolling his hips, pressing his hard cock into me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

My free hand yanked my panties down. Before I could get them halfway down my thighs, Knox yanked them off. My legs were suddenly in the air, and he was standing between them, panting, staring at my already-damp clit.

Knox licked his lips. I didn’t know whether to close my legs or spread them wider.

He lowered to his knees, spreading mine with his hands. Already forgetting to let him lead, I sat up to watch.

Knox rolled his eyes. “Do I need to ask permission to lick your pussy?”

“Fuck,” I whispered. My core pulsed harder, hotter. “Do it. Now.”

He chuckled darkly and leaned in. His hands spread my legs wider, keeping them open for him. His eyes, blue as hell, locked onto mine—and he dragged his tongue over my clit. Slow, deliberate, teasing. And the moment it slid between my folds, I knew I was fucking doomed.

My fingers clenched the sheets. I didn’t bite back my gasp as I watched him lick me deeper as if savoring me. My legs trembled. My libido was off the fucking charts as I pulsed under the rhythmic laps of his tongue.

Knox’s hands slid under my ass, lifting me slightly for another angle.

A whimper escaped my lips. I wriggled my hips. “Knox—I want you in?—”

Knox fucking growled , his grip tightening. He was keeping me exactly where he wanted me to be, and I had a feeling he was keeping me there until he was finished with me. “Come for me, spitfire.”

“Not yet,” I gasped back. My thighs were trembling, my back arching as he tongue-fucked me. I wanted to break apart and release, but?—

Knox withdrew. I sucked in a gasp and scrambled for him. How dare he stop!