Page 17 of Knox (The Devil’s Luck MC #6)

“Caroline,” he grunted. “Fucking relax. ” His hands pressed hard down on my thighs, punishing, keeping me open and still. “You’re not running this.”

I tried to buck my hips, but he was too strong to budge, fingers digging into my skin just enough to make sure I knew who was in control here.

“You fight everything. Everyone. Hell, maybe even yourself.” His thumb dragged a slow, punishing line down the inside of my thigh. “But not me. Not here.”

Knox leaned over me. Lips brushed the shell of my ear, voice dropping to a dangerous rasp. “Stop clawing so hard to be in charge. You don’t have to lead this, spitfire. You don’t have to fight me for it.”

“I—”

To shut me up, Knox took my tit in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak. “I’m gonna take care of you,” he promised darkly. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. And you’re gonna let me.”

He pulled away again to glare, daring me to fight back. I glared back until I realized he was right. Just let go, Caroline. He’s not like the others.

Knox suddenly rose to his feet, unbuttoning his pants and dropping them. His cock strained against his boxers. “Now be a good girl and give it up, Caroline. Let me make you fall the fuck apart.”

That was the final push.

I surrendered completely.

I nodded. Knox grinned, knowing he’d tamed me—at least for now. He pulled his shirt off.

Fuck. He was in good shape.

His hand went to my clit before I realized. One finger slipped in, already stroking. I gasped but didn’t close my eyes because his other hand was pulling down his boxers. Then his cock sprang free, and what the fuck .

“You’re huge,” I panted, whimpering when he added another finger inside me while he stroked himself.

“Come for me, spitfire,” Knox ordered, coaxing me to wet his fingers. “Don’t fight it.”

The first wave of pleasure washed through me. Knox hummed darkly in satisfaction. “That’s right. Just like that. Are you ready for me, Caroline?”

Knox climbed over me, lining himself up with my wetness. He braced his hands on either side of my head. My eyes roamed his toned body, his abs, his arms rippling with muscle. He had several tattoos, but deciphering them was the last thing on my mind when the tip teased my entrance.

“So wet for me,” he rumbled. “See? You can trust me, Caroline.”

Trust was a word I didn’t believe in.

But right now?

I trusted Knox to send me off the edge.

I scrabbled at his arms, digging my nails in. “Shut up and?—”

And then Knox thrust himself inside me.

My back arched off the bed as my body rippled with pain and pleasure. Hell, he really was massive. Bigger than any Wolverine I’d fucked in a dark closet. “Knox, you’re?—”

Knox’s hands squeezed my thighs with bruising force. “Take it all, Caroline. I know you can.”

Of course I did. We adjusted together. And then he set a pace that made me forget my father and Vane entirely.

Knox fucked me senseless, coaxing me, ordering me. I obeyed every command and responded to every touch. It was all on instinct.

And when he growled, “Fucking come for me, spitfire,” I shattered.

I didn’t even care how pitiful my scream was. It made Knox hum in approval, grinning like a savage, swearing, so fucking proud of himself for dragging that orgasm out of me. Smug bastard.

We weren’t done. He needed to follow.

I was wrecked—shaking, my head spinning—and pliant to obey him, but it still pissed me off that he was holding out.

My eyes fluttered open and I gave him my own wicked smirk. “You really gonna hover there like some cocky son of a bitch and not come for me?” I rasped.

Knox’s jaw ticked like I’d poked the bear—but not hard enough.

I dragged my nails down his back, light but tantalizing, making him twitch under my fingers—his back muscles and against my pulsing inner walls. He winced, fighting against the tables I’d turned real quick.

“You can’t just push me off the cliff and watch,” I told him in my darkest, smoothest murmur, “without falling, too.”

His head dropped down closer to mine, and he stared at me like he could kill me and fuck me at the same time. “I thought?—”

I shushed his growl with a finger to his lips. “Come for me , Nathaniel, or I swear I’ll make you .”

I locked my thighs around his waist, rolling my hips mercilessly slowly, but he was still holding on. Stubborn ass. He didn’t like that I was taking control.

“Fuck, woman?—”

I tightened my thighs higher around his waist, locking him in place as easily as he could hold me. Then I clenched hard around him. I rocked my hips in devastating circles, dragging every inch of him further into me. “You feel that? That’s me taking exactly what I want from you.”

Knox’s hand shot to my throat, holding me steady, not hard, but firm enough to keep my eyes locked to his. He tried to take the lead, kissing me hard, but I bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan. “Caroline?—”

“Look at me, Nate,” I snapped. “I want to see it when you break.”

Knox lost it at the likely forbidden nickname. His whole body locked up, face twisting, and he finally let go, spilling into me with a final groan as he collapsed against me, entirely spent.

I grinned against his shoulder, breathless, victorious. “Good boy.”