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But just as I turned to make a quick exit, his voice sliced through the locker room like a blade.

“Evans. My office. Now.”

My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat a frantic reminder that this was it. He saw me with Chris—saw everything, felt everything—and now I was about to pay for it.

I hesitated, caught between wanting to flee and the magnetic pull that always drew me back to him.

My stomach twisted into knots as I looked over at Knox, leaning casually against the doorframe of his office.

His expression was unreadable—something between anger and desire that made me feel exposed.

What did he want from me? Did he intend to push me further, test how much he could control me? Or would he confront me about Chris?

There was no denying it—I’d seen the flicker of possessiveness in his eyes earlier today when he’d caught sight of us together. And now, with every ounce of courage I could muster, I steeled myself for whatever awaited me behind that closed door.

“Just go,” I whispered to myself under my breath, but my feet felt rooted to the ground.

Knox’s eyes narrowed slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, the tension in his posture making it clear he wouldn’t repeat himself. I knew there was no escape from this moment—not anymore.

With a resigned sigh, I stepped toward him, feeling each stride weigh heavy with anticipation and dread. As soon as I reached the door frame, something inside me ignited—a mixture of defiance and uncertainty that pushed me forward despite everything swirling in my head.

I pushed open the door and walked into his office. The moment it shut behind me felt final—like sealing away every doubt and fear along with it.

Knox paced in front of me, his hands tangled in his hair, jaw tight with tension. I could see the storm brewing inside him—anger, jealousy, something darker swirling just beneath the surface.

“You let him fucking kiss you?” he snapped, the words like a slap against my skin.

I bristled at his accusation, guilt and fear crashing over me in waves. But more than that, I was tired of feeling this way—caught between wanting him and resenting it all at once.

“What does it matter to you?” I shot back, trying to mask the quiver in my voice.

He spun around, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. My back hit the desk, the solid surface grounding me as his presence loomed over me. “You know why it fucking matters.”

His intensity wrapped around me like a lover.

I could feel my heart racing as I struggled to hold my ground.

“Do I? Because you fuck me like I belong to you,” I challenged, my voice cracking under the weight of everything left unsaid between us.

“But the second we leave this room? I’m nothing to you. ”

The accusation hung heavy in the air between us, and for a moment, I saw it—the flash of pain in his eyes before it disappeared behind a mask of possession.

“Is that what this is, Knox? Just sex? Just some power trip because you’re pissed your career is over?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. The truth hurt both of us; I felt it pulse in the silence that followed.

He didn’t respond right away; instead, he stepped even closer until there was barely any space left between us. The heat radiating off him made my skin tingle with an uncomfortable mix of desire and fear.

“Do you really think this is just sex?” he finally asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I opened my mouth to respond but faltered under the weight of his gaze. Something deep inside me twisted—a part of me that wanted to scream out how wrong everything felt but was silenced by another part that craved every moment spent with him.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me against him with a force that left no room for doubt. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, unmistakable and urgent, igniting a fire that blazed through every nerve in my body.

“Does this feel like just sex to you?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs as reality collided with desire.

It wasn’t just lust; it was something deeper—a raw need that clawed at my insides.

His grip was possessive, anchoring me in place, and for a moment, all the chaos faded away.

All the questions and fears I’d been wrestling with dissolved into hunger.

My heart raced as I looked up into his eyes—dark and stormy, filled with an intensity that left me breathless.

I felt the weight of his gaze—saw the way it devoured me whole.

This wasn’t just about physical attraction; it was about control and surrender.

It was everything I had been afraid of, everything I had tried to push away.

But standing here with him, pressed against the desk in his office, there was no denying what we were—what we had become. The fight between us fizzled out like a flame deprived of oxygen; there was no more defiance left in me.

I tilted my head back slightly, giving him silent permission to close the distance between us further.

The heat radiating off him enveloped me like a thick blanket as he leaned in closer.

I could feel his breath against my skin, and it ignited a deep yearning within me that I couldn’t suppress any longer.

Knox moved in even tighter, our bodies melding together as if they were meant to fit this way all along. My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him as if he were my lifeline while every logical thought evaporated from my mind.

All I wanted was to lose myself in him—to drown in this intoxicating blend of need and desperation.

Knox’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until his mouth hovered over my ear. His breath was hot and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

“You think Langley can fuck you like this?” His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with possessiveness. “You think he can make you come like I do?”

A moan slipped past my lips, unbidden and raw. No. Of course not. There was no one else—there had never been anyone else who could make me feel this way. I had been his from the first hit against the boards, from the moment our eyes locked and the world fell away.

Knox didn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t need one. He knew. He shoved my pants down roughly, the fabric pooling around my ankles. My underwear followed, torn in two with a single fierce tug. There was no softness in his touch—only possession, only need.

He bent me over his desk, the cool surface pressing against my skin as he positioned me exactly how he wanted. The desk rattled under us, every movement amplified by the intensity of what was happening.

Knox’s hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, holding me in place with an unyielding force. I felt exposed and vulnerable but completely consumed by him at the same time. Every nerve in my body screamed for more, begged for release.

His other hand guided himself to my entrance, and then he thrust into me without warning—hard and deep. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain mingling until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He didn’t hold back; each thrust was powerful, relentless, driving me toward a peak I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. His hand remained firm on my back, keeping me pinned as he took what was his.

The desk creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm matching our frenzied pace. My moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as I surrendered completely to him.

Knox leaned over me again, his mouth brushing against my ear once more. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Only mine.”

With every thrust, every word whispered into my ear, he claimed me further until all that existed was us and the fire that burned between us.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming; the sound trapped behind my teeth as Knox pounded into me. The risk of being heard, of someone walking in and finding us like this, made it all the more intense. This was us—always teetering on the brink of disaster.

His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me back onto him with every thrust. My fingers curled against the desk, nails digging into the wood as I struggled to hold on. The edge of pain mixed with pleasure in a heady blend that left me breathless.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” Knox growled, his voice rough and full of need. “I couldn’t wait to bury my dick so deep in your pussy.”

I gasped at his words, my body reacting to the raw intensity in his tone. Each word sent a shiver down my spine, adding fuel to the fire burning between us.

“Fuck, Iris,” he continued, his pace relentless. “I want you to feel me leak out of you hours later. Know that I’m already there—always there.”

My vision blurred with tears of pleasure as his words pushed me closer to the edge. The thought of him inside me, filling me completely, was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him as he claimed me over and over again.

“I’ll never let you go,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice ignited something deep within me. I didn’t want him to let go—I needed this, needed him more than anything else.

My walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a guttural moan from Knox’s lips. His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he redoubled his efforts, driving into me with even greater intensity.

Every thrust pushed me higher, closer to that peak where everything else would fall away except for us and this connection we shared. It was raw and real and utterly consuming.

Knox’s hand slid from my hip to press against my lower back, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside me. I bit down harder on my lip, tasting blood as I fought to keep silent.

But it was no use—the sensation was too much. My body convulsed around him as I came undone completely, waves of pleasure crashing over me in an unstoppable tide.

Knox groaned my name when he came—low and guttural—like he was branding it into my skin. Each pulse sent shockwaves through me, and I fell apart beneath him, shaking, breathless, knowing I’d never get out of this. I didn’t want to.

Silence enveloped us afterward, thick and heavy. The only sound was our ragged breathing filling the empty space around us. Clothes lay messy on the floor; my sports bra was twisted at an awkward angle, and my shorts were bunched around my ankles.

Knox brushed hair off my face with a tenderness that felt out of place in the wake of our chaos. But his jaw was tight, his expression caught between something softer and the lingering tension that hung like a storm cloud over us.

I pulled up my pants, feeling sharp eyes darting toward him as I tried to regain some semblance of control. “You didn’t answer me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremors still coursing through me. “Is this all it is?”

He froze at my question, like I had thrown a bucket of ice water over him. The silence stretched long between us as he searched for words that wouldn’t come.

“Knox,” I pressed, the need for clarity burning in my chest. “What is this?”

He couldn’t look me in the eye. Maybe he didn’t know how to confront what had just happened—or maybe he feared what it meant for both of us. He turned away slightly, tension radiating from him as if he were wrestling with something deep inside.

“You know what this is,” he finally murmured, his voice low and rough.

I swallowed hard at his words because they both excited and terrified me. I wanted more than just this moment; I craved something real and lasting between us. But what if this was all Knox could give? A wild rush without a safety net?

The thought twisted painfully in my gut—what if this was all there would ever be? And maybe that would have to be enough, even if it broke me.

I studied him carefully, searching for any hint of reassurance or commitment hidden beneath his guarded exterior. Instead, all I saw was uncertainty—and it scared me more than anything else ever had.