Page 32 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Vault

“ Earn it?” My gaze narrows at Knox. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”

He flashes a cocky smile. “Then stuff something into it.”

This man is a fucking brat. “You’d like that too much.”

Sophie calmly saunters over to another wall of toys. Plucking a ball gag off the hook, she dangles it playfully at me as a suggestion.

Something in me shakes apart, unexpectedly.

I’m not gagging him.

“No. His mouth will stay busy doing something else.”

Unfazed, Sophie returns the ball gag to the wall and my gaze drifts to Knox again. His subservience annoys me. I don’t want him on the floor like that. I definitely don’t want him gagged. I…

Squeezing my eyes shut, I shove down the demons trying to claw their way out of me.

Vault A wants to fuck hard and feel alive.

Vault B is overthinking everything. Walking around Knox, I can’t seem to pull myself out of this dangerous headspace.

His back is mottled red with several welts.

I struck him harder than I meant to. My own back hums with light pain from Sophie’s whip, which I welcome.

It’s hard for me to feel anything if it's not strong enough to crack through my security walls.

“Do you like being this way?” My tone sounds judgmental even to my ears.

Knox cringes as if I hurt his feelings. “Yes.”

Well, I don’t.

Fuck. I knew he was a sub. I knew he was her pet. But he’s so vulnerable and raw and obedient that I…

I want the Knox that fights . The one who pushes back. The one who talks shit as fast as he’ll slam you against a wall and kiss the life out of you. I want fire and passion from him. Not this still, quiet, calm, shell of the man I’ve always known.

If this is what he likes… how the fuck do I tell him that I don’t? It’s not fair. I can’t yuck his yum, but I’m not okay with him looking like a beat down boy on his knees.

He’s not you , I remind myself. He’s also no longer the scrawny Knox who was on his knees in front of his father, with his hands behind his head, body bruised and bloody, with a fucking gun in his mouth, either.

Squatting down so we’re eye-level, I want to save him… hurt him… love him and…

“What color are you, Knox?”

He’s guarded because I’ve insulted him and made him feel like shit because I’ve lost my grip already.

“Green as spinach.”

That makes me huff a small laugh, but I’m not happy. I’m just going through the motions, so he doesn’t get more upset with me.

Sophie crouches down behind Knox and runs her fingers over his back. “Does it hurt?”

“Not at all.” He closes his eyes and leans a little into her touch. I notice that she vollies from hard to soft with him. I seem to only be capable of being hard.

But, God, he’s beautiful at our mercy.

“Do you like being on your knees for me, pup?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, Mistress.”

“Why do you like it?”

“Because I don’t have to think. I’m just yours.”

“ Mine ,” she purrs, running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. “Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to take care of.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He closes his eyes, loving how she kisses the back of his shoulder.

Panic buzzes through my veins, but I unplug it. “Get on the bed, Mistress.”

If she doesn’t want me to lead this scene as a top, she can tell me no. Call Red. Do anything other than obey.

Sophie doesn’t even look at me before crawling onto that piece of furniture.

I think one of my issues here is that this dynamic is so different from what I’m used to. I like order and placement. Everything has a function and purpose. When it’s just Sophie and I, we take turns topping because we both like to dominate for different reasons. It’s simple with her.

It’s far more complicated with Knox.

I’m not used to him anymore. Not in this sexual way, at least.

Staring at his mouth, I can’t tell if I want to kiss it or punish it. He doesn’t move from the floor as he patiently waits for someone to give him an order. Closing the distance between us, I hold his gaze and command, “Get on the bed with her.”

Knox tries to stand, but I force him to stay down by pressing my palm to his shoulder. “Crawl.”

A shiver runs through him, and it settles my frantic nerves. I think I can do this. At least once.

He climbs into bed with Sophie, and she immediately kisses him as a reward. Our girl is far more fluent with the two of us than I am. Watching them together is mesmerizing. They’re sensual and slow, yet there’s also this underlying potential for explosion.

I was wrong earlier. He’s not a doormat for us to walk on. He’s a landmine we’re dancing around.

“Knox wants me to earn your pussy,” I remind them, slapping her ass while she keeps kissing Knox. “But I don’t earn. I take . Isn’t that right, Mistress?”

I dig my hands into her hips when I drag Sophie away from Knox, making her yip. Knox doesn’t look bothered. In fact, I think he likes that I just stole her from him. Grinning, he leans back on the bed, as if settling down to watch a show.

With my gaze locked on him, I lean against Sophie’s back, and growl against her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cry.” She moans her approval, looping her arm around my neck.

“And Knox is going to put that bratty fucking mouth of his to good use and eat every scream, moan, and grunt I rip from your body, Mistress.”

He licks his lips before dragging the fat bottom one between his teeth. Without being told, he tips forward and waits for an order.

Our girl is wet, but I grab lube anyway. I don’t want to make it uncomfortable for her.

Not when I plan to rail her until she can’t fucking breathe.

I spread her legs wide and settle behind her. Slapping her ass again, I put a second handprint on it, then press my dick to her swollen pussy and push in, keeping my eyes locked on Knox the entire time.

Arching my brow, I say, “Keep up, pup .” Then I slam into Sophie, making her pitch forward, gasping, and Knox fuses his mouth to hers.

“Good boy,” I growl, sliding out of her slowly until just my tip remains, then shoving back in again. Fucking hell, she feels amazing.

Our girl grunts into Knox’s mouth.

His eyes fly open and land on me.

Oh shit, that’s hot.

We deadlock our gazes while I drive into our girl.

I like taking my time when I fuck. I enjoy the sensations and noises and sounds she makes.

But with Knox in my line of view, watching me like a hawk, taking her mouth with his, my arousal spirals into brutal chaos.

My thrusts grow harder. Deeper. After a few moments, sweat is dripping down my back.

He doesn’t stop staring at me. He doesn’t stop kissing her.

Does Sophie understand she’s locked between two animals who can hurt her? We won’t, but again, that potential threat is there.

It's working for me.

I drive into her harder. Faster. Our bodies slap together. She tilts her hips at an even better angle for me. Fuck, yeah. “You take this cock so well, Mistress.”

She groans into Knox.

His gaze narrows a fraction, and I think he’s getting jealous.

Good. I want him feeling some kind of way.

He deepens their kiss, holding the back of her head.

I watch his jaw flex every time he swipes his tongue in her mouth.

Fuuuuck. I want his tongue in my mouth, too.

Winding my hand around her long ponytail, I tug just enough to make her break away from him.

“Mine,” I growl, forcing her to kiss me instead.

Knox arches his eyebrow, looking ready to pounce.

Sophie gasps when I hit her from behind at this new angle. “God, you feel so good, Alex.”

“There is no god here, remember? Only two devils and an angel.”

I push her face down on the bed and pin her.

As a stone top, my only priority is my partner’s pleasure.

I move accordingly. Fucking is an art form.

I take my time and drive into them slowly and deliberately, pulling their orgasms forward as if they’re a tangible thing I can tie a rope around and reel in. There’s a rhythm to it. A science.

But I’m not a stone top with my Mistress. We give and take equally. As I undulate on top of Sophie, taking her cunt with more force, driving myself as deep as possible inside her, she screams into the mattress and begs me for more.

“Eat them.” I demand Knox, referring to her noises.

But he can’t reach her mouth in the position I’ve forced her into. I’ve taken her from him completely. Instead of arguing or repositioning, or even pushing back, he does something worse.

The motherfucker kisses me instead.

I smell Sophie’s pussy on him. The stubble he’s grown since yesterday scrapes my skin. His tongue dives into my mouth, demanding and owning me. I groan and he fucking eats it. It’s too much. Not enough.

Confusion has me shoving him away, and I focus my attention on Sophie, where it belongs. This isn’t about Knox and me. This day is for Sophie. She’s hurting and we can’t make it worse by using and fighting over her like she’s a toy.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, clawing the mattress. “Oh my god, please don’t stop. I’m too close.”

Knox grabs the back of my head and smashes his mouth to mine again. Our teeth clack. My dick swells and balls tighten. Keeping my pace brutal and steady, I rail Sophie while Knox annihilates my senses.

I can’t tell who is who anymore. I don’t want to. Squeezing my eyes shut, a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my eyelids when Sophie detonates under us. Her pussy grips my cock, milking it, coaxing my own orgasm to barrel out of me.

I can’t breathe.

Ripping back from Knox, I scream and tremble as I unload into Sophie’s body. Knox leans back to watch. My orgasm seems never ending. It’s fucking terrifying. I feel like I’m short circuiting and shooting sparks.

Once I’m finished, I slide out of our girl. Cold air hits my wet dick and I stare at how it’s covered in both our cum.

I’m dizzy. Floaty. Confused.

I want to fuck again.

“That was amazing,” she says in a raspy voice. I think her vocal cords have strained. How loud did she scream? I don’t even remember. I can’t hold on to a single thought.

Something warm and tight wraps around my cock. I look down and see Sophie’s sucking me off. Wait. How did I end up on my back like this?

“Yellow.”

She pulls off and in a gentle tone says, “Talk to us.”

“I’m too floaty. I can’t keep up.”

“You don’t have to keep up,” Knox explains from beside her. “Just enjoy the float, Alex.”

They keep using my real name. I… I don’t know why it’s so confusing. “I don’t know how to float.”

“I’ve got you.” Knox slowly crawls up my body. Can he see how scared I am? Does he understand why? Because I sure as hell don’t. He holds my throat with a soft grip. “I’m at the bottom, remember?”

Then he kisses me slowly, softly.

Torn between flight or fight, I force myself to float. I try to let go. Unplug. Do something that will make us all happy.

Sophie starts sucking me off again and I grow hard in her mouth. The sensations of the two of them on me at the same time are overwhelming. I feel sick and giddy. Overstimulated and numb. I’m splitting in half.

“Red.”

They back off instantly, and my failure makes me want to scream. “I’m sorry, I just… let me get my head on straight before we continue.”

“No.” Knox tugs my arm, lifting me until I’m sitting and facing him. “You’re not recalculating or rebooting or doing whatever the fuck your robotic mind has been programmed to do. You’re going to let go for once and be human.”

I shake my head.

“ Yes , Alex.” He swipes his hair out of his face. “You need to feel everything. No more soundproof rooms. No more being a machine.”

“I just need a breather!” I yell.

“Air. Doesn’t. Matter.” Knox points at the camera in the corner.

“The consequences do not matter.” He hits himself in the chest. “Tomorrow does not matter.” His brow furrows like he’s so fed up with me already and it makes me mad because…

can’t he see how hard I’m trying? “Be in the moment. For once in your fucking life, Alex, be in the goddamn moment and let yourself go!”

I was wrong. Knox isn’t the landmine.

I am, and my next move blows us to smithereens.