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“She won’t get out of the car,” he mutters before following Xan. Scrubbing a hand down my face in annoyance, I move around the car and pull her door open. She sits there with her arms and legs crossed, glaring out the windshield. I lean against the door and wait. It takes her two minutes before she begins to squirm under the pressure of my gaze and another minute before she finally huffs and turns to me.
“Not gonna drag me inside by my hair and force me to my knees so I can meet your mother?” Pushing off the door I get right in her face. She presses further into her seat to try to get away from me but I just move in closer.
“You’re angry because you learned your daddy is a manipulative cunt and I get it. I also get you’re all shy and shit because I had my cock buried in your ass hours ago.” Her jaw unhinges but I push on. “I also get you’re mad because Mary wasn’t some young blonde slut who rides my dick on nights I get lonely.” Her eyes spit fire but I ignore her jealous bullshit. I told her who Mary was before we landed—she is my fifty-seven-year-old personal shopper. “But what I won’t allow or even let slide is you disrespecting my mother.” My tone is ice fucking cold. “You may be telling the truth about not remembering shit about me or your life, but that woman in that fucking house remembers you!”
She searches my eyes for any sign of deceit. “I knew her?” she whispers, confusion and annoyance at the fact she can’t recall shit is plastered all over her features.
A tired sigh escapes me as I reach across and unclip her seatbelt before gripping her legs and turning her to the side so I can nestle my way in between them. Shockingly, she doesn’t fight me.
“Yes. You both spent a lot of time together. You grew to love her and enjoyed spending time with her because it reminded you of your time with your own mother.” Tears spring to her eyes but she doesn’t allow them to fall. “I’m a heartless cunt, I know.” She snorts, earning a scowl from me. “My mother is the opposite and believe it or not, Lakeland, that woman has been fighting for you for years. The reports told us you were drunk that night—” She reels back, shaking her head.
“I can’t stand the taste of alcohol,” she defends.
“I don’t have time to go down memory lane with you. Now you can either hold my hand as I reintroduce you to my mother or I can throw you over my shoulder so she can see your pussy first before seeing your face.” Her cheeks burn a bright shade of red. She tries to shove me back but I push her arms down as I grip the back of her neck and pull her to me, slanting my lips over hers. She moans into my mouth and shuffles forward, wrapping her legs around me. Fuck, as much I would love to fuck her right here, right now, I won’t allow any of my men to see her like that. I am the only one who gets to see her face as she comes, that is the promise she made me years ago and I refuse to allow her to break it even if she doesn’t remember.
Lakeland
Knox keeps my hand clasped in his as he leads me inside the mansion, it’s stunning. Marble floors, high ceilings with wooden beams displayed, a grand staircase in the foyer, and paintings of landscapes adorn the walls.
“In here,” a woman calls out. Knox sighs before leading me toward the sound of voices. As we enter, I notice it’s a large kitchen. It’s huge! Stone countertops, stainless steel appliances but it’s the sight of the plants littered throughout the space that has me gasping and tearing my hand from Knox’s as I spin around taking in the greenery. I love plants. I always have but Dad never allowed me to have any inside our home. He said it looked tacky and distasteful. “Lake.” I spin around at the sound of my name and come face to face with a gorgeous woman. She wears a blush-pink silk blouse and black, boot leg slacks, her brown hair is loose around her shoulders but it’s the warm smile on her face that holds me captive as I flick my eyes to hers and gasp—hazel colored eyes!
Those eyes have pain exploding in the back of my head, I stumble backward and groan in pain as I clutch my head.
“Knox is just salty I got Mom’s eye color and his resembles the color of a dying tree.” She laughs when I shove her shoulder.
“Your brother’s eye color is stunning, Wave. Don’t be mean.” Her hazel eyes spark with disgust.
“I think I threw up in my mouth.”
Gasping, I bolt upright and try to catch my breath as panic threads through my veins, that was a memory!
“Are you okay?” I shriek in fright and jerk backward. I look around to find I’m in a bedroom and currently sitting on a bed while Knox stands at the edge peering down at me.
“Your eyes are the color of a dying tree.” All traces of worry from a second ago vanish as his features harden. I don’t want him to be angry. I can't take it, so I ignore the resounding pain in my head and push to my knees, shuffling closer to the edge. He stands there stiff and without an ounce of emotion present on his face as I reach out and wrap my arms around his neck in a bold move, hoping he won’t push me away. “I… I think I had a flashback,” I say quietly. I hope it was because if that is what these strange flashback things are, then that means I’m slowly starting to remember.
“My sister always said that about my eye color. How did you… know?” His tone is firm. I bite the corner of my mouth trying to think of the right words to explain it. He reaches up and uses his thumb to pry my lip loose, his simple touch has a fire swirling in my belly.
“I think I had a memory or flashback or whatever you want to call it of me and your… sister.” I can see him struggling with his emotions. He wants to scream at me and blame me for her loss but another part of him, the part that claims to have known and loved me years ago, won’t allow him to push me away. “She was teasing you about your eye color and I told her your eyes are stunning.” He quirks a brow. I feel heat creep into my cheeks. “She gagged and then I woke up.” Silence stretches, I try to keep my mind from drifting and thinking he will hurt me. But, given how we met and the way he handled me, I fear he may fall back into those habits. I see now, mentioning anything from the past especially, anything to do with his sister is a very sore subject. Suddenly his hands grip my waist and without warning he leans down and ghosts his lips over mine. This moment feels… strange. Our eyes are locked, our breath is mingling but it is the raw emotion I see in his gaze that has me stilling with bated breath to see what he does next.
“I don’t want to think, when I do it doesn’t end well for you.” Sucking in a sharp breath I nod grazing his lips with my own. “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t think anymore.” He doesn’t wait for a reply or permission, he seals his lips to mine taking what he desires from me without asking, he doesn’t need to because he and I both know I will give in. It’s strange to not know him from Adam and yet my body responds to him like a dog obeying its master. He uses his weight to force me back flat onto the bed as he nestles himself between my legs without breaking the kiss. My fingers slide through the strands of his hair. I gasp into his mouth when he grinds against me.
He grips the hem of my dress and pulls it up, exposing my bare pussy before reaching between us and making quick work of freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans. Unlike on the plane, there is no build up, no teasing or foreplay, just carnal need. He lines his cock up with my entrance. Breaking the kiss for the first time, he cups my cheeks as he eases inside me inch by delicious inch, watching me the entire time as if he is documenting every sound and shift in my features to his memory. This moment feels so intimate. I feel tears pricking the backs of my eyes as he stares down at me with such an intense look of longing in his green eyes.
“I want everything from you, Lakeland,” he growls as he draws out of me until only the tip remains inside before slamming back inside, drawing a sharp cry from me as my back arches off the bed. He latches onto the exposed skin on my neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth, marking me as his again. Gripping his hair, I hold him there as I lock my legs around his waist so I can take him deeper.
“Give me all of you, Knox,” I rasp out, pulling back and bracing his hands on either side of my head as he stares down at me.
“You have no idea what you are asking for.”
Gripping the front of his shirt in my hands, I pull him to me until there is just a sliver of space between us. “You want me to give you everything, then I need you to do the same. Help me remember your Lakeland.” His mouth parts in a silent gasp as his eyes fill with pain before he quickly masks it and silences me with a kiss. Any argument I may have had evaporates as he continues to move inside me. Suddenly this doesn’t just feel like sex or him fucking me to prove that he can do this… it’s more. He’s showing me without words that I meant something to him—still do. Unlike every other orgasm he has given me, this one doesn’t tear me apart, this one crests slowly and washes over me like a warm embrace. I’m a panting mess beneath him and slowly blink my eyes open to find him still gazing down at me. There is something empowering about looking him in the eyes as he comes with my name on his lips.
“You’ve always had me,” he murmurs as he pulls out of me. I expect him to leave after that declaration and even prepare myself for his exit, then he drops down beside me and wraps me in his arms, pulling me close. Neither of us utters a word as we slowly come down from our highs. I can feel him slowly leaking out of me and coating my inner thighs with his cum.
“Knox, I need to clean up.” Rather than letting me go, he just chuckles and pushes me onto my back and bends his elbow, resting his chin in his hand as his other one skates down my body leaving gooseflesh in its wake. As he reaches my pussy, I stiffen. “What are you doing?” I breathe out as he runs a finger through my folds and pushes that finger inside me and draws it out, bringing it to my lips.
“Suck it.” Heat blooms inside my belly as a dark depraved beast awakens inside me. Never would I have ever thought I would beg to have my ass eaten or fucked but I did, now the thought of tasting both our cum has me opening my mouth and sucking his fingers clean while moaning. Without being prompted to, I reach between my legs and circle my clit, moaning around his finger. His brows bunch for a second until he flicks his gaze down and sees what I’m doing. Heat blooms in his eyes as he tears his finger free and leaps off the bed. “Turn around, head over the edge of the bed, now.” The gravelly tone of his voice has excitement thrumming through me. “Lose the fucking dress,” he also growls. I do as he says and reach for my bra but he shakes his head. “That stays, you’re going to be punished for touching what doesn’t belong to you.”
My jaw unhinges. “Seriously?” I squeak.
