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“You’re so fucking delicious,” he growls. His eyes are usually a dark brown color, but they’re all black now, dark and shadowy with his desire for this. For me.
The dress falls off me, landing in cut up pieces on the dressing room floor. I’m naked except for my panties, and Knox runs his gaze all over me, those dark eyes taking in everything.
He’s not done with the knife, either. Without the dress as a layer, I can feel that metal against my skin so starkly. It makes me shudder, and my pussy pulses harder, getting wet and starting to soak through my thin underwear.
Knox drags the blade up my stomach to my chest. He grins that crazy man grin, slowly gliding the point over my pierced nipple.
“You kept it,” he says, exhaling the words in a rush.
“It’s still healing,” I point out.
He teases me by pressing the tip of the knife against that hardened bud just hard enough that the piercing starts to ache, and then he moves it away.
He drags it down my stomach again, pressing harder, but still not hard enough to cut. Not hard enough to cut my skin, anyway. He cuts through my panties like they’re tissue paper, letting them fall to the floor with the tatters of the dress.
Knox smirks wickedly and teases at my cunt with the knife.
I suck in a breath at the feeling of cold metal against the place where I’m the hottest.
“Look at how fucking wet you are,” he breathes, and he sounds like he’s at the last threads of his control. “Fuck, River.”
He rubs the blade through the mess between my legs, careful not to cut me. When he presses it to my clit, I moan out loud, spreading my legs for him.
I reach out, not content to just let him do shit to me and not touch him in return. His cock is hard in his pants, and I reach down and rub it, feeling the hard line of him through the thick denim of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he curses, and it’s a wild sound, almost like it was punched out of him.
The knife clatters to the floor as the last tether of his self-control snaps, and he shoves me back until my back hits the wall. I have just enough time to watch him shove his pants down in one go, before he’s picking me up roughly.
I manage to get my legs around his waist, but being wedged between the hard lines of his body and the wall make it pretty hard for me to fall.
Knox is so fucking big and muscled that lifting me doesn’t even seem to take any effort.
Whatever foreplay he was in the mood for before, all of that is gone. He shoves his cock into me, nearly forcing all the air out of my body as he slams in and bottoms out.
I can feel the metal in his dick from his piercing, rubbing up against the sensitive parts of me, and it reminds me enough of having that knife skimming over my clit that I moan.
“Fuck,” I hiss, bucking against him.
“Shut up,” he mutters, but without any real heat. “Unless you want all those fancy bitches outside to hear you getting fucked in here.”
I growl anyway, and clench around his cock, getting a strangled moan out of him. “Youshut up,” I fire back.
He laughs breathlessly and starts driving into me hard and fast. His cock is so big, and it rubs against every part of my pussy as he thrusts, dragging his cock out enough that my pussy misses it and then slamming it back in.
It’s overwhelming, and the friction is incredible. All I can focus on is how fucking good it feels, the heat in my body climbing higher and higher as he keeps thrusting into me.
I rock my hips, meeting him in the middle as best I can, but after a while, all I can really do is take it. And there’s no shame in that. Knox’s dick is as big as the rest of him, and my core clenches around him, spasming from every time he bottoms out in me.
Jolts of electric pleasure build and build and build, and I’m gasping and moaning his name, unable to hold it back.
He looks at me, eyes like black fire as he smirks, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I consider biting him, just for the hell of it, but then he does something with his hips that sends his cock grinding against that spot inside of me, and I nearly melt against him, not caring about the audacity of him trying to shut me up anymore.
“So fucking pretty,” he growls, leaning closer until his mouth is right by my ear. “So fucking tight and wet. Wanna mark you up. Wanna send you back out there so everyone knows what you were just doing.”
His words contradict the way he’s keeping me quiet with the hand over my mouth, but I don’t—and can’t—say shit about that. All I can do is give a muffled moan as he rocks into that spot again, and I feel my body start to tremble.
My toes curl in my shoes, and the heat grows until it’s a fucking forest fire in my gut, spreading out and threatening to overwhelm me completely.
