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And what was worse? The look Cooper gave me. I’m pretty sure he regrets ever agreeing to be on our side. He looked at me like...
“Hayley, hey? Will you look at me? I need to know that you’re listening. I want to check your wounds, but I can’t see them properly with the blood. Can I help you shower?” Knox links our fingers together, keeping my hands close to his heart. His gesture gets to me. He trusts me with one of the most vital parts of him even still. He doesn’t look at me as if I’ve done the worst thing in the world. He looks at me as if he’s worried that I’m somehow broken beyond his ability to repair me.
I tilt my head up and finally meet his blue eyes, the depths endless in a shining pool I want to drown in. His bottom lip puckers out the longer he stares at me, and I reach up and tap it with my thumb. Grabbing my wrist faster than I can pull away, Knox sucks my index finger into his mouth and hums as he pulls it out slowly. The gesture shouldn’t be as hot as it is, especially because of where the blood came from.
“You taste like a champion,” he teases, finally getting his mouth to smile, though I know it takes everything in him to do so.
He wants to frown as much as I already am, but he also wants to be okay on my behalf. Because if he’s worried and sullen, it doesn’t help my mood. I know he wants to do everything he can to see me smile again. I just...I don’t know if I can. I’m not sure if I should try to fake it. I never want to be fake around him, but I also don’t want him to feel as if he’s a failure for not being able to just kiss me better. My wounds aren’t just of flesh. They cut deep into my soul. Into my very being. Tonight changed me. Tonight proved exactly what kind of monster I can be. No, not the monster Icanbe. The monster Iam.
“It’s better than being a loser, I suppose. There was no way I was going to let that asshole kill me. Plus, I think if I hadn’t put on a good show, Lawrence would’ve done something far worse. I don’t know what, but I’m sure it would’ve been fucking twisted. I just wish...I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Well, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m here for you regardless.” Sliding me off the sink, Knox carries me in his arms to the shower. He reaches in and turns on the hot water, but he doesn’t set me on my feet. I don’t think he’s going to. Not that I want him to put me down. “I’m proud of you, Hayley. I know what you did tonight sucked. I understand that acting like that goes against everything you are. I also know the weight murder carries on someone, which is why I’m not a huge fighter. But you need to know that none of this was your choice. His death was not your fault. It was Lawrence’s and his own. He was a criminal.”
I sigh and nod my head, chanting his words in my mind as if they’re my new mantra. It’s not my fault. I didn’t do it for fun. I did it because it was that guy or me. If only it would make me feel better.
I blink my eyes, suppressing another round of unwanted tears. “I just want to go home. I wish I was never put in this position. I wish I never dragged you guys into it, either. It’s not fair. I know you had plans, and you were going to change La Vega—”
Knox silences me with a kiss, cutting off my words in the most delectable rude interruption. I’m okay with him doing it again and again as long as our souls are together, and I can feel his adoration and desire for me in a single brush of our lips.
He doesn’t lean away until he’s sure I won’t say anything else. Opening the shower door, he kicks his pants off, and I help him with his shirt. He carries me into the hot stream of blissful shower water that stains red the moment it touches me.
“I never want you to think you’ve ruined anything.” Knox sets me on the deep ledge intended for bath products but empty except for a small bottle of soap. This place is severely lacking, but I don’t need much as long as whatever is in that clear bottle cleanses my skin of tonight. “You’re lucky it was me you said that to, vixen. Monroe would spank you if he knew you assumed we weren’t still going to change La Vega. Because we are. This doesn’t change our plans. It doesn’t even change the timeframe we’re hoping for. We’re not alone. Tatum, Govan, and Walcott are all there running things on our behalf.”
I bite my lip. “It’s a shame that Monroe is the only one brave enough to spank me, Knox. I feel as if I’m punished just a little that I’ll feel better about tonight.”
The look he gives me speaks volumes. He loves the hell out of me making such a suggestion, the both of us knowing the true intent of my words. He’s not one to assume. He loves for me to say things as they are and wants me to be vocal when it comes to everything, but I also know he enjoys filling in the fantasy I begin to create. I think he’s more comfortable now than he was in the beginning. He knows I’m not with him because I have to be. I’m with him because I choose to be.
“You naughty, naughty vixen. You want to get me in trouble, don’t you? I’m not supposed to do anything except care for you and tend to you as a former medical practitioner. We both know I’m incapable of being professional when you tease me like that...especially with how fucking sexy you look right now. It doesn’t help that you’re enticing me with traces of blood. It’s not as good as yours, but you make me incredibly hungry.”
I smirk, loving everything about this moment. I love how just being with Knox eases the ache inside me.
I break his stare, tracing my gaze along his rippling muscles, following the line of his abs to the V of his hips, pointing out that he’s far more than hungry. He’s desperate for my attention.
I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to point it out. It’s far better to think about how much he desires me than anything else going on right now.
I gently lace my fingers around his hard-on, slowly stroking him. “I think you’re more than hungry for me.”
He chuckles and reaches out, helping me unpin the disgusting, sopping wet wig from my hair. He hangs it over the glass, and blood drips from the fake strands in rivers along the door.
“Always, vixen. I want to ravish you and satiate my ravenous desire. You have no idea what you truly do to me and how much I wanted to be alone with you. I was thanking my luck that I’m the one in charge of ensuring you’re uninjured and healthy, because it means I get you all to myself until the Fright Fights are over.” Knox traces his hand from my jaw and down my neck, slowly following the curve of my clavicle until he rubs his fingers over my tight nipples, pebbling from the coolness of his skin against the hotness of the water.
I continue stroking him with my fingers, tipping my head back into the hot shower stream and enjoying his exploration of my body. “I think I do. Because you do the same to me. I can’t even go another minute without thinking how much I want you. I want to use you. I want nothing more than to enjoy everything about you. Because when I think about you, and you alone right now, I don’t think about other things.”
Knox leans in and kisses me, pulling me close by my hips until our bodies press flush together. His cock has nowhere else to go except between my legs, so I slide off and stand on my tiptoes, squeezing him between my thighs without letting him enter me. He kisses my neck and works his lips lower, exploring the length of my body inch by inch with his tongue and lips and teeth. He nips me on the top of my boob, tasting my blood for a second before sucking on my nipple until I moan. I grab onto the shower wall and let him continue until he kneels on one knee and grabs my leg, positioning it onto his shoulder. I balance on the edge of the small ledge, my whole body buzzing in anticipation as he nips my thigh, his fangs drawing blood and making my whole body clench.
“You taste like the vanilla ice cream my mother used to make when I was human.” Knox moves from his bite mark and kisses my thigh, using his right hand to spread me open with his fingers until he licks his tongue over my clit, the sensation capturing my breath and every thought trying to steal my attention.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles, licking me faster and harder at the same time he fingers me, rubbing me in a way that strikes me with electric pleasure.
I can’t even form words, my moan being the only thing sounding through the air. Knox watches me as an orgasm builds until I bow forward and scratch my nails into his back. Blood seeps from his skin, the potent scent hypnotizing me. I drag him up and lick across his shoulder, unable to stop myself. Blood fills me with warmth, setting off what I can only describe as blood lust. I just want to devour him in every way. I need more.
“Can I bite you?” I ask, my voice breathy with my desire.
“As much as you like, vixen.” Knox bends his neck, exposing his throat to me. Grabbing my leg, he stretches my body up until I balance on one foot, doing the standing splits. He sandwiches me to the wall, steadying me in place.
I moan and sink my teeth into a sweet skin as he aligns our bodies. With a groan of his own, he thrusts into me, the pressure of his cock igniting tingles through my body. I feel so good, and he tastes incredible. I lose myself to him, enjoying how hard he rocks into me, how he tangles his fingers through my hair and reciprocates a bite to my shoulder. I cling on to him and gasp, my moans coming in bursts of screams. Knox rubs one of my nipples and takes a moment to silence my mouth with his, exploring my tongue.
Knox moans with our passion, rocking his hips and teasing me with his fangs. His hand slides between us, and he increases my ecstasy by rubbing my clit, bringing me to my peak again. My whole body tenses with my orgasm, and I bite him harder, throwing myself at him until we crash through the glass door. He manages to catch us by smashing his hand into the wall behind him. He doesn’t let anything stop him from ensuring we get what we want from each other.
