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He lowered his head, so close that I could feel his lips forming the shape of the words as he rasped them out. “Now you get mine.”
Before he could act, I arched up, closing the final few millimetres of distance between our mouths, biting the words right off his lips.
Except, when my mouth connected with his, I didn’t bite.
I did something far, far worse.
I kissed him.
11
ELENA
He froze above me for a millisecond, but then he was kissing me back, and he was really, really into it. Teasing my lip between his teeth, licking over my skin, touching and tasting until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more, the rough scrape of the stone against my back forgotten as he devoured me. My hands were no longer pulling at his hair, but they were holding his head down. He groaned into my mouth when I raked my nails across the back of his neck, low and dirty, and it was too much but not enough all at once.
“Knox,” I whimpered as his mouth moved to my throat while he ground his hips into me, the unmistakeable press of his hard length, covered by rough denim, rubbing against my clit through the thin satin of my underwear in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his hot breath ghosting over my dampened skin and sending a shiver through me. “Fuck.”
He raised his head, staring down at me with his inky pupils swallowing the brown of his irises. He licked his lips, a slow swipe of tongue that made my pussy throb, but then he moved up and off me.
“Get up. I’m taking you home.”
I blinked up at him, my brain trying to make sense of his words. “W-what? I thought you said—”
“I’m taking you back. Now.”
“Haven’t you been drinking? And didn’t you text your mum to tell her I was staying here?” Why was I arguing with him? I should have been pleased that he was apparently showing me mercy.
“I haven’t been drinking tonight,” he bit out, his pupils finally receding and some of that familiar hate entering his gaze. “Now, get up before I change my fucking mind.”
I flew up and off the tombstone. “Believe me, I don’t want to stay in this STD-ridden crypt any longer.” Yanking at the hem of my dress to cover my ass, I glared at him. “Take me home.”
“With pleasure,” he growled, making a grab for my wrist and tugging me towards the door.
We were back in the main crypt before I knew it, Knox’s grip tight and unrelenting as he led me through the crowds. I spotted Katy dancing with Will, and her eyes widened when she caught sight of me. Shaking my head at her, I mouthed,Talk later, and she gave me a look that let me know I’d have a lot of explaining to do. She tapped Will on the shoulder, and his head swung to mine. He lifted my phone in the air, and I gave a small nod. As Knox manhandled me through the crowds, he came up behind me, pressing the phone into my hand, thankfully unnoticed by Knox.
Before we could make it to the door at the top of the stairs, we were stopped by Tristan leering at us. “I knew you wanted to fuck her.”
“Fuck off.” Knox glared at him. “I’m taking her back home where she can’t cause trouble.”
“You don’t want her?” A gleam came into his eye. “Then you won’t mind if I take a turn.”
My emphatic “Fuck, no” was completely drowned out by Knox’s voice.
“You don’t fucking touch her.No onetouches her.”
Tristan stepped back, hands in the air, although his eyes were full of amusement. “Calm down, man. I’ve got a girl lined up for tonight already.”
Knox’s tense posture relaxed somewhat, and he loosened his bruising grip on me. “Let’s go.” With a curt nod to Tristan, he pulled me out of the door, carrying me swiftly through the building and out into the night air.
As we made our way down the darkened path, I stumbled on my heels, and I would have fallen flat on my face if I hadn’t tripped in Knox’s direction. Instead, I fell into him, making him stumble, and his hand automatically came to my waist to steady me.
“My shoes. Stop for a second, let me take them off.” I wanted to burn these shoes. High heels were the worst form of torture. It felt like I was walking on knives by this point.
“You’ll cut your feet to fucking shreds on the gravel,” he ground out, sweeping his arm around me and lifting me up into his arms. I froze, shock racing through my system as he began walking, easily carrying me like I weighed nothing.
Fuck, he really was strong, wasn’t he? I gazed at the motion of his bicep flexing, his tight black T-shirt highlighting the lines and grooves of his muscles. Then I tilted my head back, looking up at his sharp jawline, the harsh angles that made up the planes of his face.
