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ELENA
His low rasp in my ear, combined with the way his hard length was digging into my ass, did things to me. My pussy was soaking my underwear, my skin was so sensitive that every touch set me on fire, and I ached for him. I was fully out of my depth here—I’d never, ever been in a situation where I was so into someone that was so incredibly wrong for me. But I couldn’t help feeling like it might be the same for him. He’d said that he’d been with other girls he didn’t like, but from my observations, the girls that he didn’t flirt with, he treated with disinterest. Not with active hostility, the way he did with me.
I didn’t believe that he didn’t want me either. And his excuse about his dick wanting me was ridiculous. I believed that he didn’twantto want me, which was the same way I felt, but that was different to not wanting me altogether.
“Tell me the truth, then,” I managed to gasp out as his hand slid around my throat, then moved down, tracing the curve of my breast where my dress dipped down low. He eased a finger inside, carefully peeling away the tape that held it in place, and then his hand was cupping my aching breast, his thumb stroking over my nipple. “Fuck,Knox.” Throwing my head back against his shoulder, I lost myself in his touch, forgetting that I’d even asked a question until his mouth was at my ear again.
“I want you tonight. Only for tonight.”
“Only for tonight.” My whispered agreement was barely out of my mouth when he was spinning me around and pushing me back against the wall. His hands skimmed down my sides, down to my hips, and then lower. He grasped the fabric of my dress, his touch surprisingly gentle, and began pulling it up.
“Wait, what? Are you—”
“I’m not fucking you here.Yet. We’re still playing the game.” He dragged the skirt of my dress all the way up so that my underwear was exposed, then pulled me with him so he was sitting back on his chair with us both face to face and I was straddling him properly, my legs on either side of his thighs and my pussy directly in line with the hard length of his erection, with just a few layers of material separating us.
I gasped and immediately clamped down on my lip. He’d had far too many reactions from me tonight, reactions that I’d been unable to control.
But from the smirk on his face, he hadn’t missed it.
Bastard.
“My turn.” There was amusement in his tone as his hot breath hit my cheek. His fingers dipped down between us, and then he was stroking across my clit, sending bursts of sensation across my body.
“Knox…please…” I didn’t even know what I was saying.
“Take a shot, baby. You didn’t answer the last question properly.”
A cool glass was pressed against my lower lip, and I tipped my head back, opening my mouth and letting the vodka slide down my throat. Smooth but fiery, just like him.
“You didn’t either.” My brain was getting a little fuzzy around the edges, but I knew that he hadn’t answered me truthfully, not until I’d pushed him for an answer.
“Okay.” The hand that had been on my hip released me. I leaned back a little, watching as he threw back the shot, his throat working as he swallowed.
When he’d drained the glass and refilled both mine and his, he fixed his dark gaze on me. “It’s still my turn.” His finger brushed against my clit again, and his mouth went to my throat, his teeth clamping down on my skin and sending pleasure-pain through me that I couldn’t get enough of. “What were you looking for in my bedroom?”
A whimper fell from my throat when his large hands arranged my body so I was arched back against the tabletop. His head lowered, and he lightly bit down on my nipple. He followed it up, licking and sucking, before turning his attention to my other breast. I barely remembered that he’d asked me a question, lost in the sensation of his hot mouth on my skin, until he raised his head.
“I asked you a question.”
“Evidence.” The word fell from my lips before I could even stop it. His body stiffened against me, and he drew back a little to meet my gaze, his brows pulling together. There was confusion in his gorgeous dark eyes.
“Evidence? Of what?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I answered. It’s my turn to ask you a question.” My head was already a little cloudy from the alcohol, and I knew I had to tread carefully. I wanted to find out what he knew about me, but at the same time, I didn’t want to make him any more suspicious by asking the wrong questions.
Angling my head forwards, I brushed my lips across his, but he immediately turned his head to the side.Right. No kissing. With a sigh, I pressed against him, kissing across his jaw, feeling the drag of his stubbled skin beneath my lips. He exhaled against me, tilting his head slightly farther away, and I took it as permission to continue.
“My question,” I whispered after pressing one last kiss to the side of his face. “Why exactly do you hate me so much?”
There was a long moment of silence, and then he shook his head. “Where the fuck do I even start?” he muttered, reaching around me, picking up his shot glass and tipping it to his lips.
When he’d downed the vodka and refilled the glass, he gripped my hips, sliding me over his thick erection, and I moaned. “Knox…fuck.”
“You want it so bad, don’t you, baby?” He moved me again, and I suppressed another moan.
“Oh…fuck. Is…is that…is that your question?”
His laugh was low, vibrating over my skin as his mouth went to my throat. “That was an observation. My question is the same as yours. Why do you hate me so much?”
