AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Need you inside me.” She pushed back against me, my cock sliding between her legs, my length dragging along her wetness. “Please.”
“I fucking love it when you beg.” Removing my hand from around her throat, I slid my fingers through her hair and then curled them around the back of the collar, tugging lightly. “More.”
“Fuck, Knox,” she moaned, grinding back against me, shamelessly rubbing her pussy all over my dick. “Please. I need you.”
I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and we both straight out moaned as I began to push in. “Look in the mirror, baby. Look how fucking hot we look. Look at how much you want me. How much I want you.” I punctuated my final word with a hard thrust, filling her all the way, and I watched her reflection as her mouth fell open, her eyes so fucking wide, pupils completely blown.
“Fuck me, Knox. Hard. Please. Please.Please.” Her words were gasps, her head falling forwards as I gripped her hip and began pounding in and out of her. She moaned over and over again, and when I could tell she was getting close, her breaths stuttering and her movements becoming more frantic, I tugged on the collar again.
She came. Just like that. Her pussy throbbed around my dick, so fucking tight and wet and hot, her eyes falling shut as I watched her in the mirror, and it was the hottest sight I’d ever seen. The orgasm was ripped out of me, my dick shooting inside her, filling her with my cum.
“Ohhh. That…” She slumped forwards, curling over the chair, and I went with her, needing to stay inside her for longer, to keep this connection.
“…was so fucking good. Epic.” I finished her sentence for her, my own voice raspy and breathless as I came down from my high. “You’re amazing, Elena.”
I curved my arm around her waist and lowered us both to the floor. She let her head fall back against my shoulder, and I placed my lips to her neck, right above the diamonds.
Her fingers threaded through mine, pressed to her waist, and she sighed. “Knox. You make me so happy.”
“Same, baby. So fucking happy.” I took our clasped hands up across the swells of her gorgeous tits, a slow drag over her curves. Then I slid my free hand lower, onto her clit, making her bite down on her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. “How about we go down to the lower level and play with your sexy-as-fuck body until I’m hard again, and then we can go for round two?”
The moan that came out of her mouth at my words told me that she had no objections at all.
47
ELENA
“My dress.” I eyed the crumpled heap of satin discarded on the stone floor.
Knox followed my gaze, his brows pulling together. A second later, a slow smile spread across his face. “We’ll get it dry-cleaned. In the meantime, I have an idea.” He crossed over to his wardrobe, flinging the door open. When he emerged, he held up a bundle of navy fabric with royal blue trim. “Number 26. My lacrosse jersey. What do you say?”
I stared at him. “You want me to wear that?”
“Yeah, I fucking do. You’re mine. What better way to show it? I’d ask you to wear my helmet too, but I don’t want to hide your gorgeous face.” Stepping up to me, he murmured, “Lift,” and I lifted my arms, letting him slide the shirt down over my body. It came down over my thighs, long enough that it wasn’t indecent, and as I rocked back on my heels, Knox groaned, palming the huge bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck. You in my clothes with those sexy-as-fuck heels and that collar. You look so fucking hot, baby.”
“You’re not too bad either.” I let my gaze sweep over my man’s sexy body, all the way up to the angular lines of his face, his perfectly mussed hair, his sinfully soft lips curved upwards, and his dark eyes burning with fire as he held my gaze. My heart skipped a beat. How did I get so lucky after everything we’d been through?
“Ready?” He tilted his head towards the door.
“Bring your mask,” I told him, and his smile widened into a wicked grin. Swiping his mask from the floor, he crossed over to me, the mask dangling from his fingers. He dipped his head to my ear.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Elena.”
Before I could reply, he tugged me out of the room, locking the door behind us.
The party was still going strong when we stepped back into the main crypt, Knox steering me through the crowds with a possessive arm wrapped around me. Before we could reach the door leading to the lower level, Tristan appeared in front of us.
“Knox. We have a situation.”
Knox stiffened against me. “What is it?”
Tristan glanced around us. “We need to talk in private.” He turned on his heel, heading for the entrance to the lower level. Knox didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let go of me, and so I found myself in a new room I’d never been in, all stone walls and a low ceiling, dimly lit, much like the other rooms—except this one didn’t have any tombs or gravestones. Rather than taking a seat on the futon to his left, Knox leaned back against the wall, wrapping his arms around my waist with my back to his chest, his mask still clasped between his fingers.
“Quinn Farrow is coming back to Hatherley Hall,” Tristan announced, and from behind me, I both heard and felt Knox’s sharp intake of breath.
“Does Roman know?”
