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"Probably."
"She is the reason Gravel is dead."
"Yes, my treasure, I believe she is."
"And Nico. Hurting him was all her idea," I add weakly.
"I'm sorry, Porter."
"Knox, if I had to choose, between Annie and Nico, I'd choose Nico. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to hate her for what she did to him?"
"Baby, I hate her for what she did to both of you."
"I'm the only one who didn't want her dead, aren't I?"
"I'm sorry, treasure, you are not from this world. This isn’t normal for you. You are innocent, and I want you to stay that way."
"You're not innocent?" I know that. He is the mighty slayer.
"No, treasure."
Nico isn't innocent." I know that too.
"No, sweetie. But I wish he was."
I know all these things, but nothing wants to sink in right now. I'm floating in a cloud, and everything is distant.
"You are everything to me, and if I have to disown my father, I will."
"No," I insist. "I want you to tell me this feeling inside is OK."
"Do you feel relieved? All the worry, hatred and anxiety has gone. Like you know deep down this is the only way we can keep Nico safe."
"Yes." I turn into him, sobbing.
"My dad knows that too."
"I hate him for shooting her."
"I know," he soothes.
"I hate him for being right."
"I know, treasure."
"I want you to make me forget about it." I slowly lower to my knees before him. This is where I belong, this is where I want to be. I want to give Knox all my cares and worries, give him all responsibilities. I just want the thick swollen cock before me, water dripping from his erect tip.
"Porter, you don't need to do this."
"Please sir." My tongue slips between my lips and dances around his head. Like the slit is a pole, I let my tongue twist and spin up, down and around, losing myself in the rhythm pounding in my chest. Knox's moans are guttural and wanton, encouraging me more. His hand hits the wall, bracing himself as I add a hand to his length.
I like being the cause of the moans erupting from my man, but this isn’t what I need. I need him to take everything from me, just like he did when we first met. My mouth stalls and his moaning stops. For a moment, neither of us move.
"I know, treasure. I've got you." Knox's voice is barely a whisper in the rain, but it's enough. He slips his cock back between my mouth, hitting the roof. His angle makes him feel fatter in my throat as he slams back l. I gag, revelling in every retch. This is exactly what I need from him. My hands rise, gently pressing on his hips.
"On the tiles, bitch," Knox growls, his voice inhumanly deep, primal, dominating. I obey, crossing my wrists as my arms move to the tile wall above my head. He captures a handful of my hair, his other hand pins me at the wrist. The brutal assault on my throat takes my control, forcing my focus on my man. Just as I think I can't take anymore, as the thought of wishing I had a safe word crosses my mind, he stops.
"Turn around."
