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His grip leaves me, but I can't stand. His hands pull me, and I let him guide me around, still on my knees, facing the tiles. "Part your legs."
His hand slick with shower gel, Knox wastes no time bringing our play to the next level. His finger pushes inside, stretching me, hurting me. Just how I want it.
"Hands."
I force my hands over my head, holding them with my wrists crossed against the wall. Knox's second finger penetrates my opening. My gasps are squeaky and needy.
His cock presses against me, his fingers withdraw, and the blissful stretch of his mighty length pushes inside.
"Yes, yes. More."
It's not just his advancing cock I need. I crave more of him, on my lips and cock.
He goes one better, locking his hand around my throat, pulling my head back against his shoulder. Knox uses his other hand to torture me, with his fingers pinching my nipples and slapping my chest.
"Please, sir. Use me. Hurt me. Punish me." Breathless nonsense spills from my lips as the shower hammers down on my face.
Knox just keeps fucking me into the shower wall.
I want to leave Carter's house with just one memory, and this is exactly it. Used and abused in the man's shower. It's the only afterthought he deserves.
"Come for me baby." Knox pins me tight, hands on my throat and wrists as he orders me to come without touching my cock. I thrust against the wall as he fucks against my prostate. Rocking my cock against the tiles has to be enough. My mind fixes on the burn in my arse and the restriction at my throat.
"Please touch me." I'm so close.
His hand slips around my cock, gently stroking my length until I find the release I need. Release and relief. Tears pour down my face as I release all the emotions tugging at my mind.
"Good boy. Let it out."
Chapter forty-six
Nico
Porter,Knox,andCaeoall said yes to a shower, but I can't. I was far enough away from Tiffany to avoid the blood, but I still feel dirty. I'm dirty, and terrified of the only way I can get clean.
I'm not sure if Edward offering to stay with me is a good thing or not.
Being in the living room with him and Carter is definitely not a good feeling.
"You shot my daughter," Carter huffs at the fellow cartel boss.
I should excuse myself for a shower and hide somewhere until everyone else returns.
"You wanted her silenced, you just didn't want to piss off Porter in the process." Edward's hand grips tighter around my arm.
"Death is the only way to guarantee someone's silence," Carter nods. "And not using my hand will keep Porter’s anger from my door."
"I may take a daughter from you, but I can give a son." Edward pulls me forward suddenly so I'm right between the pair.
"What?" I gasp, suddenly wishing I was paying more attention. "Who?"
That's a stupid question when they are both staring at me.
"How old are you, boy?" Carter stands right before me, but I can't look at the man. His finger presses into my chin, forcing me to raise my head. “Tell me you're not mine."
"I am not."
"I was in Romania twenty or so years ago. I've been emotionally faithful to my wife, but physically not." Carter stares at me like he's hunting for a family resemblance. "How old are you?"
