Burn

I’m going to rip your cock off and—

A second finger joined the first; they scissored, stretched, and swirled. Despite her best efforts to withstand the pleasure, her knees buckled. She had to grab onto Knox’s shirt for support.

He curled his arm around her. “Seems like the champagne’s definitely gotten to you. Dario, enjoy your evening.” There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity in the latter words. Knox guided her to the private elevator that would take them straight to the top floor. All the while, those icy fingers continued to pump.

You’reamotherfuckingcocksuckingpsychopathicsonofabitch!

A hard thrust of those fingers wrenched a gasp from her. At this point, her pussy was flaming and throbbing – needing him so badly it was all she could do not to sob. But he was being a dick.

When Levi and Tanner went to step into the elevator, Knox shook his head. “Take the stairs.” The sentinels nodded, giving him a knowing smile.

The moment the doors closed, she whirled on Knox with a growl. Before she could say a word, his mouth crashed on hers and his tongue shot inside. The kiss was dominant, possessive, and devastating. He forcefully backed her into the wall, making the breath slam out of her lungs. His hands shackled her wrists and held them high above her head – the entire time, the psychic fingers continued to drive her to the brink of insanity.

Knox kicked her legs apart and used his lower body to pin her in place. “Look at me.” As she did, her eyes changed from amber to gold; they blazed with a raw need that made his gut twist. He fucking burned for her. He was hard and hurting, aching to be in her, to feel her pussy clenching and squeezing him. But not yet.

As the fingers picked up their rhythm, Harper moaned and bit hard on her lip. Being unable to move, unable to arch into the thrusts, only increased her frustration. But she didn’t fight him, knowing from experience that the sadistic bastard would slow down to punish her if she didn’t let him lead.

“Good girl, take it.” Upping the pace of the thrusts to reward her, Knox sucked on her earlobe. “Did you know that if I stopped now, you’d stay like this? You wouldn’t be able to finish yourself off. It wouldn’t matter how hard or how many times you fucked yourself with your fingers, it wouldn’t matter if you turned to someone else – which you wouldn’t, or I would fucking kill them for even daring to touch what’s mine.” He stared into eyes that were glazed over with lust. “Only I can take that ache away once I put it there, Harper. Only me.”

“Knox, I’m really, really close to coming.” At that moment, they reached the top floor. His hand shot out and punched the emergency button before the doors could open. Then the cold, tormenting fingers dissolved, making the blistering ache inside her even worse. “No!” she sobbed.

“Tell me you want my cock in you.” Defiance flared in her expression. He arched a brow. “If you want it, you have to tell me.”

She licked her lips. “I want your cock in me.”

He peeled up her dress, hoisted her up, and unbuttoned his fly as she curled her limbs around him. “Are you protected?” he rumbled.

She nodded. Demons had invented contraceptive pills before humans.

“Good. I want to shoot my come inside you. I want you dripping with it.” He plunged inside her, groaning as her pussy clamped around him like a vice. “I love that you get so fucking wet for me.” He drove into her again. “And I love being in this pussy. Tight. Hot. Slick. And mine.”

Harper clung to him as he brutally powered into her at a furious pace – taking everything, demanding everything. She was so hot and hypersensitive inside and he was so big that it should have been painful, but nothing had ever felt better than his cock stretching her, filling her to bursting.

“Tell me you belong to me, Harper,” he growled. Her eyes narrowed. “Say it.”

She snarled. “Now you’re pushing it.” He stilled, pinning her with his dark sensual gaze that suddenly glittered with danger and caution. She froze instinctively.

“Say it,” he rumbled, his tone dominant and implacable.

“I’m your anchor, so you have rights to me,” she conceded. “But I belong to me.” He smiled crookedly, but it didn’t relax her – there was nothing reassuring about that smile.

Knox punched his cock inside her once, twice. “Oh, you’re so wrong, baby.” The words were soft yet insistent. “You belong to me.”

She shook her head. “You’ll give me up.” He’d have no choice once his demon lost interest. But resolve was suddenly etched into every line of his face.

“No.” He drove deep once more. “I won’t.”

“Your demon will make you do it.” She swallowed hard as his eyes bled to black.

“No, little sphinx,” countered that familiar emotionless voice. “You’re ours.”

It began ruthlessly ramming into her at a feverish pace. For a few moments Knox regained control, groaning about how hot she was, how her pussy was made for him. Then the demon was back, driving so deep inside her she knew it was in her womb. Again and again they switched, so that she was being ferociously fucked by both Knox and his demon. Neither gave her any reprieve.

As her pussy tightened and fluttered around his cock, Knox knew she was about to come. “Wait,” he ordered.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

But he knew she would; she always did. Even when he shifted his angle, hitting her sweet spot, she held back for him. “Good girl. You can come now.” He growled low in his throat as her blazing hot pussy squeezed and rippled around him when she came, screaming. “Fuck.” He jammed his cock deep and exploded, shooting jet after jet of come inside her.