Chapter 7

Knox

Her bottom lip trembles as she shakily turns to face me, keeping her head down and eyes on her feet. I refuse to bend or allow her a chance to think without me being in her face and reminding her of what she did. I want her thoughts to be plagued by me. Every waking moment I want her tearing herself apart over what she did. Her sister tried to spit some bullshit earlier but I'm not buying what the fuck she is selling. Her story is so farfetched. Lakeland is just a good fucking actress, she deserves an Oscar for the way she fooled me. She can't fake the scars that mar her body, you wouldn't know she had so many hidden beneath her clothing. I never even suspected she had them. She turns to the side and reaches out to grab the sponge from the shelf and squirts some soap on it. She turns to me, keeping her eyes on my chest.

I see the way she is warring within herself. Part of her wants to do it just to get it over with but the other part, that part wants to tell me to go fuck myself. I wait silently for her to make her mind up. I personally hope she chooses the latter, I would relish in making her scream. I want to feel her bones breaking beneath my hand, I want to see her eyes filled with terror knowing I am the one who is going to end her sorry-ass excuse of a life.

"You act like you've never done this before." She jolts at the sound of my voice and without thinking reaches out to glide the sponge across my chest. A satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth, this is going to be easier than I thought. Before she at least had a bit of—no, scratch that, she had a mountain load of fight in her but it seems she's acting like she forgot about that too. Her hand trembles as she reaches out to grip my own. I watch her with keenness, refusing to relax around her or allow my guard down. She washes that arm before doing the same to the other, then clears her throat.

"C-can you turn around?"

"So you can stab me in the back while I'm not looking again?" I bite out.

She shakes her head and darts her tongue out to moisten those full fucking lips. I may be raging and hate her but the sight of her curvaceous body and the way her perfect tits rise and fall with each breath has my cock standing to attention. She thought keeping her back to me as she undressed would deter me… Wrong, bitch. I've always loved her plump ass and watching it bounce up and down on my cock while she rode me.

"No," she says with slightly more determination but she still refuses to avert her gaze from the center of my chest.

"You don't command me and there is no fucking way I would ever turn my back on a snake like you. Now, kneel." For the first time, she finally meets my stare, her eyes spitting fire. I see it in her features, she wants to fight and refuse me. I bend until we are eye to eye, leaving a sliver of space between us. I hear her sharp intake of breath. "Kneel." Her nostrils flare in indignation.

"You're sick." She growls as she slowly lowers to her knees.

"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?" Her jaw works side to side as she fights to keep her retort to herself. Her lips thin as she tears her gaze from mine only to come face to face with my cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it being fully erect, her throat bobbing as she swallows audibly. I had planned to force her to clean me and that was it, but now with the way she is looking at my dick I decide to change my plan. I tangle my hand in her hair, she hisses but remains silent as I grip my cock in my hand. A shudder rolls through me as I pump myself and a groan slips free as I continue to stroke myself.

The sight of her cheeks flushing with heat and the way she gnaws on her bottom lip proves this bitch is a thirsty cunt and would suck my cock willingly if given the chance. I keep my gaze on her as I continue to stroke myself, her breaths are coming in short rapid pants. I'd bet good money that her dirty cunt is wet. Using my grip on her hair I force her head back and relish in the grunt that comes from her rotten mouth. I slap my cock on her lips, drawing a wide-eyed stare from her. She opens her mouth to curse me out no doubt but I don't give her a chance, I force my cock inside. A groan pulls from me as the feeling of her warm wet mouth swallows me.

"You bite it, you'll fucking regret it," I warn. Tears fill her eyes as I continue to take what the fuck I want from her. Seeing tears streak down her cheeks as she gags around me only fuels my need. A fire begins to burn low in my stomach as I feel my balls tighten with the need to come. Holding her in place, I force my cock all the way to the back of her throat. Her hands slap against my thighs as she chokes but all her fight does is turn me on. At the last second, I pull free and stroke myself hard and fast. She gasps for air and coughs but that doesn't stop me. I throw my head back and roar out my release as jets of cum land on her face and hair. A strangled sob comes from her as I gaze down at the picture I've painted. Releasing my cock, I smear my cum all over her face. She swings her head side to side and tries to shove me away but it's pointless. I make sure to cover every inch of her face and even smear it in her hair.

"Stop!" she screams. I keep my grip on her hair as I crouch down in front of her, grabbing her chin forcing her to look at me.

"You are nothing, you're a pathetic waste of space. All you will ever be good for is a place to sink my cock into and even then that was the worst blow job I've ever had in my life."

"You're cock seemed to like what it saw though." Her eyes widened in surprise at her outburst.

"My cock wasn't hard for you, it was hard because I was thinking about the many ways I'm going to fuck your sister." I shove her away from me as I stalk out of the shower. The sound of her crying follows me into the bedroom only to find Xander standing next to the window. Gritting my teeth, I grab a pair of sweats out of the dresser and yank them on. "What do you want?" He turns away from the window to run his gaze over me, the look of disdain in his eyes pisses me off. I know him and Taylan don't agree with what the fuck I'm doing but they don't get a say, not in this. I'm the fucking Don and if I have to remind my two best friends of that, then so fucking be it.

"Don't fall for her bullshit. I want to see the bitch broken and nothing more than a shell of the girl she once was." Surprised that he is on my side, I nod.

"I want her begging for death before I finally end it the same way she ended Wave. She won't survive this, you have my word." Xander seems to relax at my declaration.

"We move on her father and take Gio out before getting rid of her." I bristle at the demand but don't say anything. I've always valued and trusted his and Tay's opinions or suggestions of certain things but he needs to also remember that I call the fucking shots.

"Anything else?"

"She staying here with you?"

"You got a problem with that?" I grit out. He shakes his head and moves to exit the room but pauses at the sight of Lakeland in the bathroom doorway wearing one of my shirts. Her eyes are puffy and red from the tears, my hand print is bruised around her neck. He narrows his eyes and sneers at her with hatred. Her brows furrow and her head cocks to the side as she stares at him. I can see the confusion in her eyes. After a minute, Xan storms out of the room, slamming the door behind himself. Lake seems to snap out of whatever the fuck that was and shakes her head before flicking her gaze to the bed. I scoff before grabbing a pillow and a throw blanket off the end and toss it on the ground. "Try and escape and I'll break your legs. Fight me and I'll break your sister's to teach you a lesson." Her bottom lip trembles, causing disgust to roll through me. "You keep crying and I'll give you a fucking reason to shed tears. Harden the fuck up, Lakeland, you brought this on yourself."

It's been hours since I shut the lights off and still I can't fucking sleep. Lakeland seems to have no fucking trouble though! Her constant sleep talking and panting keeps me up. When she starts to whimper in her sleep, I growl. This has to be a fucking joke. I lean over and turn the bedside lamp on, ready to rip the bitch a new asshole for daring to keep me up. When I look down at her I'm surprised to see tears trailing down her cheeks. Actress or not, there is no way she can fake the pain etched on her face.

"Come back," she murmurs softly through her tears. A crease forms on my face as I begin to wonder who the fuck she is dreaming about. I don't give a shit if she has nightmares so long as I'm the star of them and the one inflicting the pain but I know for a fact, this dream isn't about me because she would never tell me to come back. "I tried," she whimpers. I debate leaving her to continue moaning in her sleep or continue to listen, hoping she'll say more but the sound of footsteps has me climbing out of bed and following the sound downstairs. I know for a fact it isn't one of the guys because they never make a sound, it was one of the things we taught ourselves when we took over. I move silently through the house. I spot the light in the kitchen and head there ready to lay waste to whoever the fuck it is. None of my men or the maids stay in the main house.

Rounding the corner, I rush in ready to tackle the fucker, only to slam to a halt at the sight of the culprit drinking milk from the carton! River startles at the sight of me and spits milk everywhere.

"What the fuck, Knox?" she snaps as if she has the fucking right to be drinking my milk and walking around my house like she isn't a fucking prisoner! When I take in what she is wearing, I roll my eyes at the shirt that is clearly not hers and definitely one of the guys.

"Which one are you fucking?" I ask as I lean my hip against the counter and cross my arms over my chest, watching her as she wipes down the spilt milk. She pauses and snaps her head up to shoot me a filthy look before returning to her task.

"Not you, so why does it matter?" I could never figure out which one of the guys she was sleeping with. When I asked Tay and Xan, they both just shrugged and refused to answer me.

"Why are you walking around my house like you have a right?" She dumps the cloth in the sink and mimics my position on the other side of the counter.

"Because you and I both know that the three of you still can't bring yourself to hurt me. I've been here mere hours and already your best friends are tripping over their feet and falling into my vagina." I shudder with disgust at the mental picture she is painting.

"You're worse than a fucking guy, you know that?" She shrugs and purses her lips.

"Maybe. I've never lied about what I want or who I am. I don't do commitment and never will, you all know this. Now, how about we stop with the bullshit small talk and trying to figure out whose cock was inside me ten minutes ago and remove the elephant in the room, shall we?"

"Jesus Christ, River!" I grit out as I scrub a hand down my face in frustration. Out of all the women in the world, we could have possibly formed a bond. Of course, it had to be one without a filter and a personality as fucked up as a serial killer. "How the fuck do you not have a cock swinging between your legs with the amount of big dick energy you put out?"

Without missing a beat the bitch claps back, "Because I prefer to suck cock not stroke one out in the shower and plus, I have really long fingers so it makes it easy for me to hit my own G-spot."

I refuse to acknowledge that shit!

"I'm going to bed. Get the fuck out of my kitchen." Before I can move an inch she fires back at me.

"I'll leave when you tell me what you plan to do with my sister?" My eyes narrow in warning but she ignores it. "I know you are livid and want her to suffer but believe me when I tell you that she has been suffering, silently for years without knowing why."

"Clearly, she hated you six years ago and now you both seem fucking chummy." Her lip twitches, it's always been her tell whenever she's getting angry.

"She never hated me, we're sisters and we tend to fight because of Percy filling her head with shit. I'm not lying to you she really did?—"

"I don't fucking care!" I roar as I slam my palms down on the marble counter. River reels back, dropping her arms to her sides. "I hate her, I fucking hate her!"

"I know–"

"You know nothing!" I shout. "You have no idea how I fucking feel. That night changed everything for me. I didn't want this shit or to be the boss. All I wanted was to live a normal life and one day make enough money to give the girl I had fallen for a life she deserved, but look how fucking well that turned out. All she had to do was come to me and I would have fixed everything. I could have saved my sister but that selfish bitch ruined everything."

I keep my gaze on River as she moves around the counter to come stand before me with a pitying look in her eyes that grates on my fucking nerves. I don't need her pity. I may not have wanted this life but I wouldn't give it up now that I have everything. I'm not weak or worrying about how to help my mother pay the bills, I own a fucking country.

"Knox," she whispers my name as she wraps her arms around me, causing me to stiffen in surprise. This bitch isn't the type to be affectionate or offer anyone a shoulder to cry on. After a minute my rage slowly starts to ease and I find my arms lifting on their own accord to return her embrace. "I'm sorry all this happened to you but you have to know that this isn"t who you really are. In the absence of light, darkness will prevail. Don't let this darkness consume you and change who you are."

Shoving her away from me, I sneer at the angry look in her eyes. "You think you can come back into my life after six years and mumble some mumbo jumbo bullshit then all will be right in the world?" I scoff and push on before she can answer. "You made your choice six years ago. It's clear to me now that we meant nothing to you. All we were to you was some punk kids your father hated and you used us to get on his nerves, nothing more."

"Fuck you, I loved the three of you like brothers?—"

"Bullshit!" I snarl as I get right in her face. "You ran like a scared little bitch."

"My sister was in the hospital for months, what did you want me to do?"

"Have the fucking guts to come to my sisters funeral!" I shout so fucking loud I know I would have woken the others. River stumbles backward, looking pale. "I trusted you. I let you in and welcomed you as one of us, only for you to turn your back on us like we were nothing the moment your father demanded you to. You may be fucking Tay and Xan but that doesn't mean we are friends. By the time I am done with your sister, you will hate me as much as I hate the both of you." I turn, not caring what the fuck she has to say but the cunts words have me tensing.

"There's a fine line between love and hate and you, Knox Bronson, still love my sister."

"Never said I didn't," I snarl.