Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Myrah

T he doorbell chimes and my heart nearly leaps from my chest. My nerves are completely shot. I climb off Knox’s bed and peek out behind the curtain to see who’s here. There’s a police cruiser parked in the driveway. Rowan said she was going to call Ryker and ask for his help then call me back, but she couldn’t get ahold of him. Maybe she finally spoke to him and he stopped by to talk to me in person.

I throw my fuzzy robe on over my rainbow pajamas and run down the stairs. I’m hoping Ryker is here to tell me he can protect my brother and keep me from having to sell my body to my evil stepmonster.

I round the corner into the foyer and come to a halting stop when I see who’s standing on the other side of the glass-paned steel door. Dark, dangerous eyes are staring me down, making the butterflies in my stomach rouse fiercely. Knox looks like a hungry prisoner on the hunt for his last meal. An attacker ready to break through the glass and come straight for me. I’m so shocked that he’s here that my feet won’t even move forward.

My breath is picking up. Heart racing so fast it feels like it’s going to tear through my chest. The extreme intensity rolling off him cuts right through the distance and barriers between us and runs right down my spine.

His hands press to the glass. His chest heaving as his jaw clenches. Inside the state prison, Knox looked like a dangerous criminal, but right now, he looks like a deadly predator. And my pussy is quivering, anxious to be brutalized by the uncaged beast.

“Open the door, Myrah.” The intense growl is so loud it rumbles through the thick panes of glass, probably shaking them in their frames.

My feet finally start working again, treading forward slowly. Hesitantly. Each step closer sending another wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins; a victim walking straight toward her attacker. A bunny walking right into a hungry lion’s den. I know that once I get the door open, my body won’t stand a chance.

My fingers fumble with the locks like they’re greased with butter. Every part of me is aching with excitement and nerves. The madness in his eyes singeing my skin and making me wet myself like a scared little girl. Though…I’m anything but afraid of the man; that’s not the reason I’m soaking my shorts through.

Finally, I get the locks unlatched then slowly back away from the door, giving myself space to catch my breath. A moment to watch the magnificent waves cresting to their peaks before they crash. Knox presses the door open and in with the cool night breeze comes a blast of carnal heat, sending a rush through me from head to toe. His turgid muscles flex at his sides, the veins in his forearms swollen and proving just how amped up he is right now. I take another step back, unsure of his next move. Nervous yet excited.

“Don’t you dare run from me, Myr. We both know I was always the winner at tag.”

Knox should know better than to assume he’s faster than me. I’m not running on twelve-year-old legs anymore. Maybe it’s time to prove that I’m not such an easy catch, and if he wants between my legs, he’s going to have to chase me a little. I turn, taking off in a sprint, but before I get three steps forward, an arm comes around my waist and I’m lifted off the floor. Knox’s scorching mouth right at my ear. “Been locked away for six years, Myr. If you think this little pussy stands a chance, you’re wrong.”

I’m suddenly forced against the wall, my robe yanked down my back and tossed away. Knox’s growl echoes throughout the marble corridor like a violent roar. “Goddamn, my little girl is a tease. Look at this ripe peach hanging out of those tiny shorts.” His large palm grasps my barely covered butt cheek, giving it a firm squeeze, rubbing it with admiration. “Now, you better turn around and give your man the greeting he deserves, or else you’re going to be in some serious trouble.”

The way he says the word trouble makes defiance seem tempting, but I’m also longing for another one of those incredible kisses. I slowly turn. My back coming flush against the cold wall. My eyes becoming locked on his dark stare. I get one blink in before that wave crashes down on me, drenching my thighs in lust as his lips sweep me into a mass of blissful chaos. His firm mouth and hungry tongue a wild force of nature. Giving and taking so perfectly. Building that hungry ache between my legs to a painful state. And then…as fast as it began, it’s over.

Knox pulls back. His chest heaving even harder. His eyes unrecognizable. I’ve never seen a man so feral in my life. He slowly slithers his stare over every inch of my body like a venomous predator, landing right between my legs, looking like he found the perfect place for his snake to burrow and hibernate for the winter.

“You better slide down those little shorts, sis, or else they’re going to become scraps.”

Even his gritted-out warning makes him sound wild. I definitely don’t want my favorite pajamas ruined, so I tug them down my thighs. The soaked material pulling away from my swollen skin right before the cool air hits. They fall down to my ankles and Knox’s knees hit the floor. He bends forward and inhales deeply. Another animalistic sound reverberates off the walls and off my clit.

“Fucking perfect,” he groans. And then…a wild moan is falling from my lips and ricocheting off the marble as he buries his mouth between my legs. Just like an animal burrowing into the ground. His lips, tongue, and nose torturing me with pleasure.

Never has a guy been so ravenous. Never has my clit been so thoroughly sucked. And with each swipe of his fat tongue, dipping inside me before lathing up through my folds, I nearly break in two. Shocks hit me hard, building the friction up to an unbearably delicious point. And when his tongue thrusts into my center, his beastly growls vibrating over my sensitive skin, I come so hard my body slumps forward, bending in two. Slumping right over his shoulder.

Knox bears my weight as he sucks down every drop of my orgasm. His tongue continuing to thrust in and out. His teeth tugging and nibbling at my folds. Those soft, firm lips massaging over my clit. Around and around. Making me dizzy with pleasure. He licks me into an oblivion and back down to earth. Only to thrust me back up into another forceful wave of heat, multiplying the electrical shocks and giving me the first multiple orgasm of my life. By the time I’m settling down from the second storm, my body feels weightless.

Knox stands from the ground taking me with him. I’m barely coherent as he ascends the stairs and takes us to his room. He lays me down onto his bed, staying rooted by the foot, still staring at me like a feral man. Slowly, he starts peeling the clothes from his hardened frame, his tattoos coming into view. I trail over each and every inch of his beautiful art and his sinful body, my body coming alive again at the sight.

“Take the top off, Myr. Show me those beauties you’ve got hidden underneath.”

My weak arms slowly do as told, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the side. “Fucking perfect,” he growls, licking his lips. “Now it’s time for me to feed on those sweet tits while that tight little pussy nurses on my cock.”

God, I love the way he speaks to me. So dominant and demanding. So raw. Knox isn’t just the ultimate bad boy. He’s an unruly prisoner who’s just been released. Wait… How did he get out? How is he even here? My mind was so wrapped up in the heat, my head caught in a wind tunnel of turbulent lust that it didn’t even register that he’s free. He’s not in prison anymore.

“How did you get out, Knox?” I ask through a breathless rasp. My body still on the verge of need, but I need to know what happened. Is he here for good? Or is this temporary until there’s another trial? Did Ryker find the lost footage? There are so many questions running through my mind.

He shakes his head, kneeling on the bed and closing in on me. “Two thousand one hundred and ninety-seven days locked in hell. Deprived of my primal need as a man. Teased to the brink of madness by this sexy little body. Now is not the time to talk, Myr. It’s time for you to open wide for your big bad brother. Because this dick”—he grabs the thick purple shaft all shiny with his cum, all swollen and pumped with blood and bulging with veins—“is going to fuck you dirty first. And then once my seed is pumped out of these aching balls, filling that pretty cunt, we can chat.”

His hands grip my thighs and force them as wide as they’ll go and then his dick is aiming right for its target, breaching my entrance and sliding in. Inch by perfect, thick inch. His head falls back on his shoulders as a groan fills the room. “Oh fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut and pure satisfaction fills each and every one of his features. From his clenched, ticking jaw to his shaking frame, it’s almost as if the pleasure is too overwhelming, too strong that he can barely handle it.

“Goddamn, baby. You’re never leaving this bed. This is my home.” His head slowly raises. Eyes opening. “You are my home.” His cock finally slides all the way in. His pelvis hitting my clit and his name gasping from my lips.

“I love you, Myrah.” He slides back out slowly. The love burning deep in his stare sends another wave of warm heat through my pussy.

“I love you too, Knox,” I whisper, barely able to speak through all the emotions and feelings swarming in my mind, body, and soul. He thrusts his cock right back into the hilt. My body jerking towards the headboard. Breasts bouncing on my chest, gaining his heated attention.

“You better say that, because this body and these tits”—he palms them in his firm grip—“are mine. Owned. Possessed. And protected by me and only me.”

His words are emphasized with thrusts of his hips. Each one hitting that special place inside that none of the guys I’ve been with have ever reached. Only when I’ve ridden my dildo can I get the spot. But Knox…he’s getting it with precision. Building me up fast. Making my vision blur the closer I get to the tipping point.

“Fuck! Get there, baby,” he grunts, hips jerking forward. “Your hot little pussy’s squeezing me too tight. Need to come, but you have to go first.” I crest over the edge, his desperate groaned plea the final flick of heat I needed, and then I’m drowning in pleasure. Submerged straight under wave after roaring wave of the most intense feelings I’ve ever experienced.

“That’s it, baby. Drench me.”

His head falls back again, a roar that would wake the dead blasting through the house as he finds his own release. Every part of him tensed and glistening with sweat as his dick swells even more and his cum spills deep in my womb. Filling me past the brim and dripping down my thighs. Our heaving breaths become the background music as our bodies wash back into shore and our orgasms come to a slow and steady finish. My pussy giving him a roaring applause over receiving the best orgasm of my life. Pulsing and quivering violently around his hard shaft. God, it’s not even semi-soft after that.

I finally find the strength and open my eyes. Knox is staring down at me with a look so possessive it makes me shiver. He used to look at me as an overprotective brother, concerned for my well-being and always so loving. But now…there’s no doubt in my mind those loving feelings have evolved. And obsession has now taken their place.

He bends down, taking my mouth into a slow, sensual kiss, mirroring every emotion I feel and see in him. Making my heart pound with contentment for the first time in my life. He’s right. This is home. Me and him. But is he home for good? Or is he out awaiting another trial? It’s time for him to tell me what’s going on.

“So, are you going to tell me how you’re here, Knox?” I run my fingers up his chest. His hand comes up and clutches over mine, stopping my exploration.

“Not if you keep touching me. You want to chat, babe, then I need you to behave. Otherwise, my dick’s calling the shots again.”

My cheeks perk up into a grin. I love how starved he is. And I love that I’m the lucky one who gets to help him make up for lost time.

“So, not long after you left,” he starts, dropping down to my side, pulling me into his arms and cuddling me close. “Burbank took me to the warden’s office.”

He tells me everything that happened. Every detail shocking me further.

“So that’s it?” I ask. “You’re just free now. No record? No trial? It’s just over?”

He runs his thumb across my cheek. His eyes following its path.

“Yes, babe. They’ll arrest my dad when he gets back into the country and then this will all be behind us.”

I still can’t believe his own father would do that to him. I knew Lloyd was greedy, but he became poisoned by it. It turned him into a monster. A monster who was going to blackmail his stepdaughter for sex. But thankfully, now he’s never going to be able to touch me again. And I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees that Knox is going to be the one I’m screaming for.

Knox’s fingers continue their path, running down my cheek, over my chin, all the way down to the crease between my breasts, and immediately the kindling has been lit and my body is starting to heat again. His thumb circles my nipple and a gasp leaves my mouth.

“When did you go and grow up on me, Myr?” His tongue slides across his lower lip. A wild look in his eyes. This feels just like the fantasy he described earlier. He plucks my nipple between two of his fingers, tweaking it to perfection. “So perky and round,” he rasps, now running his finger around the outer edge. “You have the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen, sis.”

That last word sends a ripple of electrical heat right through my fluttering stomach, landing between my legs. The forbidden nature of our relationship is a complete turn-on. Maybe I’m twisted, but at least I’m not alone in my perversion. Knox is suffering from the same sickness.

“Even prettier than Anna’s?” I ask, playing into my fantasy from earlier, but her name seems to strike a chord with him. His jaw clenches and those dark eyes turn dangerous. His hand freezes on my body. I know he hates her, but I didn’t realize just how much.

“Yes, Myr. Your breasts are prettier than hers.” He nods, locking back in on the two plump mounds on my chest. The ones I know are twice the size of Anna’s. “Everything about you is prettier than her. Inside and out.”

He dips forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and gives it his sweet torture. Kissing it so thoroughly, little mewling sounds come slipping from my throat. The need is burning deep again.

“Knox,” I say on a breathless whisper. “I need another one of your special kisses.” I point to the aching spot between my legs, tapping on my clit and sending a shock of heat up my spine. That unruly look returns in his eyes. The sexual madness tensing all of his features. His body nearly shaking as he tries to hold back his sexual attack.

His head lowers over my breast again. This time giving the other one his thorough attention. Making my back arch on a whimper as he takes long suckling drags of my nipple. Flattening his tongue and covering every inch of my pebbled skin before he lightly flutters it on the underside of my peak. My boob is receiving the attention my clit wants. But not for long, because his massive frame begins to slide its way down, wedging between my two thighs.

“I’ll give you a kiss,” he growls, “but you have to keep it our little secret.” And once again, Knox is making my fantasy come to life. Only, it’s even hotter than I imagined. And his mouth exceeds any dream I’ve ever had.