Empire of Sin(Empire #2)(41)

“No? Your cunt that’s dripping due to the promise alone would argue otherwise. Do you like the thought of someone showing up and watching?”

“I don’t…”

“Good. Do you know why?” He pulls down my panties, so that they join my pants, and exposes my pussy; however, I still think he’ll back down and end the madness.

But I should’ve known better.

Knox and madness go hand in hand.

Sometimes, he is the madness.

He’s that piece of insanity that makes the most sense.

The foolishness in the midst of logic.

That’s how it feels now. So right and wrong at the same time.

The only right thing in the wrong.

The sound of his own zipper echoes in the air in the small nook behind the restaurant where anyone could pass by. Where any staff member could step out the door to throw something away or take a smoke break.

And I think he’s right. The possibility alone makes me wetter, stickier, messier.

He’s the reason why I’m this way. I was always a goody two shoes. A wallflower. Boring and mild.

Hell, I thought I would only like sex with the lights off and on scheduled days.

And no, those fantasies I had about being held down and fucked don’t count.

But he proved that they do. Very much so.

Ever since that first time, he’s provoked that part of me I reserved for nightmares. He’s taught me that I want more than mild and boring. That sex without lights and on Saturdays isn’t enough.

That sex isn’t enough.

I prefer fucking. Primal, rough, and out of control.

I prefer relinquishing all control and not thinking, even though we’re in public.

Even though this isn’t how my second time is supposed to be.

His lips meet my ear as he whispers, “I won’t let them see. They can wish, they can imagine, but they’ll never have you like I do, beautiful. They won’t even dream about seeing this pussy, let alone fucking it.”

And with that, he thrusts inside me from behind. The motion is so deep and raw that I get on my tiptoes.

Holy shit.

Is it possible to come from penetration alone? Because I think I’m there. The orgasm isn’t as hard as the other time, but it’s shaking me, it’s gripping and dragging and filling me to the brim.

“You like this, don’t you, my little liar?” He’s still whispering in my ear, one hand on my hip and the other holding me by the throat. “You like the threat of being found out, of being seen while surrendering to the most carnal part of you.”

“Oh…” I trail off because he’s pounding into me now, hard and fast and unrestrained. I’m bumping against the wall, my legs shaking and my heart about to spill to the ground.

My nails scratch on the wall for balance, but it’s impossible with his pace. His mad, harsh, and savage pace that’s building a hurricane inside me.

“Say you like it, Anastasia.” He slows to low, deep thrusts that make my toes curl.

“Like w-what?”

“The depravity of it all, the promise of the unknown. The fact that someone can walk up now.” Thrust. “Or now.”

He drives in again, deeper this time, and I moan, the vibration bouncing from my throat and against his fingers.

“I do…” I whimper.

“You do, don’t you? You like being fucked rough and fast in a place where people can find us…where they can see who you belong to…”

“Oh, God…” I’m coming again and it’s stronger this time, more consuming, and without restraint.

I can feel myself strangling his cock, clenching around him, and pulling him deeper with the force of my orgasm.

“So fucking tight, my Anastasia,” he grunts near my ear.

As if possible, my release gains more power, stretching and pulling at a place inside me I didn’t think existed.

But that doesn’t make Knox stop.

If anything, he’s pounding into me more ruthlessly, so much that I’m bouncing off the wall. My nipples peak and pucker against my bra and the friction on the solid surface makes them ache so much, it’s almost unbearable.

Everything is so sensitive, sore, and so utterly pleased. Like that first time, but multiplied by ten.

“Fuck,” I hear him groan at my ear. “Fuck how tight and beautiful and bloody addictive you are. Fuck!”

And then his chest turns rigid at my back, and then he’s spilling inside me. Hot spurts of his cum warming my pussy.

Holy shit.

“You…you…” I pant. “You didn’t use a condom?”

The question is stupid because I can feel him bare inside me, I can feel the hot spurt of his cum in me.

There’s a long pause. One so silent that I fidget and slowly stare back at him, making that eye contact that I hate so much.

Knox is standing there, covering my back, his cock still inside me and his hands on my hip and throat, and he looks so savage.

So raw.

So dark, even.

It’s not like that first time, though I don’t really remember it since I passed out right afterward.

I would’ve done the same just now if it weren’t for being faced with the reality that he didn’t use a condom.

That he just came inside me.