Empire of Sin (Empire #2)(26)

“That’s not…oh…” My words end in a moan because he’s pressing a finger against my clit now, and although it’s through my pants and underwear, I can feel the throbbing of my veins in my core.

“You shouldn’t be.” He’s speaking against my ear, his voice hotter and sexier in the low range.

For a second, I’m so focused on that, on his voice and range, that I momentarily forget what’s at stake here. My brain has tuned out all environmental elements so all I can feel is his cut body that has a warrior tattoo hidden beneath the prim and proper suit.

A lot of muscles, too, that I saw that day and currently feel against the softness of my belly and breasts.

Everything about me is so soft while he’s so hard and big that he makes me feel small. So small and breakable, but instead of becoming apprehensive, my skin catches fire and a strange type of arousal spreads inside me.

That’s wrong, though, isn’t it? I’m not supposed to be turned on by our size difference. If anything, I should be wary of it, should think of what’s at stake.

Like my laptop.

Knox must’ve gotten this close to aim for my laptop that I’m holding with both hands and keeping it out of reach above my head.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he flicks his tongue on the shell of my ear and I can’t help the zaps of pleasure that burst in waves across my sensitive flesh. When his deep whisper follows, I’m on the verge of something so harsh, it steals my breath.

“You shouldn’t be shy. After all…” He digs his fingers in my pussy and I bite my tongue to suppress a moan. “I made this cunt bleed for the first time.”

Shit.

Why does he make the act of taking my virginity sound so hot? It shouldn’t, not when I always considered it a burden that could be used to marry me off to the first suitable man my family found for me. Not when all I cared about was getting rid of it. But hearing him say those words makes everything sound more twisted, perverted, and completely deviant.

“Open.” The firm, non-negotiable order sends a blast of sparks inside me.

He doesn’t need to use his fingers to force my legs apart, because they fall open on their own. My mind is conditioned to all the delicious authoritativeness that I felt that night, to the surrender I experienced for the first time in my life.

And it’s not the forced type where I had no choice, because I did, I had the option to walk away, but I chose not to.

I chose to stay.

Because for the first time, I wasn’t the daughter of a dangerous family or the fake Jane. It was just me.

As if he’s thinking the same, Knox reaches for my glasses. I want to stop him, but I can’t let go of the laptop, and just like that, he removes them. I don’t think he’s able to see my eyes in the darkness, and if he does, he’ll only look into the contacts. However, when he does look at me, it feels different, like we’re back at that moment.

Where we were anonymous.

“Open wider,” he commands, and this time, I don’t have to part my legs much since his hand is already on the zipper of my pants. He easily pulls them down, then slides his fingers into my panties.

It’s a jolt, a shock reaction that causes my back to arch off the floor and my hands to become sweaty on the laptop.

This isn’t the first time he’s touched me this intimately, but it feels like it is.

“Hmm. Someone got turned on by the wrestling” It’s that sadism again, but it’s mixed with a foggy type of lust.

Or maybe that’s me.

He rubs the length of his massive erection on my stomach and I go still, my breathing shattering. “Your little wiggling got me rock-fucking-hard, beautiful. You will take care of that, won’t you?”

I don’t understand what he’s talking about, partly because his fingers continue rubbing my soaking folds, and partly because his erection is growing by the second.

The sound of his zipper echoes in the air and I hold my breath, even though I’m overwhelmed by all types of sensations. Even though my heart is about to jump out to where his fingers are on my pussy.

The way he touches me is slow and firm, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing and where he’s taking this. And I’m helpless in front of that, completely and utterly caught in a trap I can’t escape.

Then something happens.

His erection that I was feeling on my stomach only a few seconds ago replaces his fingers, rubbing against my panties-covered pussy.

The sparks of pleasure turn into full-blown bursts, but that’s not all, because he’s thrusting against my opening while it’s still covered and for some reason, that feels perverted and causes more arousal to coat both of us.

“I want to fuck you,” he grunts as he thrusts, rubs, and slides his cock up and down my panties. “I want to yank down your fake identity’s clothes and pound into your tight cunt until you’re screaming.”

Do it, I want to say.

Just do it already. I’ve been having withdrawals I didn’t think I would suffer from ever since the first time he touched me.

Ever since I found out what sex is all about.

And not sex with just anyone. Sex with him and his deliciously intense dominance. Ordinarily, I’d run away from it, but with Knox, I’m slamming straight into it.

Consciously and subconsciously.