All Chained Up (Devil's Rock #1)(49)

She looked down, met his dark-rimmed blue eyes just as he shoved up inside her, his hardness filling her so completely her lips broke apart on a moan.

He held himself still inside her, hands cupping her ass. Pinned between his big body and the wall, she inhaled deeply, her chest lifting as she tried to catch her breath. An impossibility. She felt swallowed up. Surrounded and invaded by every part of him. There was no separating her from him. Him from her. His gaze fixed on her, holding her hostage.

She swallowed, searching for her voice, desperate for him to move, to sweep her back to that place where she flew out of her body. Left her flesh and skin and bones behind. He pulsed inside her, his cock buried deep. She gulped for air, swallowing hard, fighting against the impulse to pant and make more embarrassing sounds.

She stretched high against him, her hands clutching the taut curve of his shoulders as she tried to move her hips, but it was useless. He had her trapped between him and the wall.

“Still say we can’t do this?” he challenged, holding himself agonizingly motionless.

She writhed, desperate to move. To f*ck. And the glint in his eyes told her he knew that. He was playing with her, using her desire against her.

She whimpered, hating how easily her body turned on her. Hating herself for being so weak. Her face flushed hot. She nodded drunkenly. “Yes! We can, okay!”

“Can what?” His voice flayed like a whip. The laser focus of his eyes cut deep into her, striking bone. “Say it, Briar.”

“We can . . . we can f*ck.”

He cocked his head to the side as if to say not good enough. He gave the barest pump of his hips, but that drag of their skin together shot sensation to every nerve in her body. “You sure?”

“Damn it, yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into him as she strained to lift up and ride him.

It was what he had been waiting for. Her unflinching consent. Her total surrender.

“Remember that,” he growled, his fingers flexing on her ass. “Then we won’t have to have this conversation again.”

She nodded, even knowing some of her should bristle at the command in his voice, at his total domination of her, but in that moment she didn’t care. She wanted to be dominated by him.

He pulled out and thrust back inside her, finally unleashing himself, giving her what she wanted. What she needed. And he didn’t stop. Filling her, pushing and pulling, rocking against her. She slid up and down the wall from the force of his thrusts.

“OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, clutching him tightly and burying her face in his neck.

His breathing grew shallow against her ear. The harsh rasp turned her skin to goose flesh. He slowed and she moaned her frustration, turning her face and biting into the side of his neck. “Don’t stop,” she choked against his heated skin.

“Oh, I’m not stopping, baby. Not yet. Remember what I told you.” He increased his pace then like he was determined to get her off. “You’ll come for me. Every time.” Her orgasm hit hard as the deep rumble of his words sank into her. Her thighs squeezed tight around him as she rode out her orgasm. He moved inside her several more times, harder, faster against her oversensitized flesh.

He grunted and sighed, reaching his own release. She ducked her head, breathing in his skin, reveling in the sensation of him twitching inside her. She smoothed her hands down his biceps as her heavy breaths evened out.

A knock sounded at her door.

She lifted her head. Her stare collided with his waiting gaze. “Pizza,” she murmured.

“Yeah.” He stepped back, withdrawing from her. “I’ll get it.”

She slid down to her feet, her legs wobbly. Knox turned and got rid of the condom in the kitchen before stepping back out, zipping his jeans back up.

Averting her gaze, she snatched up her shorts and underwear. “Let me just get some cash—”

“I got it,” he said, a slight edge to his voice, which stopped her from reaching for her purse. “A pizza’s not going to break me.”

Heat crawled up her face. She’d offended him. His face flushed as he dug out his wallet from his back pocket. Nodding, she dove into her room. Closeted in her bathroom, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Standing under the showerhead, she let the water beat down on her.

She filled her palms with shower gel and lathered her body, but it didn’t matter. No amount of soap could ever erase the memory of him from her body. She would still feel him. She would always feel him. She didn’t want to stop feeling him.

So much for thinking she could resist him. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She wouldn’t even try.





SEVENTEEN


THE NEXT FEW days passed in a blur of mind-numbing sex. Knox showed up at her place every day. Depending on his work schedule, sometimes he was waiting for her when she got off work. Other times he showed up late. Either way, it didn’t matter. She always opened her door to him and they always ended up in bed. Well, if they made it that far. Sometimes they got as far as her living room couch. Once they didn’t even make it past her small foyer area. She only managed to close the door before they went at it.

She never had this before. To be sure, she was no experienced lover. Her ex had told her that when it came to sex she was lacking. At least that was Beau’s excuse when she caught him with another girl their sophomore year of college. She didn’t have what it took to please a guy but apparently Kylie-Marie three rooms down the hall did. With Knox, though, she forgot all about that. Her insecurities flew out the window. He made her feel skilled. Powerful. Irresistible. It was going to be hard to let this all go.