Page 89 of Knot So Sweet

A low growl escaped from behind the mask, and it sent a shiver of fear and unexpected arousal racing down my spine all at once.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.I thought, grappling with the confusing mix of terror and attraction.

What the hell is wrong with me? He was probably sent here to finish the job or something even more horrific.

"Who sent you?" I asked, my voice wavering as I took a step back, instinctively trying to create distance. The moment I did, regret gnawed at me. My molars clashed together harshly, and my nails dug crescent moons into my palms as I fought to maintain control.

His focus was solely on me now. Adam's still form faded into the background. The weight of his attention was a double-edged sword—terrifying yet intoxicating. He stepped around Adam's body, leaving bloody prints in his wake. The sight made my stomach churn, tightening the grip of panic around my throat.

With each step he took toward me, my world darkened as his massive shoulders blocked out the sun completely. I tilted my head back, forcing myself to hold my ground as my gaze locked onto the only part of him visible through the mask.

His intense honey eyes. For a second, I couldn’t look away. It was the only clue to who he was, and I searched them desperately for something—anything—that would tell me if I was about to die, or if there was more behind that cold hockey mask.

But damn, those eyes were impossible to ignore, equal parts dangerous and captivating. My heart stuttered in my chest, torn between fear and something darker. If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it by now.

Right?

He lifted a gloved hand toward me, and I flinched instinctively. He froze, his hand inches from my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. I tried to steady my breathing, but all that did was envelop me in his scent—cinnamon and something bitter,brimstone.

His scent was intoxicating, and with each inhale, I felt myself teetering toward him like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Who are you?" As soon as the words left my lips, his hand made contact. The leather of his gloves was cool against my heated cheek. The moment his gloved fingertips traced my jaw,goosebumps erupted in their wake, igniting a haze of confusion and raw desire I had never experienced before. I wanted to pull away from this terrifying alpha, but my body betrayed me, yearning for more of his touch.

His fingers glided down my neck, tracing the edge of my collar with deliberate slowness. Each brush of his glove left a trail of fire in its wake, the tension between us thickening with every passing second.

As he moved up to my jaw, his touch became even more deliberate, his fingers brushing the line of my lips with a teasing slowness that had my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

My breath caught in my throat as the heat pooling in my core intensified, my lips parting with a gasp at the sensations coursing through me.

And in that moment, he shoved his fingers inside without hesitation.

The invasion was sudden, dominant, and instinctively, I sucked them deeper, as if it were his cock filling my mouth instead. My body responded instantly, helplessly, to the silent command.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through the space between us, heightening my arousal in ways I couldn’t comprehend.

That sound alone sent shivers down my spine, settling deep in my core as if he were physically touching my most sensitive spot.

Holy shit.

His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, gliding in and out of my mouth, savoring the moment as his gaze bore into me from behind the hockey mask.

The mask obscured his face, leaving only his intense eyes visible, sharp and predatory, watching my every reaction with a calculated intensity that made my pulse race.

My breath hitched, soft sounds of pleasure escaping my lips despite my attempt to stifle them. The leather of his gloves pressed against my tongue, making me crave more—more of his touch, more of this dominance.

His grip tightened in my hair, twisting the strands around his fist, and I gasped. The sharp sting shot through me like lightning, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

My hips bucked instinctively, desperate for friction, for something—anything—to relieve the pressure building inside me. Another deep growl rumbled through his chest, more primal, more commanding, the vibrations sinking straight to my clit.

The heat between my thighs ignited into a consuming flame, and I could feel the throbbing ache grow unbearable.

He quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into my mouth, and I could barely suppress the moans rising from my chest. Each movement of his fingers drew a grunt from him, and with every sound he made, my clit throbbed harder.

The rhythm of his fingers was intoxicating, his dominance suffocating in the most delicious way.

Saliva pooled in my mouth, dribbling down my chin, but I didn’t care. I sucked his fingers deeper, hungrier, my body completely lost in the rhythm of his thrusts.

I could feel my cheeks flush, humiliation mingling with raw desire, but the thrill of being so completely at his mercy consumed me. With each growl he let out, my need only intensified, my body responding helplessly to the primal commands his presence alone seemed to issue.

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