Page 64 of Doomed
Knox steps back, his eyes never leaving mine as he moves toward the wheel mechanism. “You’re too high up, princess. Let me fix that.”
He turns the wheel deliberately slow, and the ropes begin to lower me inch by inch. They ease me down until I hang with my core at his waist level, toes still unable to reach the floor. Suspended this way, I’m positioned for his pleasure—defenseless and exposed.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, returning to stand between my spread thighs. “Just the right height.”
His hands grip my waist, pulling my bound form closer to him. Despite the restraints holding my arms above me, there’s an intimacy in how he cradles me against his chest. His hardness presses against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he doesn’t push inside.
Instead, Knox tears down the front of my blue silk dress with one swift motion, exposing my breasts to the cool air. I gasp at the sudden exposure, but the sound transforms into a moan when his mouth closes around one sensitive nipple.
“Knox,” I whimper as he sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention while his hands support my suspended weight.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wild with desire. “Beg for it,” he commands, his voice rough. “And make it good. I want to hear fucking poetry coming out of that pretty mouth while I leave my marks on this beautiful body. Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you.” His hand goes to a breast, squeezing it tight enough that I know it will bruise, and my clit is instantly throbbing again. I try to focus on my task, Knox latches onto the top of my left breast, teeth grazing, nipping, then sucking hard enough that I know he’s decided where his next mark of ownership belongs. My breath hitches, a whimper pouring frommy lips before becoming a wanton moan that I’ve never heard myself make before. Fuck—what this man does to me.
My mind goes blank for a moment, overwhelmed by sensation and need. The ropes creak above me as my body shifts, trying to press myself against his hardness.
“Use your words, Bianca,” he growls, nipping at my collarbone. “Make me believe you’re dying for it.” His teeth find his next mark, slowly inflicting pressure on the curve of muscle between my shoulder and neck. He sucks harder this time, and I have to force myself to focus on his instructions, and with his love bites, all I can think about is his mouth giving my clit that same attention.
Suspended in his web of silk, I’m caught between heaven and earth, neither here nor there—just like us, somewhere between enemies and lovers. I’m hung like one of my canvases, waiting for his brushstrokes to bring me to life.
“I need you like oxygen,” I whisper. “Like the moment before paint touches canvas—that perfect anticipation that burns through my veins.”
I arch my back as much as the ropes allow, presenting myself to him. My confession pours out, uncensored.
“My pleasure is a locked room, and you’re the only key. I’ve been empty all my life, waiting for someone to fill the hollowness inside me.” My eyes lock with his, surrendering the last of my pride. “Please, Knox. I’m an unfinished masterpiece. Complete me.”
The vulnerability of my position—suspended, bound, exposed—mirrors the emotional surrender happening within me.
“Each inch of my skin is calling your name. Can’t you hear it?” I roll my hips toward him, desperate for contact. “I need you to mark every inch of me, leave your signature so deep I’ll never forget who I belong to.”
Heat floods my cheeks at my own words, but I can’t stop now.
“I’ve painted desire a hundred times, but never felt it like this—like my blood has turned to fire, like my bones might shatter if you stop touching me.” My voice breaks as I continue. “I’m drowning in need for you. Be my anchor. Fill the emptiness that’s consuming me.”
Tears of frustration and desire gather in my eyes.
“Please,” I beg, all pretense gone. “I need you inside me like the ocean needs the shore to crash against. Make me yours again. Brand me. Claim me. I’m begging you.”
Knox’s eyes darken, a storm brewing in them at my words. His jaw clenches, muscles tightening across his face as he stares at me with an intensity that steals my breath. The purple blooms on the inside of my right breast beside my nipple, and I try to roll my hips, searching desperately for any friction I can find for my aching clit.
“You’ll get all that and more for the rest of your goddamn life,” he growls, the promise in his voice making me tremble.
His words—rest of your life—hang in the air as he surges forward, claiming me in one devastating thrust. The ropes react to his force, swinging me gently as he buries himself to the hilt.
I whine, the sensation of fullness overwhelming after the buildup. He remains still for a moment, pressed deep inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as we share the same breath.
“Your words,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “So fucking beautiful. Never heard anything like that before.”
His hips begin a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust making the ropes creak above us. I feel like I’m floating, suspended in both air and pleasure now that I’ve completely surrendered to him.
“You’re beautiful,” he continues, one hand coming up to cradle my face tenderly. “Everything about you—your mind, your body, your goddamn stubborn heart.”
The gentleness in his touch contrasts with the power of his thrusts, creating a symphony of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me. I’m close already, building toward another peak as he fills me again and again.
“You think I’m claiming you?” His voice drops even lower. Bianca, you claimed me the moment your palm lit my cheek on fire. That slap sealed everything. The only question afterward was how hard you would make me work to earn you. I am yours every bit as much as you are mine. This—us… It’s irrevocable.”
His pace quickens, driving deeper, hitting places inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids. The admission rocks me more than his physical possession.
Then, so quietly I almost miss it beneath the sounds of our bodies meeting, he asks, “Who is the hunter here?”
