Page 70 of Doomed
That’s the thing that pushes me over the edge into complete surrender—the paradox of him. Knox Blackwood, the dangerous criminal who wants to share me with other men, yet irrevocably marks me as his. The contradiction leaves me dizzy with conflicting sensations.
“I only want you,” I confess, turning my head to meet his eyes. “But the fact that you’d let me experience that...”
A smile spreads across his face. “Makes you want me more?”
I nod, unable to deny it. His unwavering confidence and certainty transform what should feel threatening into something unexpectedly alluring—the prospect of being with others while he observes becomes strangely exhilarating.
“Fuck,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips. “You’re perfect. My perfect little slut.”
The crude word on his lips sends another rush of heat through me.
Knox’s fingers tighten in my hair, turning my face toward Xavier and Mira. His voice drops to a command that brooks no argument.
“Now be a good girl and watch,” he whispers against my ear.
Xavier has Mira on her knees on a plush rug, her back arched beautifully as he kneels behind her. His movements are gentle as he rubs lubricant between her ass cheeks, his fingers disappearing inside her. Mira’s face contorts with pleasure-pain, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Xavier prepares her.
“See how careful he is?” Knox murmurs. “Even monsters like us know how to take care of what’s ours.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from the intimate scene unfolding before me. Xavier’s eyes are focused, intense—a man determined to bring both pleasure and pain in equal measure. Mira trembles beneath his touch, surrendering completely.
“Stay still,” Knox commands when I shift restlessly against him. “Just imagine how it will feel to be filled that full, baby. Every part of you claimed and stretched.”
His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple in tender contrast to his filthy words.
“That’s exactly what you’ll get,” he promises, voice softening. “I’m going to make every single one of your fantasies come true, Bianca.”
His tone makes me turn to look at him, and what I see in his eyes steals my breath—something deeper than lust, more dangerous than possession.
“I want you forever,” he confesses.
His forehead presses against mine, our masks touching.
“Your pleasure comes first. Your happiness. Always.” His voice cracks slightly on the last word. “Whatever you need, whatever you want—it’s yours.”
The tenderness blindsides me completely. This isn’t the Knox who stalked me through a maze like prey. This reveals an entirely different side of him—one I never anticipated—and I’m unprepared for the tender emotion unfurling within my chest in response.
24
KNOX
The orgy room writhes with sweat-slick bodies. The air is thick with sex and satisfaction. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made Bianca come—I stopped counting just before I wrung the tenth one from her glistening body.
Bianca’s lying beside me now, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. I stroke her hair, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her dress is long gone, replaced by the still-blooming colors from my marks adorning her body.
“Ready for more?” I whisper against her ear.
She nods weakly, a faint smile playing at her lips. “I didn’t think it was possible to want more.”
My cock hardens again at her words. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Across the room, I spot Victor, Marcus, and Jenson lounging on one of the plush couches. They missed out on claiming a woman tonight. They’re watching the proceedings with hungry eyes, cocks already half-hard.
“Wait here,” I tell Bianca, kissing her deeply before rising.
I approach the three men. “Gentlemen, care to join us? My girl needs more attention than even I can provide.”
Victor’s eyes darken with interest. “Your girl is fucking gorgeous, Blackwood.”
