Page 52 of Doomed
“I’m close,” I gasp, unable to hold back.
“Come for me, Bianca,” Knox growls. “Now.”
My body obeys before my mind can object. My back arches off the couch as I cry out, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen, on Knox’s hand stroking his length.
“Damn,” Knox groans, his muscles tensing. Thick ropes of cum spill onto his abs, making a mess across his sculpted torso. His breathing is ragged as he looks into the camera, a satisfied smirk forming. “It’s a damn shame you’re not here to lick it all up.”
I moan at the image his words create, pulsing with the aftershocks.
Knox’s expression shifts from raw desire to smug satisfaction. “I knew it,” he says, his cocky tone returning. “Ifucking knew you wanted me. Deep down, beneath all that vehement denial.”
Reality crashes back. What have I done? Shame and frustration flood through me, dousing any lingering pleasure from the orgasm that just ripped through me.
“Fuck off, Knox,” I snap, suddenly furious with myself for giving in. I end the call before he can respond, tossing my phone onto the cushion beside me.
Seconds later, it buzzes with a text:
No matter how much you try to pretend, I know the truth now. And there’ll be no refuting it when I’m balls deep inside you during the Hunt.
I press my palms against my eyes, wishing I could erase the last twenty minutes of my life. Tomorrow can’t possibly come fast enough—and simultaneously, I’m terrified of what will happen when it does.
18
KNOX
Ilean back in my chair, feet propped on the control room desk, watching the multiple screens displaying various angles of Ravenwood Hollow. Landon types away at the main console, setting up the tracking system for tonight’s Hunt while Vane paces behind us.
“Anyone want to place bets on who catches their prey first?” I ask, spinning a throwing knife between my fingers. “I’ve got fifty saying I find Bianca before any of you locate your targets.”
Vane snorts. “Bold of you to assume she won’t see your blue mask coming from a mile away and run in the opposite direction. That woman’s got more sense than to fall for your bullshit.”
“Says the guy whose prey fainted when she realized who you were.” I catch the knife by its handle, pointing it at him. “At least Bianca’s got some backbone. Makes the chase more fun.”
Landon doesn’t look up from his keyboard. “You’re both idiots. The Hunt isn’t about speed.”
“Says the slowest hunter three years running,” I counter.
This earns me a cold stare from Landon. “I prefer the term ‘methodical.’ Some of us enjoy the psychological aspect of the chase rather than charging through the maze like a bull in achina shop. Never underestimate the pleasure gained in a well-executed mindfuck.”
Vane leans against the wall, arms crossed. “Knox wants to prove his dick’s the biggest by being the fastest.”
“Don’t need the Hunt to prove that.” I grin, tucking the knife back into my boot. “Your girl Lia could verify if you’re curious.”
Vane lunges forward, but Landon extends an arm to block him. “He’s trying to get a rise out of you. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”
“Fuck you, Knox,” Vane growls.
“You’d enjoy it too much,” I wink, enjoying the way his face darkens.
The door swings open, and Xavier walks in, dressed in his leather pants, the red mask hanging from his belt. The room instantly shifts, all of us straightening slightly.
“If you three are done with your pissing contest,” Xavier says, his voice cutting through our banter, “It’s almost time for the Hunt to start.”
“Jesus, X,” I mutter from my position at the monitors. “You look like you’re about to tear something apart.”
Xavier doesn’t even glance my way, fixated on the screens where our prey will appear. “Just focusing,” he grinds out, adjusting himself.
I smirk, leaning back in my chair. Xavier’s obsession with the reporter is entertaining—I’ve never seen my oldest brother this wound-up over anything before, let alone a woman. Usually, he’s detached, but tonight there’s a wildness to him—it’s dangerous.
