Page 68 of Doomed
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “And the only dick breeding you is mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. I should be offended by his crude words, by the way he talks about me like I’m property. Instead, a fresh surge of desire overwhelms me, making me feel like a stranger in my own skin.
“Is that what this is about?” I ask. “Breeding me?”
Knox’s eyes flash. “It’s about whatever I want it to be,” he says, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “In the orgy room, you can have a bit of fun with some of the huntersif you want. See if you like it.” His grip tightens on my hip. “But the only man filling you with cum will be me. That’s non-negotiable.”
My heart pounds against my ribs at his words. The thought of being touched by multiple hands while Knox watches makes heat pool between my legs.
“There are fifteen hunters and only six girls,” he continues, his voice low and husky. “A lot of the men will be left out completely.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Unless some of the men have opted to fuck each other, which does occasionally happen.”
I can’t help it—a whimper escapes my throat at the mental image his words create. The idea of powerful, dangerous men like Knox giving in to pleasure with each other sends a rush of arousal through me so intense that I have to press my thighs together.
Knox notices immediately. His eyebrows lift in surprise.
“Well, well,” he murmurs, sliding his hand between my legs to feel the evidence of my excitement. “You like that idea, don’t you? All those strong hunters letting go, giving in to each other while you watch?”
I bite my lip, embarrassed by how transparent my desires are, but I can’t deny it. The raw masculinity, the taboo of it all, speaks to the same part of me that responded to Knox’s darkness from the beginning.
The horn blares again, louder this time, more insistent. Before I can process what’s happening, Knox grabs a scrap of a dress from a counter. He slides it over my head before bending down to scoop me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“Knox!” I shriek, the surprise in my tone echoes embarrassingly clear in my voice. My hands automatically start pounding against his broad back. “Put me down! I can walk!”
His hand comes down with a light smack against my bare ass, making me gasp. I feel his chest rumble with laughter beneath me.
“I know you can walk,” he says, his tone playful yet possessive. “But I want everyone to see that you’re mine when we walk in there. I want them all to know who claimed you.”
The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine. Despite my protests, being carried like this and claimed so publicly and unashamedly thrills me.
“What happened to sharing?” I ask. “I thought you said I could have... fun.”
His grip tightens on my thighs, fingers digging into my skin enough to make me squirm.
“Don’t be so eager, baby,” he warns, and I can hear the dangerous edge beneath his teasing tone. “Or I might not let you have any fun at all.”
My heart races at his words. It’s a threat and a promise all at once, and the duality of it makes my head spin. I’m trying to understand these new desires that Knox has awakened in me—desires I never knew existed until tonight.
As he carries me through the twisting corridors, my mind floods with images of what awaits us in this mysterious orgy room, and what “fun” Knox might or might not allow me to have.
Knox carries me through an archway, and instantly the air changes—thicker, heavier with the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. Moans, grunts, and breathless cries echo through the space as my eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting.
The room unfolds before me in wicked splendor. Velvet cushions in deep crimsons and midnight blues create intimate alcoves along the perimeter. At the same time, there’s a raised circular platform at the center.
“Welcome to the main event,” Knox whispers against my ear before setting me down.
My legs tremble beneath me. I stand frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from what’s happening across the room. On one of the larger velvet platforms, a woman is surrounded by three men—one beneath her, one behind, and one standing with his cock in her mouth. With a jolt, I recognize her face when she turns slightly.
“Oh my goodness, that’s the mayor’s daughter,” I state.
“Cora Pike,” Knox confirms, his voice low and amused. “Quite the rebel, isn’t she?”
I watch, transfixed, as Cora’s body rocks between the three hunters, her expression one of complete ecstasy. The sight is both shocking and mesmerizing—I’ve never seen anything like this outside of porn, and even then, nothing like this.
“Don’t worry about her,” Knox says, turning me to face him. His eyes have darkened to a dangerous shade of blue. “She’s exactly where she wants to be.”
He grips my shoulders firmly, applying gentle pressure downward.
“On your knees, Bianca,” he commands softly. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
