Page 72 of Glitter Rose
“I don’t want to see you,” I call out, fighting to keep my voice steady.
“Dramatic as always,” Gabriel says. “I merely wanted to inform you that you can thank Min-ji for the change. She was quite insistent.”
Knox pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he continues his torturously slow thrusts. My inner walls flutter around him, wringing a nearly silent groan from his throat.
“Okay,” I manage. “Thank you.”
“Be nice to her,” Gabriel continues, oblivious to what’s happening mere feet away. “She’s doing you a favor.”
Knox’s mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping. “Your pussy’s getting wetter. You like this, don’t you? The danger?”
I shake my head, earning a deeper thrust that nearly makes me cry out.
“I’ll be nice,” I say, voice hitching as Knox’s hand drifts down to circle my clit. “Is that all?”
Please get the fuck away.
Knox’s fingers press harder, making my legs shake.
“For now,” Gabriel says.
Silence stretches for several heartbeats. The floorboards outside my door don’t creak. Is he listening?
Knox abandons my clit to grab my chin, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as he fucks me deeper, harder. I’m drowning in sensation, torn between terror of discovery and overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, Gabriel’s footsteps move away, fading down the hall.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I gasp as Knox finally breaks our kiss, both of us panting like we’ve run marathons. His eyes glitter in the dim light of my prison, wild and possessive and so alive compared to everything else in this sterile hellhole. “I love you.”
His eyes widen at my confession.
No. Shit. Stup?—
He buries himself impossibly deeper, like he’s trying to crawl inside me, to carve out a space that only he can fill. “Say it again.” His voice scrapes over the words, grinding them out between clenched teeth.
“I love you.” I arch beneath him, feeling the hard floor dig into my shoulder blades. “I love you, Knox.”
Every inch of me is alive with sensation—the cold of wood against my back, the delicious weight of him pinning me down, the stretch and burn as he claims me again and again.
“I thought about this—” He releases my wrists to grab my hips, angling them upward. The change in position sends him deeper, grinding that spot that makes my vision blur and nerve endings sing. “Every. Fucking. Night.”
Something builds inside—not just the familiar tightening of approaching orgasm, but something more fundamental.
Like the pieces of myself are being slotted back into place.
Four months of being nothing but a specimen, a collectionof blood vials and tissue samples. Four months of Gabriel’s cold scientific interest and Mike’s predatory leering. Four months of being invisible as a person while hyper-visible as an object.
And then Knox, looking at me like I’m still me.
The girl with glitter sitting in her penthouse.
“That’s it,” he breathes against my temple. “Come back to me.”
My hands scramble for purchase on his sweat-slicked skin. I’m suspended between pleasure so intense it borders on pain and fear that at any moment someone might discover us. The danger only heightens everything, making each touch electric.
“I can’t—” I start.
He claims my mouth in a kiss that’s more bite than tenderness, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. I dig my heels into the small of his back.
