Page 49 of Sweet Addiction

“What about your career? You may lose everything.” My lips tremble with emotion.

He shrugs. “Like I said. I will endure it all just to keep you. You mean more to me than anything Madison Devereux. I would give it all up for you.”

The tears that were building fall, landing on my cheeks. Knox tracks them, his tongue darting out as he licks them from my face. I should be grossed out by that but I’m not. “I would give it all up for you too. I just can’t lose her Knox. I’m all she has.”

“Baby, stop. Everything is going to work out because there is no other way. You are mine and I am yours. End of. While we are on the subject of your mother.” He pins me with a look. “I want you to be honest. Tell her the truth about your photography and the internship. I want you to do something that makes you happy.”

I exhale a large breath, my gaze never wavering from his. “I just feel so much guilt for what we’ve done; I wanted to do something that would make her happy.”

“I know Dove. I know. But you need to do what is right for you. Scarlett will eventually understand. She might be mad at you to begin with, but she will get over it. By the sounds of it, things are looking up for her career wise, so hopefully she will be so focused on herself she forgets about her plans of putting you in the spotlight.”

I huff a laugh. “You obviously don’t know my mother that well. For as long as I can remember, it has been her dream for me to follow in her footsteps.”

Knox’s eyes soften. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “She needs to realize that you have to travel your own path. And if you can’t make her see that, then I will.”

* * *

Knox didn’t travel to North Carolina. Instead, I gave Gretchen the weekend off to go visit with family and we spent most of the day in bed on Saturday. Then on Sunday, Knox prepared us an amazing lunch.

“Oh my god, that was the best meal I’ve ever had. Who knew the great Knox McCabe was such a good cook?” I sigh in contentment, never wanting this weekend of pure bliss to end.

He smirks, taking my hand and pressing kisses to my fingers. “Oh my god should only be used when I am balls deep inside you Dove. Though I will admit it was delicious.” He eyes me. “You know, you are the first person I’ve ever cooked for.”

I search his face for any hint that he is lying but only find the truth. I literally melt at the table as I fall a little deeper for the man I should never have been with. “Thank you. How about I cook for you one night in the week? Show you my cooking skills.” I wiggle my brows.

He eyes me for a long beat before a grin curves his lips. His arms dart out grabbing me. I shriek with a laugh and then he pulls me onto his lap. “That will be nice Dove. I like yourskills. Especially your mouthskillswhen my cock is shoved deep down your throat.” I blink, my stomach tightening at his dirty words. Before I can answer he is smashing his mouth down on mine in a brutal kiss. My hands fly to his hair, threading my fingers through his dark strands and pulling him closer. He groans, his cock hardening beneath my ass.

“Knox,” I whimper almost desperately.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he pushes up from his chair. Holding me with one arm, he shoves his plate and cutlery away. They clink and clatter in the otherwise quiet room, making me flinch. Dropping me down on the table, he falls back in his seat, licking his lips. “I want to eat my dessert now Dove. You are going to let me have what’s mine, aren’t you?”

I nod frantically. “Yes. I’m yours Knox and guess what?”

His eyes narrow as he impatiently grits out. “What?”

“I thought about what we discussed. I’m going to tell Mom when she gets back from filming. About us and my internship,” I blurt. I’m not sure why; I thought now is the time to tell him, but I have this urgent need for him to know where I’m at. Honestly, the thought of telling Mom, scares the hell out of me, but if I want a future with Knox then we need to be honest.

He smiles. “Good. That’s exactly what I want to hear.” Leaning in, he shoves my cotton dress up my legs and peppers kisses from my knee up to the apex of my thighs. He inhales deeply. “You really do smell delicious Dove,” he murmurs against my panties before latching onto my fabric-covered clit. I fall back against the table as pleasure builds inside me. I could come like this. It’s almost embarrassing how aroused Knox gets me, but he seems to like it.

“Knox,” I choke out, my breath hitching as he brings me closer to the edge.

“I want you screaming my name when you come Dove. I want the whole neighborhood to hear who owns your cunt.” His finger runs down the edge of my panties and pushes inside. Just as he runs it down the seam of my pussy, a scream pierces the sound of our pants and groans. For a second, I think it came from me. But that can’t be right; my mouth is closed. My brows furrow in confusion, head whipping to the door when I realize where it came from.

Everything inside me freezes, my whole body turning to stone as I lay paralyzed on the table. I don’t know what Knox’s reaction is, but I do know he has stopped his ministrations. I’m guessing, like me, he is staring at the shocked figure in the doorway.

My worst nightmare has come true.

I want to crawl into a hole and die.

Because my mother is staring at me with wide eyes and a look of disgust all over her face.

The severity of this moment hits me in all its glory, making my skin crawl.

My mother just caught me with her fiancé.

ChapterThirty-Three

KNOX

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