Page 28 of Sweet Addiction

Knox shrugs. “Your mom already left Dove. And I will not let anything be a barrier between us. Not doors. Not condoms. Not your mother. Nothing,” he enunciates the last word sending a shiver through me at the possessiveness in his voice.

Ignoring the effect he has on me, I say, “So, what you are saying is I don’t have a choice?”

He smirks. Closing the distance between us. Wrapping his arms around me, he presses a kiss to my lips. “You always have a choice, Dove. As long as you choose me.” And then he smashes his lips to mine. Ending the conversation and any argument I might have had.

* * *

“So, the ball just came out of nowhere?” Talan asks as we sit in the cafeteria. He took a day off to recover from his concussion. This is the first time I’ve seen him since Knox hit him.

I nod, finishing my mouthful of chicken salad. “Yeah. It was… weird.”

His eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “I asked the team if it was any of them but none of them owned up to it. You said Mr. McCabe heard you calling for help?”

My head cocks as I search Talan’s face. I feel like this is an interrogation and maybe it is. If he thinks he is going to get the truth out of me, he is mistaken. I like Talan but I am not about to incriminate Knox. “Yeah. The main thing is that you’re okay.” I reach out, squeezing his bicep.

Talan smiles, his eyes going to the contact. “You’re right. Anyway, did you still want to grab dinner on Friday?”

I should say no. Not only do I not want to lead Talan on, but I also don’t want to provoke Knox into hitting Talan again. But then I remember, that despite Knox thinking otherwise, he doesn’t own me. I am allowed to go out with friends. “Sure. Sounds good,” I say before I can stop myself.

Wrapping his hand around my waist, he pulls me in close, his mouth dropping to my ear. “I look forward to it. Maybe we can Netflix and chill at mine when we are done?” I hear the lust in his voice. Feel his arousal against my thigh. My eyes widen. Talan is hard.

Placing my hands on his chest, I push him away with a fake laugh. His hands drop from my body and although he smiles, I see the hurt on his face. “Just dinner. I have plans with my mom after,” I lie, just to ease the rejection he is clearly feeling.

He grins. It looks as fake as our relationship. “Maybe next time then?”

Ignoring his question, I spin to face Kenzie only to pale a little when I spot Knox by the doors with Mr. Brant. He glowers, his fists balling, jaw clenching no doubt at my being so close to Talan. Excitement zips through at the promise of punishment in his eyes. At the thought of him punishing me with his cock. Licking my lips, I turn back to my friend.

“You and Talan look cozy,” she murmurs.

“Yeah. He isn’t so bad.”

She shakes her head. “He likes you Mads. Like, really likes you. If you don’t have any intention of making things… real,” she whispers the word. “Then stop leading him on. You say that you like him, and I know you do as a friend, but I don’t believe it’s more than that. I know you have been playing this game for a while now, but things have changed. You are showing him more affection than usual. He is going to take it the wrong way. Things could blow up in your face.”

Over my friend’s scolding, I push off the bench. “Thanks for the advice, Kenz. But don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.” With that I walk away. I know exactly what Kenzie is saying but she doesn’t get it. Talan gets to have his fun with other girls, so it’s not like this is a chore for him. It might be selfish of me keeping him around, but I need Talan more than ever before.

Because if people are looking at Talan and me, then they won’t search deeper and find the truth.

Me and Knox McCabe.

* * *

After a grueling track class, where Knox made me do extra laps, I finally make my way into the locker rooms to shower. There was me getting excited that he would punish me in sexual ways after the cafeteria incident with Talan, but no, he took it out on me on the track.

Pushing inside, I find it empty; all the other girls long gone home. Stepping up to my assigned locker, I punch in the code and pull out my water, chugging it down. Being one of the best girls on the track team, I am used to running but Knox pushed me more than I am used to today. Placing the bottle back in my bag, I toe off my trainers, strip out of my sweaty clothes, grab my towel and head to the shower.

Turning the water to hot, I hang my towel on the hook and hop inside to wash the last hour off me. Squirting the school-provided soap into my hands, I scrub my body clean. Switching off the faucet, I reach past the shower curtain to grab my towel only to shriek when a hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me outside. A palm slams over my mouth, shutting me up as fingers wrap around my throat. My heart races in my chest and when my eyes connect with Knox, it kicks up another notch.

“Who has been a naughty little dove? Taunting me with thatboy,” he spits the word. “It’s time you learned just who you belong to. Time you learned that. I. Don’t. Share. Not when it comes to you,” he growls, dropping his face to my neck and running his tongue up the sensitive flesh. “From now on, you are going to be my good girl and stay away from him. Aren’t you baby?” I nod. I don’t know why. I just do. He pulls back, smirking. “That’s the right answer Dove,” he croons, shoving me back into the shower cubicle. “You looked so sexy running. I wanted to chase you, shove you to the floor, pin you down and ram my cock so far inside your sweet pussy, just so every one of them knew who you belong to.” I shiver at his words and the fact that I wouldn’t put it past Knox to do it.

Releasing me, he pulls the curtain shut before turning to face me with a look so hungry, my pussy weeps. “Wh-what are you doing Knox? Someone could catch us.”

Closing the distance between us, he wraps a hand around my throat again, gently squeezing. “Everyone left. It’s just us baby.” With his free hand, he reaches for his waistband, pulling down his basketball shorts and boxer briefs. His cock springs free, swollen, angry, with his piercing pointing straight at me. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of his impressive length. I am so distracted by his dick, I jolt when he runs his finger through my wet folds before pushing inside. I whimper. “Always so fucking wet for me Dove,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing my face. “Good. Because this is going to be hard and fast.”

Dropping his hands from my throat and pussy, he grips my thighs, lifting me up his body. Pinning me against the wall, he holds my hip with one hand as the other wraps around his cock. Running the tip up and down my slit, I squirm at the sensations coursing through me. My eyes roll shut only to snap open when he barks out, “Eyes on me Dove.” Lining himself up with my entrance, he thrusts inside me.

My back arches, as I gasp, “Jesus, Knox.

He stills, peppering kisses all over my face. “You take me so well in your tight pussy Dove. It’s only the second time you’ve had my cock inside you, but you are taking me like a pro.” He begins to thrust in and out of me.

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