Page 29 of Sweet Addiction

“You are so big,” I whine, my nails scratching at his back.

“I am. But I was made for you. Just like you are made for me,” he grunts, picking up speed. I cry out, in pleasure or pain I’m not sure. All I know is I am being stretched wide open, broken in half by his massive cock.

“Knox,” I moan as he pounds into me, so hard and deep, I feel him everywhere.

His thumb lands on my clit, rubbing hard circles. My legs tighten around his waist as an orgasm builds, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “That’s it Dove. I can feel you are close. Your cunt is gripping my cock like it never wants to let go. Come all over me. Show me who owns your pussy.” His words are my undoing. Slapping his hand over my mouth to hold in my screams, I come all over his dick, just like he asked. “Fuck baby. That’s it,” he chokes out before gripping both of my hips. He thrusts harder, so hard I think I might break through the tiles. And then he stills, his eyes meeting mine as his cock jerks and warmth fills my pussy. Gently resting his forehead against mine, he sighs. “I love filling you with my cum,” he murmurs.

Pressing a kiss to his lips, I say, “I love you filling me with your cum.”

He smirks only for it to drop when we hear voices. My eyes widen in panic even when Knox looks calm as anything. “Go. I will stay here until the coast is clear.” He pulls out of me, tucking himself away. Dropping me to the floor, he says, “Remember dove, stay away from Talan.”

Stepping past him, I pull the curtain open and glance over my shoulder and whisper, “Talan is a friend. I am going to dinner with him on Friday.” A growl bursts from his chest, but I don’t give him chance to stop me. Grabbing my towel, I run to my locker, smiling when I see two girls who I recognize are juniors, in swimsuits. “Oh, hey Madison,” they both chirp.

“Hey, I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

“Yeah. Coach made us stay late,” the dark-haired one says.

I nod, quickly drying and changing into my clothes. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I say goodbye and get the hell out of there.

ChapterNineteen

KNOX

My dove thinks she is going out on adatewith Talan Conetti.

Talan fucking Conetti.

Over my dead fucking body is that happening.

Waiting in the shower cubicle, for the voices to disappear, I think of ways I can commit murder without getting caught. I’ve warned Madison. Shown her what I am capable of. Yet she still taunts me with Talan. I know deep down, she has no interest in the boy, but it’s not the point. She needs to stay away from him. It’s irrational, borderline controlling. But it seems there are no lines I will not cross when it comes to her. Footsteps sound, a door is pulled open and the voices fade, allowing me to get the hell out of here and back to my dove. But first I need to make a pit stop.

Pulling into the parking lot, I glance up at the sign on the shop. For your pleasure. I grin. I have never been here before but while I was waiting in that shower, I remembered Marcus, a friend of mine, mentioning this place. It’s unique and caters to things of the adult variety. Marcus had a gift made for his wife. Said gift was candy made in the shape of his dick. I won’t be doing that, but I do have something in mind.

Pushing out of my jeep, I stride across the lot, to the door. Pushing it open, a bell chimes. Stepping inside, I am greeted by an older woman with a big smile. “Good afternoon, sir and welcome to For your Pleasure. How can I help you today?”

“I was wondering if you could help me with a… bespoke gift for someone special,” I say with a grin.

She nods. “Of course. What is it you’re after?”

I tell her exactly what I want.

Fortunately, she can deliver.

* * *

Striding down the hall to her bedroom, bag in hand, I am a man on a mission. Scarlett is downstairs in her office on a call, which should put an end to this madness. It doesn’t. I know I am being reckless, but Madison is going to find out exactly who she belongs to. I have never been possessive over a woman before and for some reason my dove brings out the most primal part of me. An animalistic part that demands I show the world exactly who owns her beautiful ass.

Obviously, I can’t do that. It would be career suicide if anyone found out about us—especially since the world thinks I am dating her mom. Though there is a part of me that wants to do just that. Consequences be damned.

Shoving through the door of her bedroom, she yelps, dropping the item of clothing in her hands. Kicking the door closed, I eliminate the distance between us, wrapping a hand around her pretty neck. Her eyes bug open, hands flying to my wrist.

“Sshh, Dove, we don’t wantMommyto hear us,” I coo.

Dropping my mouth to her neck. I inhale her scent before biting down. Hard. She whimpers, but it won’t stop me. I want to leave my mark on her. We may not be able to come out publicly. But I will be damn sure to show little assholes like Talan, that Madison Devereux is owned. She cries out. Releasing the bag, I slap a palm over her mouth, muffling whatever she is trying to say.

Licking a trail up her neck, I grin when she shivers. “Now baby, you are going to listen and listen good. You will cancel yourdate. I don’t care what you tell him, as long as you tell him something. I don’t share. Not when it comes to you. So, message that little fucker right now and end whatever shit you think you have with him. I am not leaving this room until you do Dove. Don’t push me. Your mother is right downstairs. What would she think if she saw us together like this, hmm? I sure as hell don’t care about her catching us, but I know you do. If you want to risk her finding out, then carry on as you are. If not, the quicker you cancel yourdate, the sooner I can get out of here,” I finish, my chest heaving at my outburst. Nibbling her ear, I press another kiss to the sensitive flesh before releasing her.

Glaring at me, she steps back. Fire ignites in her eyes, and I know I am in for it. My cock hardens as desire surges through me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Like seriously? I can only think that you got hit in the head a lot while playing football? What other explanation is there for you acting like a damn caveman?” she huffs, shaking her head. “What happened to the playboy Knox McCabe that uses women like it’s his job? Why are you so different with me? Is it because I am the forbidden fruit? Do you get off on the sneaking around with me? Why have you not had enough yet?” she growls in exasperation.

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