Page 33 of Knot your Good Girl

“Was Toby your first?” he asks as his thumbs play with the edge of his boxer shorts.

I nod, a tinge of inquisitiveness clear in my gaze as I try to fathom the purpose behind the abrupt question.

“Anyone else?”

Does he think I sleep around?

Fuck you!

I refrain from verbalizing profanity and shake my head to dissipate the thoughts swirling in my mind.

“Did you use condoms with him?”

I emit a long, heavy sigh; I tried to contain it, but the sound escaped my lips.

“Yes.” I answer, still finding the question strange considering I’m an omega, and only betas contract sexually transmitted diseases.

And as far as I know, I can only get pregnant when in heat. Not that Toby wanted to take the chance. He insisted on condoms, probably forgot I wasn’t the beta he was shagging.

I think about explaining I was a virgin when I met Toby. In fact, I was a virgin until one year ago. But I decide he doesn’t need to know I slept with my ex only four times. And he certainly doesn’t need to know I couldn’t climax with Toby’s cock. As my ex didn’t want to lick me, Aiden had just given me my first orgasm.

If the opportunity presented itself, I would have likely shared it with him. Not now. Not when he thinks I’m a slut.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You’re not here to explain yourself.

He swiftly pulls down his boxer shorts, causing my train of thought to vanish as I fixate on his cock. It’s thick and long, and his knot is swollen, massive.

There’s no way that will go inside me. So why the hell am I purring like a kitten?

Oh, my god.

A rush of arousal rushes from my pussy. I press my thighs together, but he notices and growls, “Open your legs. Let me see what I did to you.”

I do as I’m asked and widen my legs. He stares before lifting his gaze and when our eyes lock again, my heart violently thumps against my ribs.

He steps closer and I’m having palpitations, thinking about him tearing me apart. But he stands, stroking his dick, not touching me at all.

I’m fixated on his hand as it slides over his cock. Over and over. He scrutinizes me with each stroke, but soon his eyelids become heavy-lidded as he gets closer to getting himself off. Caressing his dick with such precision, and I’m shocked that he’s not trying to fuck me.

Maybe he prefers his hand.

This isn’t so bad. He won’t have the inclination to knot inside me when it seems he prefers self-pleasure. Maybe he wouldn’t lose control. He’s so dominant, I think it’s safe to assume he won’t do that. He’ll be too scared to let go of the tight grip he has on control.

“Wider,” he growls, taking me out of my contemplation.

He cocks his head, judging me with his sharp gaze as his hand still glides over his large, veiny cock. It’s faster now. His eyes are still staring into mine, and I’m trying to act like this is normal. Me being in his apartment with my legs wide open as he…

Roars as scorching hot, wet cum splashes over my pussy and stomach. His lips curl upward as he stares at his creation on my body.

Did he just mark me?

Chapter 11

Holly

Asurgeofdisappointmentfills my stomach when I wake up alone the following morning. I’m unsure of my initial expectations, especially when he made it clear to me that this room would be my temporary abode for the next ten days.

Maybe secretly I wanted to wake with his arm around me, hugging me like he really cares for me, like an alpha should.

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