Page 76 of Knot your Good Girl

“You’re trying to wind me up.”

“I’m trying to make this easy for you. You insist on fighting it.” His lips crash against mine with force, and when he finally breaks the kiss, he stares at me intensely. “Now, does your greedy pussy want only my cock, or does it want my knot as well?”

“I... I...”

With a single, elegant motion, he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. “I refuse to knot you if you beg for it when you’re deep in your heat. I want your permission now.”

He smiles as I nod lightly in response. “Use your words.”

“I want you inside me.”

He smiles, waiting.

“I want you to fuck me and not stop until I beg you to.”

“And?” His hands pull my thighs until I’m underneath him.

“And I need your knot. I want you to fill me,” I breathe out.

He firmly hooks my thighs over his, emitting a low growl as his gaze fixates between my legs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard” He presses the crown of his cock against my pussy.

“Please,” I moan. Pleasure surged through me like a foreshadowing wave, even before he entered me.

“And I promise I won’t claim you,” he grunts out the words as if they burned his throat before he slams his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss before he thrusts his cock into me.

My fingernails dig into his shoulders as his hips drive in and out of me.

He hisses, but doesn’t stop.

“Do you know what it’s been like for me?” he says. “Living with you... For you to be in my home.” He pounds into me with ruthless intent. “Knowing how close you are to me now. And knowing there’s so much for me to tell you.” He slows as he whispers in my ear, “Before Miami, I fucked my hand every single day as I thought of you. Every fucking day you’ve driven me mad. I wanted to bend you over and fuck the sass out of you. Make you beg for me.”

I moan as I listen to his filthy words.

“I wanted you to come crawling to me. To want me so much, I would make you suffer before you realize what you did to me.”

“Please. I want you.” Arching beneath him, I feel the hard quality of his arms as my fingernails scrape down them.

“Now you do.”

My orgasm reaches its peak, but his words pierce through, each one conveying anger.

“I want you, Alpha.” My tone sounds whiny, but I want him to stop talking, and it works.

With each thrust, he growls and pushes deeper inside me, his knot slowly sliding in.

Our eyes meet, a moment of intense connection, before he leans in and grazes his teeth along my neck.

The sudden chill causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.

He wouldn’t.

He won’t make me his.

Would he?

Chapter 23

Holly

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