Semua Bab Craving The Wrong Brother: Bab 91 - Bab 97

Knox's hands are strong and sure as he guides me to the suspension apparatus. He moves with his eyes fixed on mine, and I see the intensity in his gaze, the promise of what's to come. My heart is pounding, my body already aching with anticipation.Once there, he lowers me gently into the harness hanging from the overhead rig. The leather is cool and smooth against my bare skin. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my flesh, and he notices, smirking."I've got you, Sloane," he says.He starts to secure my arms, pulling them up and apart. The leather cuffs click into place around my wrists. I test the restraints, pulling against them. They're solid. My arms are stretched wide, my body exposed and vulnerable. I can feel the slight tremor in my muscles as I hold myself up, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "You trust me, right?" he asks."You know I do.”He smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter, and he leans down, claiming my mouth with his. I can't

Waking up to someone watching you, someone who doesn’t live in the house, is by far the creepiest thing on Earth. Soraya’s hands are folded in her lap. Legs crossed. Perfectly poised and casual, as if this were normal behavior, to watch your ex-husband and his girlfriend sleep. I can feel the rage start to rise up my throat. “You have a key?” I say. “Is that supposed to be an excuse? You're in Knox’s bedroom while we’re both naked.” “You’re under the sheets. I’m only sitting here because I figured it’s a bad idea to wake Knox spontaneously, him being ex-military and paranoid. Don’t want to get tackled down.” Her tone is light, indifferent. Like I’m the one being dramatic for questioning her. I push myself higher up the bed, sheet still clutched to my chest. I don’t know what annoys me more—the fact that she’s still sitting there when she's been caught or the fact that she doesn’t sound the least bit guilty about it. “You need to leave,” I say, trying to keep my voice from rising.

Acting civil when you’re mad is a skill I swore I’d mastered after putting up with Delilah and Finn for years. But Soraya is testing that skill, and I slowly count the minutes until the last guest walks out the door. Knox might be private and antisocial, but his people aren’t. They linger, they chat, they slap his back, and they toast with whatever alcohol is left. Eventually, they start trickling out one by one, and I force a tight smile for every handshake, every half-drunk hug, every murmured “nice to meet you.” Knox and I stand side by side like a pair of Victorian hosts—me in his oversized shirt and borrowed boxers, him in lounge clothes and a smile that’s wearing thinner by the second. We say thank you. We nod. I even get kissed on the hand by some guy with a buzz cut and an attitude that screams ex-con turned executive. I smile anyway, wondering how Knox found all these hard-faced men and severe-looking women and convinced them to work for him. One of the last to leave is Le

Soraya's eyes are burning holes through Knox's, more from disbelief than hurt. Then she turns to grab her purse from the couch and rummages inside, pulls out the key ring, and tosses it toward the table. The metal clatters against the wood. “You know where to find me when you’ve come to your senses,” she says, stalking toward the door. “Don’t forget the papers,” Knox calls after her. She doesn’t answer. The door slams so hard behind her that the walls shake. Knox finally releases me, and once the pressure of his arms fades, I turn around, brushing my shirt back into place. I don’t meet his eyes at first. I’m too busy reining myself in. Eventually, I head to a couch and sit. “Didn’t know you were that strong,” he says after a moment. “Where have you been hiding those muscles?” I shoot him a look. “Not funny, Knox. You need to take care of her.” “I will. I’ve given her a deadline.” “You know damn well she won’t sign those papers by then.” He walks over and sits beside me, elbo