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CHAPTER 061: This Body Is Mine

I hear him backing away from me and climbing back onto the bed, and then I feel him pulling out the humming device from my ass. I moan loudly, bucking my hips as the sensation of it leaving sends waves of pleasure through my body. It definitely feels better leaving than when it went in. He pushes it back into me, and I see stars, my body convulsing with the intensity of the sensation."You're seriously dripping down your leg," he says. "Didn't you just cum twice outside?"He slaps my vulva, and indeed, it makes a wet sound, confirming his words. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal."Now, I have to make sure that no drop goes to waste," he murmurs. Then I feel something wet on my left inner thigh. His tongue laps up whatever is flowing down, and I moan, needing his mouth on the part that aches most, the part with those balls that tingle when they move. The humming device in my ass is only worsening the need.He leaves my left thigh and starts fe

CHAPTER 062: Overslept

I wake up sore all over, having no single idea how I ended up back in Knox's bedroom.The room is bright as sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting long, pale rectangles on the wood floor. I’m in his bed, tangled in the sheets, my skin sticky with sweat and something else. The air smells like him—like clean soap, expensive cologne, and the raw scent of what we did last night.Except… I don’t remember how it ended.The last thing I recall is him unlocking me from the guillotine in that dark, red-lit room, my legs shaking so violently I couldn’t stand. I think I remember him wrapping a blanket around me. Maybe. After that? Nothing.I push up on my elbows with a wince. Every muscle in my body complains, a deep, pleasant ache settling low in my belly, between my legs, my thighs. Even my jaw hurts a little. Jesus. Did I faint? I must have.Honestly, with the way he wrecked me, passing out is probably the most reasonable response.The bed is cold beside me. Knox isn't here. I rea

CHAPTER 063: I Don't Share

He clears his throat and speaks first. “I am trying to think of a decent reason why you’d want to help Finn,” he says, voice steady. “He broke an arm, not his spine. He has Delilah. If you think he needs help, it can be arranged—without you being there. So what’s the problem? Is there something else I should know about your incessant need to save him?”I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out.Because he’s right.I don’t have to be there.But I need to be. Because despite everything, I still feel guilty for cutting him off. Finn doesn’t keep friends. He has acquaintances, followers, yes—but not real people who show up. Except me. And Delilah.And then… there’s the other reason.“He’s calling everyone in my family,” I say quietly. “And I have to make him stop. The only way I can do that is by handling him carefully.”“How about you just tell him to stop?”“Do you even know your brother? You think he’s going to pause his revenge spree because I said so?”“Revenge spree?” He lifts

CHAPTER 064: The Problem Is Séx

Knox doesn’t move when we pull into the hospital parking lot.His fingers stay curled tight around the steering wheel, gaze forward. The engine is off, but his body hasn’t caught up. The tension in his arms is visible, humming under his rolled-up sleeves. Even the little lines around his eyes seem sharper.I unbuckle my seatbelt and glance at him. “Aren’t you coming?”He shakes his head once. “No. I’ve got some things to take care of.”“Work stuff?”“Mmhmm.”I don’t press. Instead, I lean toward him, dropping a kiss on his cheek. But the moment I start to pull away, his hand shoots up, tangling into my hair and tugging me back to him.His mouth crashes against mine with zero warning—hot, rough, claiming. His teeth nip my bottom lip, just enough to sting, and his tongue follows to soothe it. I moan, helpless against the sheer heat of it, my fingers bunching in the front of his shirt.When he finally releases me, I’m breathless. Unsteady.He doesn’t say anything at first. Just reaches i

CHAPTER 065: The Barbecue

I stare at Finn, still in disbelief that he’d reduced what Knox and I have to sex.He holds my gaze like he’s waiting for me to agree with him, like he’s said something rational. Like what just came out of his mouth was anything other than emotionally manipulative, absurd bullshit.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”He doesn’t answer. Just looks at me, face taut, eyes tired, a strange sort of desperation clinging to him like fog.“Have you gone mad?” I ask.“Me? Why am I the one being accused of madness here when you’re clearly thinking with your vagina?”My jaw drops.“If the problem was sex,” he goes on, tone flat and deadpan, “you could’ve just asked me. I’m your friend. I would’ve helped you out.”Each word is worse than the last. I can’t even respond fast enough. Fury is rolling in hot waves up my spine. My pulse kicks at my temples.“You know,” I say slowly, “I came here today because I felt guilty. I felt bad for leaving you in Asheville without a word, even after you pushed me awa

CHAPTER 066: We All Need To Talk

***~~KNOX~~***I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.I hate crowds. Hate the way strangers talk like they know you. Hate the endless smiling. The pointless conversations. The artificial pleasantries.But more than all that, I hate the thought of sitting at my club while some overly polished, pastel-shirted pretty boy slides into Sloane’s life.So here I am.At a damn backyard barbecue hosted by Jade—my club's manager and also the stepfather to the only woman I can’t seem to stay away from.He invited the entire city, it seems. Maybe the next state too. There’s music playing from portable speakers. Tables lined with drinks and food. Laughter from corners of the yard. Faces I see every day, and some I’m not familiar with, all pretending to be nice and decent folks. I barely recognize some of my employees with those buttoned-up t-shirts, baseball caps, and dad jeans.And of all the poor pairings that could’ve happened today, I got stuck on a cornhole team with Hunter.He's still p

CHAPTER 067: I'll Carry You Over

*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** The little space we’re crammed into suddenly feels a million times tighter. It’s not just the size—though the narrow walkway barely fits four people without bumping elbows. It’s the tension in the air that makes me feel imprisoned. It’s the way Jade stands too still. The way Serena is vibrating with fury. The way Knox hasn’t said a word since Jade and Serena arrived. I don’t even know how we ended up here, all of us. Were they following me? Did my mom actually send Serena and Jade to guard me? As if I’m a flight-risk teenager and not a grown woman. And Jade? Don't even get me started on that part. Jade, of all people—my mom’s husband who doubles as the poster child for her endless “you need a good man” lectures—is working for Knox. I don’t even have the mental bandwidth to process that fully. Whatever he’s doing for Knox, it’s definitely not artsy. The only art that man’s involved in probably involves painting a wall with someone’s blood. If my heart wasn't

CHAPTER 068: Where Are We?

I look at his outstretched hand, wanting nothing more than to go to him. But I can’t just leave. Not like that. “I need to say goodbye to my mom,” I say. “And a couple of other people. Maybe catch my sister before she leaves. She’s upset, and I need to—” “Erase her memory?” Knox’s voice is calm, but I can hear the impatience underneath. “Come on. Let's go.” “I can't.” “Do I need to come get you, Bunny?” I roll my eyes. There’s no winning with him. And honestly? I don’t want to fight. Not today. Not after everything. So I go to him, gripping the top of the fence like I’m actually going to hoist myself over. He doesn’t let me. Strong arms wrap around me, and I’m lifted clean off the ground, pressed against his chest in one smooth movement. I gasp and instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. “You love getting your way, don’t you?” I murmur, the world suddenly quieter this close to him. “I do,” he says, mouth brushing the edge of my hairline. He leans in and breathes in deep.

CHAPTER 069: Pick Your Victor

Knox walks around the car and reaches for my hand. His palm is warm and steady. Mine isn’t. I let him hold it anyway. “I want to give you a little view into my past life,” he says. And then he urges me forward, heading for the dark building. It’s quiet out here, too quiet, and every step we take makes the gravel crunch beneath our shoes. My heart thuds harder with each sound. When we reach the door, Knox lifts his hand and knocks. A second later, a little metal panel slides open from the inside. Someone’s eyes peek out. “Evening, Storm,” a deep voice says. “Didn’t expect you tonight.” “Showing my girlfriend around,” Knox replies. “Pretty one you’ve got there.” “She is.” I feel like I’m being auctioned. The door creaks open. A bouncer steps aside to let us through. “I’ll call and get your booth ready,” he says behind us as Knox leads me into a dim hallway that smells of sweat, rust, and old cement. We reach an elevator that looks like it belongs in a horror movie—scratched m

CHAPTER 070: He's Losing

My breath comes out shaky. I force myself to glance at the phone in my hand. The site looks like it was built in the shadows—dark background, bold red names, icons flashing like they’re breathing. The two fighters are listed with codenames: Red Reaper and Goliath. Beneath their names, odds glow in bright numbers—Red Reaper: -180, Goliath: +220. The slimmer man, Reaper, has better odds. A favorite. Fast. Deadly. And it’s the bulkier one, Goliath—who looks like he could crush a skull with one swing—that is surprisingly the underdog. Next to their names, there’s a pulsing red button that says PLACE BET—$100,000.Knox is betting a hundred grand?What the hell?It should be simple. Just one or two taps and I’ll be done with placing my bet. But Knox is still touching me.His thumbs tease the tight peaks of my nipples, and I squirm in his lap, trying to keep the phone steady as my body trembles. I swipe clumsily between the fighter bios—not that it matters. I’m supposed to be picking the rig

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