Todos los capítulos de On My Knees for my Best Friend's Daddy : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

IVYIS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!While Sierra chats on about what guy she should dance with, the sound of my beating heart is threatening to deafen my ears.I watch Knox intercept Damien like a bloody shark.He definitely knew Damien was coming to me, that’s why he’s stopped him. He doesn't touch him. Doesn't raise his voice. He simply steps into Damien's path, says something I can't hear, and Damien's cocky smile dies on his face.He nods once, glances at me, smiles politely and walks away.Just like that.Knox turns to me. Immediately he starts to approach us, Sierra grunts and walks away. Only, I know he isn’t walking this way for her.His expression is infuriatingly casual."Dance with me."It's not a question."Excuse me?""You heard me." He extends his hand."One dance."Sierra is somewhere in the crowd, probably at the bar. Victoria is across the room, talking to a designer. And Knox Reid is standing in front of me, asking me to dance like he didn't have his tongue in my mouth twent

KNOX I am not proud of the thought in my mind, all the things I am going to do to this naughty girl who has chosen, time and time again, to get on my last itsy bitsy nerve. Her eyes are still wide open as she just glares at me. Her mascara and lipstick are smudged all over her face. She either used her hands to wipe them off, or the fucker kissed them away. I can barely bring myself to think of the latter. Why the hell is she still standing there? Did she not hear what I just said? “Ivy…” "No." she blurts out without a care in the world. The audacity of this girl. This infuriating, maddening, gorgeous girl. She just screamed my name while another man's fingers were inside her—made me listen to every moan, every gasp, every pathetic whimper—and now she's refusing to get into my car. I don't think so. I push my door open and step out of the car. She takes a step back, eyes narrowing on me, but she's not fast enough. I grab her by the waist and throw her over m

IVY The rest of the drive back is silent. Well, on my part at least. Knox's hands rest easy on the steering wheel, the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick sexy veins that run along his forearms. His listening to jazz on the radio and nodding along to the song without a care in the world. I wonder how he does it. How does he hold his head up high even in times where life seems so difficult? How does he stay strong? Hearing his history with Sierra suddenly has me feel…sympathy—because the warmth in my chest has to be that and nothing else. I should be satisfied. Content. I finally got what I wanted, didn't I? Knox Reid, the man who's been consuming my every waking thought, just fucked me senseless on the side of the road. He spanked me until I cried. Made me squirt, made me scream his name until my throat was raw while he remodeled my internal organs with his cock. So why do I still feel this ache? This strange maddening hunger th

KNOX You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Victoria is waiting in my bedroom. She's perched on the edge of my bed in red lace lingerie. Her legs are crossed, while she wears a soft smile on her face. "I heard your discussion with Sierra, about Catherine," she purrs. "I'm so sorry, Morty. That must have been why Sierra was so mad at the party.” I don't respond. I loosen my tie, shrug off my jacket, let them fall to the floor. I don't have the energy to hang them up. I don't have the energy for anything. "You should get some sleep.” "So should you." She replies, rising from the bed and crossing the room. Victoria places her manicured fingers on my chest. "Let me help you relax, take your mind off things a bit.” "Victoria—" "You've had a terrible night." Her fingers work at my buttons. "Your daughter hates you. Your ex is in the hospital. You don't have to carry all of this alone. I’m here.” "I'm really not in the mood." "You don't have to be." She pres

IVY I wake up at 4 AM with my hand already between my legs. The sheets are tangled around my ankles. My t-shirt is rucked up to my chest. I'm soaked, and not just damp, but dripping. My thighs slick with arousal that built while I slept. It’s a good thing Sierra is a really deep sleeper. I dreamed of him. His hands. His mouth. His voice in my ear, telling me all the ways he was going to ruin me. Sierra is still asleep in the bed beside me, her breathing slow and even. I slip out from under the covers and move silently to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Hot water rushes out of the shower, and steam fills the room in no time. I step under the spray and let the water cascade over my body, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning under my skin. I need relief. I need to take the edge off before I see him, or I'll combust the moment he looks at me. My hand slides down my stomach, and lower. My fingers find my clit, and I gasp at how swollen it is, ho