Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox)

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CHAPTER 11 That's N. Kate

CHAPTER 011: That's It, Kitten

"What are you doing here, Know?" ask "This is the women's room"

"Which I made sure would be out of bounds for a wh

Of course he did. Probably bribed someone important. I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the way his shirt clings to his torso, hinting at the tattoos that snake down

his arms.

"Are you staving me now?" I say

He chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "You look ravishing in that dress. I wanted to see it up close

"You've seen it. Now leave"

Pushing off the door, he strides toward me

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Instinctively, I take a step back. Then another. Until the cold, tiled wall presses against my back

"Leave, Knox"

He stops mere inches away, his breath warm against my skin.

"You know what would make the dress even better, Kitten? Seeing it raised and sitting atop your pretty waist as I take you."

"If you touch me, I'm going to scream."

He tilts his head. "Do it. I've imagined what that would sound like. How loudly do you scream, Sloane? Think the club's noise will drown it out? Because I want to make your voice hoarse and your pussy sore?

A whimper escapes my lips. "Knox..."

His hand shoots up, fingers wrapping around my neck, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. He presses me against the wall, his body a solid, unyielding force.

"Say you don't want this, and I'll stop."

"I don't..." But the words won't come out convincingly.

"What was that, Kitten?" he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine I can almost taste it.

"Screw you."

He grins. Something about his grin ignites a fire within me, a primal desire I've kept buried for too long. The danger, the forbidden allure-it consumes me. I want him. Just for tonight. I start to reach for him-desperate-but he tightens his grip. halting me in place.

"If you want something, baby girl, you have to beg for it."

"Now I have to beg?"

He leans in until our foreheads touch. "Only if you want me to ruin you the right way."

His free hand trails down my body, lifting my dress by the hem. Then he reaches

for my panties, touching the damp part in between my legs. The tingling sensation that's already unbearable somehow worsens.

"You're soaked. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"

"Tongue-tied?"

He circles my clit through the fabric, a slow, torturous rhythm that has me biting my lip to stifle a moan. I part my legs, seeking more, but he maintains the agonizing pace.

"Say it, Sloane."

"Take me. Please."

"I didn't quite catch that."

I meet his eyes. "I want you to fuck me. Please."

The words barely leave my lips before he crashes his mouth onto mine-no hesitation, no warning, just heat and hunger and violence wrapped in a kiss. His lips are rough, demanding, tasting of whiskey. He doesn't ease in. He devours. Like he's been starving.

My back hits the wall with a dull thud, but I bare Successfully unlocked!s are already in my hair, fisting it tight, angling my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue parts my lips, sumy in, tanying with mine.

I kiss him back with the same desperation, the same fury, like if I let go I might never get this again. And I hate that I want it so badly. I hate how I moan into his mouth. Every hard inch of him is pressed against me, his thigh pushing between mine, making me rub shamelessly against it.

CHAPTEROTT Thats Emen

Then his teeth catch my bottom lip. He bites down-hard

I gasp into him, eyes flying open as pain and pleasure explode in my mouth. My fingers clutch at his shirt, unsure if I'm pulling him closer or trying to push him away. The metallic tang of blood floods my tongue

He licke into my mouth like he wants to taste it too. I let him take it all.

He pulls back, lips swollen. "Now was that so hard to admit?"

"Are you going to take me or just talk?”

He smiles. "Right away, ma'am."

With his hand still around my neck, he pushes my head further into the wall. Then

he lowers himself to his knees. His fingers hook under the waistband of my

panties, and with one tug, he pulls them down my legs.

1 step out of them, and he picks the lace up and slides it into the pocket of his

pants.

"About that screaming thing," he says, lifting my right leg over his shoulder. "You still haven't told me how loudly you scream."

I open my mouth to respond, but words fail me as he buries his face where I crave

him most, his tongue immediately teasing my clit.

My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips.

"Oh..."

He pulls back. "You taste so much better than I imagined."

He doesn't give me any more seconds to catch my breath before he dives in again, drinking me in.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Each stroke of his tongue sends jolts of ecstasy through me. I grip his hair, grinding against his lips.

This makes him groan. "That's it, Kitten. Rub those juices all over my face."

The tension builds fast and wild, spiraling through me like a storm without mercy. I

try to brace for it. Try to hold it off.

I can't.

When it hits, it explodes.

I cry out, clamping a hand over my mouth as my entire body shakes.

He groans low against me, which only adds to the tremors.

Before I can come down from the high, before I can breathe or think or even process, he's standing.

I barely register the shift until he bends me over the countertop, his hands adjusting me into the right position.

The mirror catches my eye.

I see myself-flushed; trembling, disheveled. And him-behind me, eyes dark and

wild, hands tearing something open. A condom.

I can't look away.

He meets my eyes in the mirror as he steps forward, pulling me up by my hair.

And then-

He enters me in one hard thrust.

I gasp-loud and unrestrained-as the mirror fogs slightly from my breath.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he rasps behind me. "For me to fuck you hard. You want me to break you."

"Yes," I manage to whisper. "I want it."

His rhythm is slow at the start, measured, like he wants me to feel every second

of it. Then his hand finds my waist, the other sliding between my thighs, circling

that sensitive spot.

The pace picks up.

Each movement is devastating, sending new waves through me.

"Eyes on me, Sloane," he says.

I meet his gaze in the mirror, and it's like being struck. There's something primal in

the way he watches me.

"You feel so warm," he murmurs. "You're taking this so well too, like a good girl."

I don't know if it's the praise or the feeling, but I want more.

"Please," I whisper.

He smirks. "As you wish, Kitten."

CHAPTER 011. That's it, kitten

His movements become relentless. Deep. Unyielding. It's like being punched over

and over again, but yo

I'm burning from the inside out.

I can feel him everywhere.

"I think I'm going to die," I say.

"Don't die on me. I'll be forced to bring you back to life and fuck you again"

My vision swims, and I can't even blame the glasses that are slowly falling off my

face with each pore from Knox

That familiar sensation is building again, bigger this time.

Knox takes his hand off my middle, bringing it down hard on my ass

"Oh, yes,” I say, jumping a little.

That free hand joins the other, and now there are two hands gripping my hips in

place as he drives into ma

"Let go for me, Kitten," he commands.

And I do. The waves hit-massive and unstoppable-and I cry out, barely able to contain them. My body shudders and convulses. The sounds that escape my lips are wild, animalistic.

I can hear someone knocking on the door.

"Hello? Is this jammed or something? I swear to God, I'm about to pee myself!

I guess Knox's paid time is over. But I don't care. I can't care.

I'm gone.

People say the body's capable of quite a variety of orgasms. This, I'm convinced, must be the ninth heaven

Knox cusses and moans behind me, obviously getting his, and it only adds to my

frenzy

He drags my head toward him, his mouth closing around my neck, and I feel his

teeth gathering skin, biting so deeply that? m sure he's drawn blood.

For some weird reason, that increases my convulsion.

He collapses on me, his weight crushing.

We both breathe hard. I feel his heart racing against mine, and I know that I'm not

the only one who's been shattered by this experience.

We stay there for a moment before anyone speaks.

"We should go," he finally says, his voice rough. "Before they break the door

down."

I manage a laugh. But it fades quickly. Reality rushes in.

Finn.

He's waiting for me. Out there.

I pull away, dizzy, ashamed, reeling. "Oh, God. What did we do?"

"Forgotten so soon? Should I refresh your memory?"

"Finn..."

The name takes the smile off Knox's face. "That's who you think about right now?"

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