He ripped the bags off my shoulders and moved into my apartment like he owned the place. He slammed the door shut and locked all the locks, including the chain which I never used before. There was blood on his face and I knew it was his. He looked like he’d been roughed up pretty bad. The anger flowed across his face but his eyes were a completely different story.
I realized he was wearing his leather cut again. I hadn’t seen him in a Reaper’s Bastards MC cut in a while.
What the fuck is going on?
I couldn’t find the words to ask him that.
His hands grabbed my hips and he walked me back. I’ll admit it - there were dozens of fantasies I had about Knox and a good chunk of them started just like this. Him showing up and just ravaging me.
I kept walking back until I hit the dining room table. His hands moved to the back of my legs and he lifted me up, putting me on the table. He pulled at me, bringing our bodies together. Through his jeans I felt him. I. Felt. Him. His huge cock getting bigger by the second. The fucking apartment was so hot and steamy I expected the smoke alarms to start beeping.
One hand slipped around to my back and he came forward to kiss me. A sensible person would have stopped Knox from kissing me, but there was no sense with him. He scrambled my brain, my heart, and everything else in my body. He activated needs that I never knew I had.
We started to kiss and the intention was very clear.
He was here to fuck me.
His left hand grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and his hand explored. I felt his strong, outlaw fingers cup over my breast, squeezing, sending a warm pulse down through my core right to between my legs.
His other hand touched my face, gently stroking my cheek as he kissed me harder. Of course, it was the wrong side of my face and, of course, he started to press harder.
I fought the urge to jump back from the pain but I couldn’t control it.
The second I winced and pulled away, our moment was done.
Knox eased back and looked right at my face.
I saw his eyes go wide and I knew he knew.
Fuck.
“Why are you wearing so much makeup?” he asked.
I just stared.
“And your bags… you were taking off?”
“Yeah. I have cash. Not enough, but I…”
“Why?” he growled at me.
Knox was still between my legs. He should have been tearing my clothes off. His mouth should have been kissing anywhere he wanted to kiss on me.
“Darlin’, tell me what you’re thinking,” Knox said to me.
“Tell me first,” I whispered. “What happened to your face?”
“I had a talk with Porter.”
“No,” I said. I reached for the cuts. “Knox…”
“It’s all good,” he said.
“Why are you wearing your leather cut again?”
“Simple. I’m meant to fucking wear this. This is who I am. The Reap has not died and never will die. I’m an outlaw with a bad heart, Ana, but you’re the only one who makes my heart feel right. That’s why I’m here. I’m done fucking around. I’m done playing games. There’s a lot I have to say to you but right now, I’m alone with you. I’m fucking finally alone with you the way I’ve always dreamed to be.”
Jesus… fuck me… Knox…
My entire body quivered.
I touched the end of the table and tried to lower my head.
All I wanted to do was disappear. The temptation was too great though. Most women would love to indulge a little with temptation, but with Knox, there was no indulging. It was addicting.
Knox touched my jaw and made it so I couldn’t avoid looking at him.
“Your face,” he whispered. “Go clean that shit off. I want to see.”
“No,” I said. “Knox, no.”
“Goddammit, darlin’, I’m not giving you a choice here. You’re going to take your pretty ass into that bathroom and clean your face off. Right now.”
The anger was still on his face. I saw it changing to something else.
I was staring into the eyes of my protector though. That’s what Knox had always been for me. The truth was that he’d come to see me. He’d obviously taken a beating from Porter, which I knew had to be an unfair fight because I’d seen Knox fight so many times already. He wouldn’t have lost to a guy like Porter one on one.
He wanted the truth? He wanted to see?
“Fine,” I said. “Move.”
I jumped off the table. I felt my panties pull against my body and swallowed hard. I was dripping. The mess was completely unfair because I was then untouched.
I walked into the bathroom and saw Knox lingering behind me.
The weird part was that as I washed my face clean, it wasn’t just the makeup coming off. It was like I was somehow taking off a mask I’d been wearing for years. A mask that tried to keep myself at a safe distance from Knox. But what had that gotten me?
Nothing.
I was lonely, desperate, and I wasn’t happy.
I wiped my face and stared at myself. The bruise was clearing up, just like it always did.