CHAPTER027 : This WasAMistake Iforcemyselftowalkinastraightline.
Backtall.Shoulderssquared.LikeImnotbeingheldhostagebyavibratorcurrentlypulsinginbetweenmylegs.
ItsonlyafterreachingthefootofthestairsthatIrealizehowstupidImbeing.Theresliterallyanelevatorleadingtothetopfloor.
Istareatitforasecond,thenturn,walktoit,andpressthebutton.
Thedoorsslideopen,andIcantsayhowgratefulIamthatnoonesinside.
OnceImintheelevator,Isuckinairthroughmynoseandholditwhilethenumbersclimb.Eachdingvibratesagainstmyspine.Iadjustthecollarofmycoatandtrynottosquirm,buttheheatcrawlingbetweenmythighsmakesthatalosing.battle.
Thedoorsopen.
IdontwaitIdartout,makeasharpright,andheadtowardtherooftopaccess.Icomefacetofacewithabouncerstandingbytheheavyglassdoor,armscrossed,facesetasstone.
NowIfeelselfconscious.Couldhehearit? Hesquintsatme.This areaisprivate,maam.
I,uh…Immeetingsomeone.Afriend.
Heraisesabrow.Name? KnoxHartley.
Yourname,Imean.
Sloane.
Heeyesmeasecondlonger,thensighs,pullingthedooropenandhandingmeahotelbrandedumbrella.Takethis.Itswetout.
Thanks,Imutter,grabbingitlikeitmightbethelastthreadofdignityIhaveleft.
Istepintothe drizzleandsnaptheumbrellaopen,thelightspraydottingmyshoes.Thewindpicksupslightly,butitsnotunpleasant.Justenoughtowakeupthepartsofmethathavebeenlulledintosubmissionbytensionandadrenaline.
AndthenIseehim.
Knox.
Hesinthefar corneroftherooftopbeneathamodernawning,thekindwithsleekbeamsandhanginglightsthatblursoftlyinthemist.AsIsuspected,hesconvenientlysittinginashadowycornerormaybehedturned offthelightstherehimself;youcannevertellwiththat man.Hesdrapedoveraloungechair,onearmslungcasuallyoverthebackrest,the otherholdingathick cigar.Smokecoilsaroundhim,veilinghis faceinaghostlyswirlthatonlymakeshimlookmore dangerous.
Iwalkstraighttohim.
Knox,Icall.Turnitoff.
Hedoesntmoveatfirst,justliftshischin.
OnceImundertheshade,Icollapsetheumbrellaandsetitdownwithmoreforcethannecessary.Mybreathisuneven.Myheartisahammerin mychest.
Knoxasheshiscigarwithslow,practicedease.Thenhelooks atme.
Expressionunreadable.Calm.

Youlookquiteflustered,hesays.
Itapafoot.
Turnitoff,Knox.
Hislipstwitch.Hepicksuphisphonewithoutbreakingeyecontactandtapsit.
Mercifulsilence.
Mythighsunclenchoninstinct,andIletoutasighof reliefthatbordersonamoan.God,Ialmostcameintheelevator.
Alright,Isay,tryingtocollectmyself.Canwegonow Successfullyunlocked! Forsomeonewho finallygotwhatshewanted tidy, WhatIwanted? Youwaitedovertenyearsforthis,didyounot?Youshouldbeelated.Celebratory.
Waitaminute.Areyoutalkingaboutwhathappenedinthere?Thekiss? CHAPTER027:ThisWasAMistake Heshrugs.WhatelsewouldIbetalkingabout? YouthinkIdwantFinntokissmetomakeDelilahjealous? IthinkyoudwanttobekissedbyFinninanyway.
Well,youthoughtwrong.
DidI?heasks.
Incaseyoudidntnotice,thatkissendedwithaslap.
Forsomepeople,thatsforeplay.
Igroan.Idonthavethepatienceforthis.Areyouhelpingme ornot? WhetherIhelpyouornotwilldependontheanswersyougiveme.
Hisfaceshowsnothing,butsomethingtellsmehessuppressinganger.Hisjawisslightlyclenched,andhiseyesareblank.Evenatthat,helooksdevastatinglygorgeous.Maybeitsjustmyhormonesoaked,chaoslovingbrainplayingtricksonme.Itrynottoletmyeyeslinger.Buttheydo.Ofcoursetheydo.
Well,goonthen,Isay.Askyourquestions.
Hisgazedropstomyheels,settlingthereforawhilebeforeslowlytrailingupmylegs.Overmycoat.Uptomyface.Landingonmyeyes.
Whydyoucomeuphere,Sloane?heasks.
Excuseme? YoubroughtyourselfallthewayuphereafterIaskedyouto.Why? Areyoukiddingme?Youpractically blackmailedmeinto coming.
Ididnt.Therearerestroomsoneveryfloorinthisbuilding.Youcouldvestoppedanywhere.Butyoudidnt.Youcametome.Dontsayitsbecauseyouneedsomeonetoaccessmyparentshouse.Webothknow,the momentyousteppedfootuphere,yourenotgoinganywhere.
Hestands.Hismovementsaresoslowandpredatorythatmybreathstutters.ButIdontwalkback.Forsomeweirdreason,Icant.
Hestopsrightinfrontme.CloseenoughthatIfeelhisbodyheat.Closeenoughtotastehissmokeintheairbetweenus.Whydyoucomehere,Sloane?herepeats.Isitakinkforyou?Lustingaftertwobrothers? IjerkbacklikeIvebeenslapped.Ibeg yourpardon? Heturns awayandpacestowardthe railing.Hishandsrestontheedge,hisshoulderstight.
IdontevenknowwhyImmad,hemutters.Thiswasamistake.Justleave.
Istareathim.ThemoreIlook,themoremybloodboils.
Youthinkyoucansaywhateveryouwantandthendismissme?Iask.
Ijustdid,didntI ? IsweartoGod,Knox,ifItakeonestepforward,itllbetoshoveyourarrogantassoffthisbuilding.

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Heturns.
Slowly.
Abrowlifts.Forthefirsttime sinceIarrivedhere,hesmiles.Youwould? Donttestme.Imalreadypissedoffat twoHartleys.Imgoingtotransferallthataggressiontoyou.
Hestalksforward.Doit.
What? Transfertheaggression.Hitme.
Donttemptme.
Comeon,Kitten.Youmadethethreat.Followthrough.
Itrytowalkback,buthecatchesmywrist,yankingmeclose.
Youcantpromisemeagoodtimeandthenretreat.Doit.Hitme.
Youreinsane.
Fuckingdoit,Sloane.
SoIdo.
Myhandfliesacrosshischeekwithaslapthatechoesagainsttherooftoptiles.
CHAPTER027:ThisWasAMistake Hiseyesdarken.Hegrinsagain.
Iknewthemonsterwasinthere,hesays.Another,Harderthis time.Whenyouvepouredoutallthatrage,welltalkaboutwhatyouactuallycameherefor.
Imdoneplayingyourgames,Ihiss,pullingmyselfoutofhisarms.
Iturntoleave,butsuddenlymyfeetleavetheground.
Hesbehindme.Onearmhookedaroundmywaist.Mybackflushtohischest.Hismouthbymyear.
Putmedown,Isnap.
Thatsmyintention.
Hestridestothechairandtossesmedownlikeadoll.IbarelycatchmyselfbeforeIfallover,turningbackjustashegrabsthecollarofmycoatandyanksmeuprightagain.
Andthenhishandslipsinsidethecoat,fingerssearchingformynipples andpinchingthernthroughthegown.Icryout.
Whydidyoucomeuphere,Sloane?hesays.
Ihateyou.Ifuckinghateyou,youarrogant,infuriating- Hishandcurlsinmyhair,yanking myheadbackjustenoughtobring ourlipsabreathapart.Buthedoesntkissme.Iwanthimtosobadly.
Youcameheretobefilled,hesays.YouwontleaveuntilIvefuckedeverymanoutofyoursystem.

Knox… Tellmewhatyou want.
Youreacrazysonofabitch.
Whatdoyouwantfromthiscrazysonofabitch? Iwhimper.
Getinsideme.Rightnow.Please.
Hislipscrashintominewithaforcethatsucks thebreathrightoutofmylungs.
Hishandisstillburiedinmyhair,grippingjusttightenoughtohold meinplacewithouthurting.Theothercurvesto myback,slidingpasttheopenedgeofmycoat,fingersfindingbareskinandsplayingwideacrossmyspine.Hepullsmeinwiththegripofaman whosstarvedfortouch.
Hiskissisnotsweet.Itsnotgentle.Itsnotevenremotelysane.
Hismouthmoveslikeitownsmine,teethcatchingmylowerlip,tongueslidingintostrokeagainstmineuntilImmoaningintohim,nailsdiggingintothethickmuscleofhisarms.IfeellikeImunraveling,threadbythread,andhestheonlythingholdingmetogether.
Thenhemoves.Handtomyass.Liftingoneofmylegsuntil mythighhookshighonhiship,spreadingmeopenjustenoughforhimtopressthehardlineofhisarousalrightagainstmysoakedpanties.The pressureofhimgrindingwiththetoyinplaceonlymakesmemoreinsane.
Itstoomuch.Toogood.
ImsocloseIcouldscream,andmaybeIdobecause Knoxpullsbackjustasmybodystartstotense.He breaksthekiss,eyeswild,chestheaving,lipsred fromwhereIbithim.
Geton yourknees,hesays.
IdontknowwhyIdoit.Itjust…happened.Likemusclememory.Likeinstinct.Idrop downandstare athim,waiting.
Takeoffmybelt,hesays,voicethick,throatierthanbefore.
Ireachforitwithouthesitation.Fingerstrembling.
Theleatheriswarmfromhisbody.Thebuckle,solidandcold.Myhandsworkquickly,butitstillfeelslikeeverythingismovinginslowmotion.LiketheairaroundusisweightedwithsomethingIcantname.Want,maybe.Rage.Hunger.Pain.All ofit.
Iunfastenhim.Slidethebeltoutinonepull.Unbutton.Unzip.Myhandslipsunderthewaistbandofhisboxers.
Hesalreadyhard.
Painfully,beautifullyhard.
Andthenhespringsfree,cockflushed andthick,andtheresapiercing.Asilverringatthetip,glinting.Iblinkatit,likemyeyesaretryingtoadjust.Likeitsamirage.
Butitsreal.Everyinchofhimis.
Myfingerswraparoundhim,andmythumbbrushesthemetal.Hegroans.Afullbodiedsoundthatshootsstraighttomycoreandleavesmethrobbing.
CHAPTER027.ThisWasAMistake Hishandfistsinmyhair.
Putmydickinyourmouth,hesays,voicedark,commanding.Iwanttoseeyouchokeonit.