Page 13 of King of Kings
His hands travel up my body until they are wrapped around my neck. “Answer the question, Sophia,” he growls, his fingers tightening.
“I said, fuck you.” I’ve never been so angry and turned on in my life.
He loosens his grip on my neck, one hand traveling down to the waistband of my pants. I gasp when his fingers dip into my panties, and knowing that he can feel how wet I am should embarrass me, but it doesn’t.
“Knox, please,” I beg, my head rolling back when his finger finds my slit. His eyes collide with mine, both of us breathing heavily. I can feel his hot breath against my lips.
“What do you want, Sophia?” he asks, pushing his finger into my wetness.
“I want you.” I pant, all rational thoughts leaving my body.
I whimper when he pulls his hand from my pants, grabbing the waistband to pull them off.
I watch him lean down in front of me, his hands rubbing against the inside of my thighs before pushing my black panties to the side.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he says, clearly angry at himself for letting things get this far.
I should be offended. I should push him away and get the fuck out of here before it goes too far, but I can’t.
The first slide of his tongue over my pussy makes my pulse skyrocket. His tongue licks and swipes against my sensitive bud, causing my body to tremble.
My hands press against the counter, my body instinctively arching with every swipe of his tongue. “Holy shit, Knox.” I pant.
His hands grip onto my thighs, his tongue diving deeper into my most sensitive spot.
“Knox, please,” I beg. I’m not sure what I’m begging for… Him to keep going or for him to stop? My mind and my body are at war.
Right before I’m about to go over the edge, he stops, pulls back, and stands up. His eyes never leave mine, a smirk forming across his face. I watch him swipe a finger across his lips, removing any trace of me.
“Do you feel like you just got fucked over?” he asks, stepping away from me.
My body freezes, and a blush creeps up my cheeks. I try to fight back the tears, realizing I just got played.
“Fuck you,” I mumble, jumping off the counter and grabbing my pants from the floor.
“I just wanted you to feel an ounce of the pain that you’ve put me through,” he says, shrugging, and his eyes feel like they’re staring into my soul.
“You’re a fucking asshole. Do us both a favor and don’t fucking talk to me again,” I shout, grabbing my shirt and heading towards the door.
Before I can get to the front door, I feel his fingers wrap around my arm, digging into my skin. “Fuck off, Knox,” I yell, trying to shake him off.
He shoves me against the wall of the hallway, caging me in. His breath is ragged and anger pulsates from his body.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he growls.
I try to duck under his arms, but he shoves me back against the wall. “Don’t… Don’t touch me,” I stammer, gritting my teeth.
“Don’t you wish you didn’t want me to touch you, Sophia?” He says my name like it makes him sick. “Don’t you wish you could stop thinking about me every night? Stop thinking about the things I can do to you.” He laughs bitterly. He should disgust me, but when his lips graze my ear, it only makes me feel wetness between my legs.
“Leave me alone, Knox,” I whisper, trying to decide if I should punch him or pull his mouth to mine so I can taste him again.
“Do you enjoy it when I fuck with you?” he asks, licking his lips.
I turn my head, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “I hate you,” I say––for the hundredth time tonight.
I feel his hand wrap around my neck, his fingers forcefully gripping my chin, making me look in his direction.
“You might hate me, Sophia, but you’ll always want me. That’s why I win.” His grip loosens and he pushes off the wall.