Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
He could understand Dario’s urge to have her. Harper was beautiful, unique, without guile, and so aloof that it was a challenge to any male demon worth his salt. Knox had picked up that challenge. But she was also his and…and now Dario was fantasizing about her sucking him off.
“I suggested that she and I could go to the bar for a—”
“That won’t be happening,” Knox rumbled. “And neither will the shit that’s going through your head.”
Dario paled. “We were just going to discuss the election, that’s all.”
Knox could sense Dario doing his best to clear his mind, to keep a firm grip on his fantasies, and to focus totally on Knox. But, as if the pressure was simply too much for him, Dario’s fantasies all burst out of that mental grip and flashed through his head like a flicker pad: images of him fucking Harper, tasting her pussy, tying her up, sucking on her nipples, having her ride him, and forcing her to suck his cock…It was too much for Knox, and it was far too much for his demon.
Harper inwardly cursed as Knox’s eyes bled to black. Head tilted, the demon slowly advanced on Dario like a predator closing in on its prey. The rage emanating from it sent apprehension prickling down her spine. Hey, just because she knew it wouldn’t hurt her didn’t mean it wasn’t a scary fucker – especially when she had seen for herself exactly what it was capable of doing to someone that pissed it off.
To Dario’s credit, he stood his ground against that chilling presence. She had no clue what was going on, but she could sense that Knox’s demon was seriously unhappy.
“I see what you want,” it told Dario, who swallowed hard. “I see it all.” It slowly shook its head. “You can’t have her. She’s mine.”
Clearing his throat, Dario nodded. “Understood.”
Yeah? Well she was glad someone understood, because Harper was still a little confused here. She looked from one male to the other as Knox’s demon retreated. “I really hope that wasn’t about me. We were only talking about the election.”
Knox turned to her. “Really?”
“Yes, he thinks that—” Harper nearly jumped out of her damn skin when an ice-cold fingertip flicked her clit. No, he hadn’t just done that in public! He hadn’t just—
She jerked as the same fingertip circled her clit, making it heat and tingle. Oh, the bastard.
Dario frowned at her. “Are you all right?”
“You don’t look too good, baby,” commented Knox, ensuring he looked the image of concern. “Your cheeks are flushed. Must be all the champagne.”
An icy finger slid through her folds, and Harper had to lock her knees to stay upright. Stop it, she hissed. Knox didn’t. As he and Dario talked, the finger casually slid through her folds over and over, pausing now and then to play with her clit. She didn’t know how something so cold could give off so much heat. I will kill you for this. The psychic finger sank inside her, and she couldn’t hold in a gasp.
Brow creased in worry, Knox moved to her. He stroked a hand over her hair and down her back to rest on her ass – an unmistakable display of masculine possession. “Maybe you should go upstairs and lie down.”
I’m going to rip your cock off and—
A second finger joined the first; they scissored, stretched, and swirled. Despite her best efforts to withstand the pleasure, her knees buckled. She had to grab onto Knox’s shirt for support.
He curled his arm around her. “Seems like the champagne’s definitely gotten to you. Dario, enjoy your evening.” There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity in the latter words. Knox guided her to the private elevator that would take them straight to the top floor. All the while, those icy fingers continued to pump.
You’reamotherfuckingcocksuckingpsychopathicsonofabitch!
A hard thrust of those fingers wrenched a gasp from her. At this point, her pussy was flaming and throbbing – needing him so badly it was all she could do not to sob. But he was being a dick.
When Levi and Tanner went to step into the elevator, Knox shook his head. “Take the stairs.” The sentinels nodded, giving him a knowing smile.
The moment the doors closed, she whirled on Knox with a growl. Before she could say a word, his mouth crashed on hers and his tongue shot inside. The kiss was dominant, possessive, and devastating. He forcefully backed her into the wall, making the breath slam out of her lungs. His hands shackled her wrists and held them high above her head – the entire time, the psychic fingers continued to drive her to the brink of insanity.
Knox kicked her legs apart and used his lower body to pin her in place. “Look at me.” As she did, her eyes changed from amber to gold; they blazed with a raw need that made his gut twist. He fucking burned for her. He was hard and hurting, aching to be in her, to feel her pussy clenching and squeezing him. But not yet.