It’s on the tip of my tongue to decline because I don’t feel right having sex with him after Knox…did what he did.

However, I don’t want Leo to think something is wrong, so I nod. “I’ll head up to my room first.”

His hand briefly skims my lower back. “Can’t wait.”

After I’m sure no one is paying attention to me, I walk inside the house and up the staircase leading to my bedroom.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I enter and see Knox lying on my bed.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Sitting up on his elbows, he drags his gaze around the room. “This used to be my bedroom.”

I hike my thumb toward the door. “Great. Get the hell out.”

He curls his lip. “Nah. I think I’ll stay.” Those intense orbs darken. “Unless you’re planning on having company.”

A surge of uneasiness floods my stomach.

No. There’s no way he knows about Leo and me.

He can’t.

I brush off his suggestion with a laugh. “Trust me. There’s no one down there I want to spend time with.”

And no one in here that I want to see, either.

His gaze drops to my breasts before meeting my eyes. “Then lock the door.”

“No.”

“Stray.” The warning is clear in his tone.

Having no choice, I flick the lock on the door. “Happy?”

“Not yet.” Narrowing his stare, he crooks one long finger at me. “Come here.”

I want to protest, but he’s got me right where he wants me.

Folding my arms over my chest, I take a few steps toward the bed.

“What do you want?”

My chest heaves when he tugs down his zipper, reaches inside his pants…and pulls out his cock.

It’s even veinier and bigger than I remember.

Angrier, too.

My eyebrows rise when he licks his hand—the same one he fingered me with—and wraps it around his length. “I got you off.” I watch the tendons in his wrist flex as he strokes himself. “It’s time for you to return the favor.”

“Go to hell.”

I turn on my heel, but then he threatens, “I’ll tell everyone down there that you take your clothes off for money. And I mean…everyone.”

I close my eyes.

Telling my mother and Trent is one thing.

But telling Leo?

He’ll never look at me the same way again. He’ll be so upset…so hurt…that not only have I been stripping for other men, but I’ve been lying to him about it for all these months.

I’ll lose the only person left who ever gave a fuck about me.

I turn around to face him. “I won’t fuck you—”

“Suck me,” he says gruffly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Now.”

I hate him.

I approach the bed, ready to kneel…but he halts me.

“I want to see your tits.”

Glaring, I lower the spaghetti straps of my gown. I didn’t wear a bra, so they practically bounce out of my dress.

Still touching himself, Knox sits up on the bed. “Take it off.”

But then I’ll be naked. Vulnerable.

Just like he wants.

Swallowing my nerves, I let my dress fall to the floor.

I utter a gasp of shock when he edges forward and flicks his tongue over my nipple. “The better you suck my dick…the faster it will go.” I hiss when his teeth clamp down on my nipple. “Get on your knees.”

Kneeling, I close my eyes.

And that’s when there’s a tap on the door.

Leaning over, Knox grips the back of my head and brings his lips to my ear. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, even though I know damn well who it is.

“Aspen,” Leo says softly from the other side. “It’s me.”

Knox leans his forehead against mine, his eyes boring into me. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

I keep my expression neutral. “No.”

I’ve barely uttered the word when my phone rings.

Fisting his dick, he holds it out to me. “Prove it.”

When I don’t move, he runs the shiny head against my mouth, painting my lips with his pre-cum. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

I dart my tongue out, tasting the salty tip as I hear Leo’s footsteps fade away.

“More.”

Glaring, I wrap my lips around his cock and slide down his length. My jaw begins to ache because of how big he is, but I don’t let up.

The sooner I get this over with, the better.

With a low grunt, Knox grabs my hair, pulling and twisting as he shoves his cock down as far as it can go.

I gag, tears springing to my eyes as he pokes the back of my throat.

“Good girl.” He juts his hips, causing me to gag again. “You look so pretty with a mouthful of cock.”

Pure hunger fills his gaze, almost like this is as torturous for him as it is for me.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see him lose control.

To watch him fall apart…knowing the girl he hates is the one responsible for his pleasure.

Humming, I flick my tongue along the underside of his cock before taking him as deep as I can.

His jaw clenches as his eyes flutter closed.

Gripping his base, I suck him slow and gentle, wanting to drive him crazy like he did to me earlier.

It works because he tightens his grip on my hair and growls, “Stop moving. I want to fuck your face.”

I still, my jaw going slack as he thrusts so hard it almost hurts. But I force myself to hold his gaze, daring him to give me more, even as slobber runs down my chin and my eyes water and burn. His movements pick up, fucking my face so forcefully it throbs as his balls slap my neck.

“Fuck.” He groans low and deep, his breaths leaving him in quick short pants as his face strains. “Take my cum like a good girl.”

That’s the only warning I get before a hot spurt of salty liquid fills my mouth.

He gives me a look like he’s expecting me to gag again, but I theatrically swallow him, smiling as I do it for good measure.

I can take whatever he throws at me. And now that he’s gotten what he came here for, he can leave.

“Get out.”

Smirking, he scoops some leftover cum from my chin with his thumb, then pushes it into my mouth. “For a moment I believed you were enjoying sucking my dick…almost as much as you enjoyed the way I made you come at dinner.”