“Is this what you want?”

My response is visceral as I stare at it, need and desire tangling in my chest. I want it inside me, filling me…fucking me.

But I want it on my terms.

Not his.

“Take off my panties.”

Slipping a finger into the waistband, he drags them down my legs…deliberately taking his time to taunt me.

When they reach my ankles, I step out of them and kick the fabric away.

Still holding the knife to his neck, I straddle him, lining myself up with his dick. However, since I can’t take my eyes off him, I have to instruct him to do the next part.

“Put your cock inside me.”

I expect him to oblige, but he fists himself with one hand and takes hold of my hip with the other, guiding me and making it easier for me to do it myself.

Rising on my knees, I slowly lower myself onto him. He’s so big, so thick, it aches as I stretch around him. My eyes flutter closed when I sink down and he fills me to the hilt, my skin tingling and my nipples puckering as I relish the sensation.

Slowly, I start to ride him. I suck in a breath when his grip on my hip tightens, and he bites his lower lip and groans.

He looks so sexy…so hungry. Like he wants this even more than I do.

I see a small trickle of blood oozing from his neck. I must have nicked him at some point.

Instinctively, I still. “I—”

“Don’t stop.” He pumps his hips. “Don’t you fucking stop. Keep riding my cock like a good girl.”

Oh, God. His brazen, needy demands set my skin on fire.

I moan, arching my back as I move again. He meets my thrusts, giving it to me deeper, harder.

Fucking me so good I’m losing my goddamn mind.

So good…I drop the knife.

I freeze when he snatches it, realizing I just gave him the upper hand.

No, more than that…I just gave a murdering psycho the weapon of choice to kill me.

An uneasy breath shudders out of me as the knife comes closer, his expression feral.

He’s going to kill me.

Thrusting deep, he holds the collar of my white t-shirt with one hand and glides the knife down it with the other, slicing it.

“Take it off.”

Reaching for the ripped fabric, I tear it the rest of the way, exposing myself.

I gasp when the sharp tip of the knife pierces the top of my breast. “Knox—”

In one fluid movement, he wraps an arm around my lower back and shifts us into a sitting position.

Groaning, he inclines his head and licks the blood from the small cut he made. “Every part of you tastes good.” Squeezing my tits in his big hands, he sucks a nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “So fucking good.”

I tilt my head, arching my back and closing my eyes...getting lost in the feel of his warm lips on my skin and his cock pumping deep inside me.

I hold on to him for dear life as his thrusts pick up speed.

Oh, God.

He’s fucking me so hard, I’m afraid the bed might break.

That I might break.

He shoves me onto my back and his hand wraps around my throat, pinning me to the mattress as he gives it to me deeper.

So deep I no longer know where I end and he begins.

I moan, sucking air between my teeth when he rubs my clit with his free hand. He knows exactly how I like to be touched.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

The dirty things I like to hear.

I moan, scratching his arms with my nails as the pleasure comes to a crest and an orgasm rocks through me.

However, it’s those eyes…those intense, fiery eyes, watching me intently as I come that causes something inside me to unhinge.

“Fuck.”

A violent, almost animalistic sound tears out of Knox as he slams into me. His grip on my throat tightens before I feel liquid heat fill my pussy and a ragged breath shudders out of him.

He flops on the bed beside me and reaches for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand.

It’s only then that I notice the knife is on the floor. A draw.

He brings a cigarette to his mouth and lights it. “That was a one-time thing.”

His words don’t have a harsh tone like they usually do.

They sound indifferent. Like the same line he feeds to every girl he hooks up with.

And even though it shouldn’t bother me, because I was the one who came here looking to use him…it does.

I don’t say a word as he smokes his cigarette down to the filter.

However, when I move to leave…he drapes an arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him before we fall asleep.

Chapter 33

Aspen

I expected things to be awkward between us. Hell, at this point, I’d almost prefer it over this cool, detached energy emanating from him.

I watch as he takes the key out of the ignition, waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

But he doesn’t. He simply opens the door of his jeep and gets out without so much as a grunt or a spare glance my way.

Screw him.

Muttering a curse, I pick up my bag, hop out of the vehicle, and make my way inside the school building.

I will not play his stupid little games.

So we slept together this weekend…big deal. People have sex all the time.

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

I refuse to be one of those girls who pine over an asshole just because he gave you good dick.

I make a beeline for my locker, ignoring the groups of people huddled together talking in hushed whispers. They’re probably gossiping and spreading rumors like they always do, because that’s all ninety-nine percent of the students here at Black Mountain are capable of.

God forbid they use their mouths and brains for the greater good.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Brie darting straight toward my locker.

She’s out of breath when she reaches me, and there’s no mistaking the concern lacing her voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I give her a look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but then clamps it shut and shakes her head solemnly, almost like she loathes the next words she’s about to say. “They, uh…they found another body at Devil’s Bluff yesterday.” She swallows. “The press haven’t confirmed it yet, but people are saying it’s Shadow.”

A chill grips my spine, and my head feels heavy as I take a step back.