It’s a demand I wouldn’t dream of turning down.

Chapter 39

Knox

“We’re gonna be late for school,” Aspen breathes as I unbutton her shirt.

I currently have her spread out on the couch in the living room.

I kiss and nip my way down her abdomen, pausing when I reach the top of her plaid skirt. “We’re already late.”

Might as well make it worth it.

Her eyes flutter closed as I open her blouse, revealing the white bra underneath.

My dick swells, throbbing and trapped inside my pants.

I unhook the clasp in the front of her bra, groaning when her tits spill out. “We’re not going to school today.”

My appetite for her is fucking insatiable.

“We have to,” she says, but I capture one pale pink nipple in my mouth and bite down.

She hisses, drawing a sharp breath between her teeth. “Jesus.”

I’m just getting started.

I want to spend the day biting and sucking every inch of her while she’s trapped underneath me, begging for more.

And just when she thinks she can’t take it and she’s about to die from the torment I’m inflicting…

I’ll feed her messy pussy my cock. Inch by excruciating inch, until she’s full.

Aspen moans before finding her voice. “I have to finalize everything with the prom commi—”

My hands make their way under her skirt, effectively silencing her.

Sucking her other nipple into my mouth, I tease her pussy through her damp underwear with my knuckle.

Her brows furrow and her mouth parts as I continue my torture. “You’re driving me cra—”

The sound of the front door opening cuts her off.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” my father booms from the foyer.

Fuck. They weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.

I edge away and Aspen scrambles off the couch, buttoning her shirt in the process.

“You’re such an idiot,” Aspen yells.

When I give her a look, she silently urges me to play along.

Heavy footsteps travel toward the living room. “What happened?”

Aspen glares daggers at me. “Your son took my laundry out of the washing machine over the weekend and left it in a wet pile on the floor.”

When my father scrunches his face she adds, “Now they’re wrinkled, and they smell.” She gestures to her shirt. “I can’t go to school like this.”

It’s not the best lie, but judging by my father’s annoyed expression, it works.

“You can and you will go to school like that, young lady.” He glares at me. “Does someone need to teach you some goddamn manners since you obviously forgot them?”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “No.”

Dark eyes narrow into tiny slits. “No, what?”

The word tastes like shit on my tongue. “Sir.”

He hikes a thumb behind him. “Good. Now the both of you better get your asses to school or so help me God, wrinkled laundry will be the least of your worries.”

Aspen opens her mouth in challenge, but I give her a look.

One she ignores because she places her hands on her hips and snarls, “Excuse me?”

He turns his furious glare on her. “Did I stutter?”

As usual, she doesn’t back down. However, he’s the wrong person to pick a fight with.

“No, but that sure sounded like a threat.”

His face turns red with anger. “I’ll show you a threat, you little bitch. It’s about time you gave me some goddamn respect.”

He lunges for her, but I’m faster and wedge myself between them in the nick of time.

“Get in the car,” I bark, ready to rip his fucking throat out with my teeth.

To my surprise, Aspen actually listens for once and runs out of the living room.

Now it’s just me and him.

“You seem to be forgetting where your loyalties lie, son.”

“And you seem to be forgetting that she’s not—” I catch myself before I finish that sentence.

“She’s not what?” he prompts, daring me to say it.

I won’t give him the fucking satisfaction.

“Nothing.”

He smirks, reminding me we’re not all that different. “That’s what I thought.” He scratches his chin. “By the way, the next time you fool around with your whore sister under my roof, make sure she thinks of a better excuse to give me. A liar is bad enough, but a terrible one is worse.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he’s just upset she won’t give it up to him, but I know that will only goad him and make him have a point to prove.

Instead, I look him in the eye. “We weren’t fooling around. I told you, I hate her.”

His tone is low and clipped, but there’s also a hint of amusement. “So you keep saying.”

“Are we done here?”

I can tell he doesn’t want to let me off the hook so easily, but the sound of his phone ringing has him waving me away.

I dig my keys out of my pocket and stalk out, suppressing the visceral urge to walk back in there and beat the living shit out of him until he no longer has a pulse.

One day.

The entire school is buzzing even more than usual as I make my way to my locker after lunch.

I’m about to chalk it up to the typical bullshit drama that goes on around here, but then I see Aspen talking to her friend Brie down the hall.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but whatever it is has her paler than usual and visibly shaken.

The fact that she could mouth off to my father without so much as batting an eye earlier, but now looks like a cat being held over a tub full of water doesn’t bode well.

The muscles in my chest tighten as I head toward her.

“It’s not him,” I hear Aspen whisper as I approach. “Trust me.”

“How do you—”

“Because I’ve been with him all weekend.”

Her friend’s eyes widen before she gives Aspen’s hand a squeeze and scurries off.

“What’s wrong?”

When she doesn’t answer, the predatory need to protect her takes over and I step into her space, intentionally crowding her. “What happened, Stray?”