Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 43

CHAPTER 043: My Good Girl

She rises.

I smile as I reach for the back of her neck and pull her toward me. The second our mouths meet, it’s a fucking detonation,

My lips move over hers with slow intent, and then I’m consuming her–biting, tasting, owning. Her mouth parts, and the groan that slips from her throat rattles straight through me. I kiss her deeper, harder, until there’s no air between us, no space for doubt or fear. Just this heat, this ache, this unrelenting pull.

She tries to raise her arms–twice. I feel the twitch in her shoulders, the lift of her elbows. But each time, the metal of the cuffs catches her wrists, holding her back. And fuck, the sound she makes–a whimper dipped in frustration and need- makes my cock twitch.

She’s so eager. So ready. So mine.

When I finally pull away, we’re both breathing like we’ve sprinted into each other at full force. Her lips are red, kiss–bruised, and her eyes–those eyes–look up at me lustfully.

“I want to touch you,” she whispers, breathless.

And I almost let her. Almost.

“You will soon, Bunny,” I say against her lips. “I’ll let you do anything to me when you’re ready.”

“Ready? In what way?”

I don’t answer.

Instead, I hoist her up by the hips. She gasps as I carry her to the closet.

“We’re about to find out how strong your grandmother’s gift really is.”

She laughs, eyes sparkling. “I feel like you’re teaching me a lot of bad things, Knox. I’ve never gone outside the office for lunch. And I’ve never spent over the designated hour.”

I press her back against the closet. My left arm braces her waist, pinning her in place as my right hand begins to explore, sliding down her body.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“Don’t. Please.”

“Do you want to be a good girl? Or my good girl?”

“Yours. I want to be your good girl.”

I can feel the heat radiating from her core, and it’s intoxicating. I press my fingers against her clit, rubbing gently. She moans, her hips moving in time with my touch, seeking more friction, more pressure.

I oblige, my fingers moving faster, more insistently. I can feel her getting wetter, her body responding to my touch, her breath coming in quick gasps.

I love the feel of her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Knox,” she whispers, her voice breathless. “That feels so good.”

I slip one finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out of her, teasing her, tormenting her. She moans, her body clenching around my fingers, her inner muscles rippling with each thrust.

I can hear Finn’s breathing growing more ragged in the closet, and I can’t help but smile against Sloane’s skin. Let him listen. Let him hear every moan, every gasp, every whispered plea.

I add a third finger, stretching her, filling her, preparing her for what’s to come. She cries out, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around my fingers.

“Knox,” she whispers, her voice desperate. “Please. I need more.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean, tasting her desire. She watches me, her eyes wide with lust.

“Arms around my neck, Bunny,” I say. “Gotta get you back to the office soon before someone calls the cops.”

She laughs breathlessly and adjusts her cuffed arms, circling them around the back of my head. I grip her thighs and slide

into her in one thrust.

She screams.

The closet rattles.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “You take it so fucking well.”

Her body tightens around me like a vise, her insides clenching with every pulse, every thrust. I slam into her again and

CHAPTER 043: My Good Girl

again, the rhythm of our bodies becoming a primal symphony.

“Oh God, Knox,” she cries out. “It’s so good.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Your voice is so sweet when you moan, Bunny, I murmur. “So sweet.” “Are you saying it’s ugly the rest of the time?”

I chuckle and slam into her harder. She bucks against me. Her body meets mine thrust for thrust, her breath coming in faster.

“Fuck, Knox,” she moans. “Right there. Please. Don’t stop.”

I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing. I watch her face, taking in every expression, every sound, every shuddering breath.

“Who owns this body, Sloane?” I demand. “Who owns this perfect, beautiful body?”

“You,” she whispers. “You, Knox.”

“Say it again.” I slam into her harder, deeper, faster. “Say my fucking name.”

“You, Knox,” she cries out. “You own me. You own this.”

Soon enough, I feel her body seizing up with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clamp down on me. I keep pounding into her, my hips moving like a piston, my body slamming against hers, my cock filling her, stretching her, claiming her.

“That’s it, Bunny,” I groan, my voice strained with effort and desire. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

She screams my name as her entire body trembles. She tries to squirm away from the intensity, but I hold her firm.

“Sloane, look at me.”

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. Those eyes are glazed with desire, with need. And it’s fucking beautiful.

“I want to cum inside you,” I groan. “I want to fill you up.”

She doesn’t even pause to think. “Do it, Knox. Please. I need it. I need you.”

My fingers find her clit, moving in time with my thrusts. I want her to come undone again. I want to feel her squeezing when I fill her up.