Page 69 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“I did. She doesn’t believe me.”
I could picture her expression. I got the feeling Emily didn’t want to take handouts from Knox. If she knew all that he’d done for her up to this point, she’d likely be a wee bit irritated.
I downed the rest of my drink, placed the empty glass on the sideboard beside the decanter. I waited while Knox did the same, then stepped up close.
“You wish you were still there,” I whispered, bringing my mouth close to his.
“Perhaps.”
“You wishIwas there, keeping her company in that big bed.”
Knox’s eyes flashed with the fiery passion that burned hot inside him. “You know I do.”
In true Knox fashion, he grabbed the back of my neck, jerking my head forward. He crushed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue inside, his desperation matching my determination.
Never one to back down, certainly not when I knew Knox preferred I did, I used my weight to shove him back, gripping his hair and holding him still while our tongues thrashed. Knox groaned deeply, a sound that made my cock grow harder, thicker. Yes, I knew Knox liked me like this. Rough, aggressive, giving as good as I got.
As usual, Knox reclaimed control, flipping our positions and slamming me against the thick-paned glass, his arm shoving mine away. I released my grip on his hair and let him become the aggressor.
“I take it she didn’t forgive you,” I taunted, breathing the words against his lips.
“If she did?”
“Then you’d still be there, wouldn’t you?”
“That’s not the plan,” he growled, his hand curling around my throat. He didn’t squeeze but held firm. My cock wept at the sign of aggression. I did fucking love him like this.
“You’re saying I get to reap the benefits tonight?” I nipped his lower lip. “What is it you plan to do to me, Knox? Fuck me until she forgives you?”
I felt his smile against my mouth.
“I don’t plan to fuck you,” he breathed roughly. “I plan to annihilate you.”
A rumbling moan escaped my throat.
“You want that,” Knox stated.
Since it wasn’t a question, I figured it didn’t require a response. My lack of acknowledgment had Knox slamming his mouth to mine once more.
With rough, jerky movements, he dragged me toward the bedroom, our bodies colliding with walls and columns along the way, neither releasing the other. When we reached the bedroom we slept in when we were here, Knox roughly maneuvered me to the bed, shoved me down on it. He crawled over me, letting me bear the brunt of his weight as he ground his erection against my thigh.
I liked him like this. He was a man who prided himself on his control, but I frequently witnessed the way that it slipped, revealing the rough, needy man beneath.
“She asked about you,” Knox mumbled against my mouth.
“Did she?” I nipped his lower lip, harder this time. “What did she say?”
“She’s curious.”
“That so?”
Knox groaned when I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer so his cock was trapped against my thigh. “I fantasized about the two of you,” he rasped. “Thought about you touching her, tasting her.”
It was my turn to groan as I let the image pull up in my mind. My cock was a steel rod, throbbing with the promise I could feel in Knox’s brutal kiss.
Knox reached between us to release the button on his slacks, but I was one step ahead, jerking at the button, easing down the zipper while he rocked his hips, increasing the friction on his cock against my thigh.
Bloody hell, I wanted this man. I’dalwayswanted this man. It was moments like this that reminded me of how intense he was, how much burden he carried on his shoulders each day. Knox Montgomery was the epitome of cool control except for the rare instances—like now—when it all became too much and he unleashed the beast.
