Page 100 of Knox Unleashed
This is wild.
And freeing.
Liberating, even.
And best of all, I’m soul-deep happy. The kind that explodes uncontrollably inside and can’t be contained.
“Keep runnin’, sweetheart.” Knox’s voice carries from behind me. “I wanna see how long you last before you beg me to catch you.”
I catch my breath for half a second and then sprint forward. My jacket is too hot, so I shrug my arms out of it and drape it over a tree stump as I run by.
His footsteps are getting closer, and given I’m not much of an athlete, I’m getting slower.
“Gonna pin you down and fuck you when I catch you,” Knox shouts, and the bastard doesn’t even sound out of breath.
“Ifyou catch me, old man,” I yell, knowing full well he’s going to. Maybe I’m going to make my punishment for running worse.
And I’m going to love it.
His laughter echoes through the trees and it makes me grin, and then…
Slamming to a halt, I balance on my toes on the edge of the water, about to fall face first into it.
I wobble backwards and forwards, trying to catch my balance, and finally take a step back.
And when I turn around, Knox breaks through the trees, holding his jacket. “Nowhere left to go?”
My chest rises and falls too quickly, and I scan for possible exit paths, but there are none he couldn’t get to before me.
“Maybe I don’t want to go anywhere,” I say boldly, even though it doesn’t make a lot of sense, being that I’m trapped and he’s stalking towards me with such an intense look on his face that I can barely breathe.
His hand closes around my wrist, tugging me back from the edge of the water. The motion spins me into him, my back hitting his chest, solid and unyielding. Then, he walks us until I’m pressed face first against the thick trunk of a tree that towers above us.
His hands are rough as they roam wildly over my body. He squeezes both my breasts hard, pushing them together, then releasing them, before repeating the action.
He bites the side of my neck, holding me in place so firmly with his teeth that I’m sure there’ll be a mark in the morning.
And yet, with the water rippling gently next to us, and the sound of the birds, the guttural sounds we’re making sound especially elicit.
Like we’re back with nature in the most primal sense. Doing what wild animals do, out in the open.
He puts his hand over my mouth as I groan. “One day, I’m gonna come all over and in that pretty mouth of yours. Would you like that, Maren?”
The question is punctuated with the hard grind of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He has to bend his knees to line us up.
“You like these jeans?” he asks.
“I do,” I say. “While not my favorite, they were perfect for being on the bike.”
“Tough. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He reaches down into his boot and pulls out a flip knife. “Don’t move.”
He shoves his hand down the waistband, and I’m not sure what he’s doing until I hear the first rip.
“Wait,” I shout.
“Too fucking late, sweetheart.”
With the hand in my jeans, he pulls the denim from my skin. So his blade can slice them open through the crotch without cutting me. But instead of being appalled, I swear, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
