Page 275 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“You want my love?” I retort, grinning at him to show I’m teasing. Onyx has my love, he just doesn’t know it yet. “Earn it. Show me what you got.”
Before I can do anything more than wink at Onyx, he launches himself at me with surprising speed and pins me to the wall. His arms on either side of my head cage me in and he towers over me, glaring down. I have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze and when I do, I find lust there, not anger. He feels so close his scent intoxicates me, but no part of us is actually touching.
I don’t want to be the prey in this scenario. Still, my breath catches even as I rise up onto my tiptoes, thread my arms around his neck and kiss him hard.
I dominate the kiss, something I’ve never really done with Onyx before, pouring all my anger and frustration into it. But I also give him my sadness, my worry, my regret. He takes everything I force on him and I don’t even notice that he’s been manoeuvring me across the room until I’m laid on the bed and he pulls away.
“Kiss me,” I demand. He shakes his head. “Kiss me, for fuck’s sake!”
He does. But he tries to slow it down, turning my angry, frantic tongue lashing into a deep sensual kiss. Every time I try to take over, he pulls away. I growl out my frustration.
“Onyx! For fuck’s sake! Give me what I want!”
“No.”
“Fine. Then let me go.” I try to get up off the bed in a huff, but he pushes me back.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he promises.
“But you just said?—”
“What you want and what you need are not the same thing right now, Amelie. Trust me.”
He slowly starts to remove my clothes, so I begrudgingly let him because I’m pretty sure that once he gets me naked, his control will snap. It’s been even longer since he got any, so this ‘nice guy, take it slow’ act is sure to fail sooner or later.
When I’m naked and he drags me to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees and spreading my legs apart, I lose it.
“Get fucking real, Onyx!” I snap, closing my legs together as tightly as I can. “You've just had major surgery, get up off the floor!”
“I had a bullet removed, it was hardly major surgery,” he scoffs, blowing it off as if it’s nothing.
“Life-saving surgery is major. You almost died.”
You did die,I think, remembering my dream from earlier.
No, it was just a nightmare. It was a close call but he never left me.
“I’m fi?—”
“So help me god,” I growl like a wild breast. “If you say you’re‘fine’I will snap your dick off, get it pickled, and feed it to Kalen whenhepisses me off!”
“Alright, alright! Jeez, anyone would think you cared the way you’re carrying on.”
“I just don’t want to be responsible for you busting your stitches open,” I retort. Though I’m pretty sure his stitches will have dissolved by now. I think? Whatever.
“Fine,” he sighs. I shoot him a warning glare, and he hastily protects his junk. “Let me lie on the bed. No chance of doing any damage that way.”
He has a point, so I begrudgingly get up to switch places with him, pausing to watch as he strips off his shirt in that flashy one handed way that guys do. He makes it look effortless, and I want to ask him to teach me to do it too, but I get distracted by his abs.
My fingers itch to touch him.
Despite being out of action for several weeks, Onyx’s physique has not suffered at all. I frown. Surely that’s not right?
“What’s wrong?” he asks, spotting my confusion.
“Have you been working out?”
“A little.” He shrugs like it’s no big thing, but I immediately see red.
