Page 48 of Knox

I close my eyes, and I am right back there... pinned against his chest, one of his hands covering my mouth while the other works up and down my cock.

Oh, God.

It was desperate, angry, and it was the absolute freest I have felt in years.

Since that night, I’ve used every single excuse, action, and provocation to tempt him. I’ve pushed his boundaries and thrown my body into his, practically begging for a repeat performance.

But nothing works.

And because I’m clearly screwed up in the head, his coldness and refusal are only making me want him more.

So now… I am punishing him.

If being near me is torture, then I’m going to make it an absolute hell.

“Oh-my-god, Cil!” a dull, tanned guy giggles, sliding closer until his skin presses against my side. “You’re drinking ’82 Château? Can I have a few bottles?”

“What for?” I ask, keeping my eyes pinned to Knox’s. I then curl my arm around the gold-digger’s waist and yank him against my body.

Knox’s expression twists with anger for a fraction of a second before he forces his features back into his usual stare.

Well, well, well…

Look who’s getting bothered.

“Hey, Knoxy!” Damián shouts from the end of the bar. He is followed by Alistair and Alexios.

The backup has officially arrived.

The friendly Latino says something that makes the rest of the group chuckle, but the music is so loud that I can’t hear what they’re saying.

Still, I lift my glass of wine toward them in a toast.

Knox rolls his eyes, and that makes me giddy.

Hahaha!

Beautiful.

I should’ve done this sooner.

“Who are you stalking?” a voice asks beside me.

I turn around and see one of my friends, Julian Brown, walking over with surgical tape across the bridge of his nose and two bottles of champagne in hand.

Julian slides into the hot tub right next to me.

A few girls giggle nearby, but he completely ignores them… which, of course, only makes them want him more.

“The fuck happened to your nose?” I ask, eyeing him.

“Deviated septum.”

“That sounds like a Harry Potter spell.”

“It means I couldn’t breathe, asshole,” he laughs, handing me a bottle before tying his brown hair into a ponytail that mirrors my own.

Man, just that single move would’ve made Leo lose his mind. Personally, I don’t mind Julian, but Leo can’t stand the guy.