“Not good enough.”
He pulls his hand back, the loss of contact sharp and punishing. I whimper, desperate, pushing back against nothing, feeling empty in every way that matters.
“Beg for it, Red.”
“Knox… please.”
His body shifts closer, his c**k hard against my thigh, but he doesn’t move to ease himself inside me. He stays right there, making sure I feel how ready he is, how much control he’s choosing to keep.
“I know you can do better than that,” he growls against my skin. “You’re gonna beg properly, or you’re getting nothing.”
I sob once, forcing the words past my lips. “Please, Knox. Please touch me.”
“That’s a start.” His hand slides back between my thighs, two fingers stroking over my c**t just enough to make my hips jerk. “What do you need, Red? Tell me.”
“I need you to make m
