CRACKED RESTRAINT
1547 Words
KNOX
“What do you mean you don’t care?”
I look away from her, staring straight outside of the window.
I have to make sure I don’t care.
Even if everything in me wanted to put Harold Grant six feet underground for the way he spoke to her.
Even when I wanted to break every bone in his hand for daring to raise it against her.
Especially when watching her stand there, with tears streaming down her face while that bastard called her a harlot, made something feral claw its way up my throat.
I had to stay calm and controlled.
Ivy Lane’s presence keeps doing insane things to me, and I need distance if I’m not going to lose myself completely.
“I mean exactly what I said.”
“How can you—” She shifts in her seat, and I can feel her eyes boring into the side of my face.
She always does this, always looks at me in a way that makes me want to tell her everything.
“How can you embarrass Harold Grant in front of everyone, risk a business deal, turn around and say you don’t care?”
I make the mistake of looking at her.
Those red glossy lips are moving, forming words I’m barely processing because all I can think about is how they’d feel wrapped around my c**k.
How they’d swell from my kisses. How I want to taste every inch of that mouth until she’s gasping my name into my damn throat.
My c**k thickens against my zipper.
Fuck.
I tear my gaze away from her again.
“I’m not having this argument with you, Ivy.” My jaw is clenched so tight, I feel it ache.
“But Knox—”
For f**k’s sake.
“If you don’t give it a rest, I’ll get out of this car and take a taxi.”
That should do it.
And it does.
From the corner of my eye, I see her shrink back against her door, her bottom lip is pressed out in a pout that makes me want to bite it.
At least she’s far now. Far enough that her intoxicating scent of vanilla and cherries can’t f**k with my head.
The rest of the drive home is silent, and dare I say suffocating.
I repeat all the reasons I can’t have her in my head over and over, until it makes enough sense to make my rock hard c**k shrink.
She’s Sierra’s best friend.
She’s off limits.
She’s half my age.
She’s—
Nothing works. Every thought that crosses my mind of why she’s so forbidden makes me want her even more.
I’m a sick f**k, am I not?
The second we pull into the driveway, she’s out of the car like it’s on fire. By the time I step out, she’s already at the front door waiting for me with her hands folded.
Jesus Christ.
I try to walk past her like she isn’t there, but stubborn little Ivy hurries over to my front and blocks my path again.
It’s almost becoming her signature move. I look down at her with a scowl, but it doesn’t deter her one bit.
“We’re not done talking.”
I close my eyes briefly, summoning every ounce of restraint I possess.
When I open my eyes, she’s still there in that sexy red dress that’s tormented me all night. The second she stepped out with it, I wanted to f**k her in the back seat of my car.
I shove my hands deep into my pockets to hide the bulge straining against my pants.
“Move, Ivy.”
“No.”
She crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them up in a way that makes my mouth go dry.
“Why did you help me if you don’t care?”
“You’re my guest.”
Liar.
“Anyone who disrespects you disrespects me.”
Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at me.
“Is that all I am to you? A guest?”
I raise a brow in mock irritation.
“What else would you be?”
She scoffs, the hurt in her eyes makes me swallow hard.
“Was I just your guest when you touched yourself to me? Did you think of me as only a guest when you came to my room?” Her voice drops as she challenges me.
“When you heard me through the wall? I bet you wanted me so badly. You did, didn’t you? That’s why you came to my room. You heard every word and you couldn’t help yourself.”
My mouth feels moist, every word out of her mouth makes it water.
I close the distance between us in two strides, backing her against the nearest couch.
She staggers backwards and falls on the armrest.
“Be very careful how carelessly you utter those words, little Ivy.”
Her breath hitches at the back of her throat, but she doesn’t back down. Those defiant blue eyes of hers stare back at me with equal intensity.
“Or what?”
“Or you might not like what happens next.” I lean closer, allowing my lips to brush the shell of her right ear.
“Don’t forget, you were the one screaming my name. You were the one begging Daddy Knox to f**k you.”
I feel her shiver against me. When she breathes out, it sounds like a f*****g moan that makes my d**k so hard.
“At least I’m not a coward about it,” she whispers.
The nerve of her.
I pull back just enough to look at her face.
“A coward?”
“Yes.” She spits the word back at me.
“A coward who won’t admit he wants…”
“You should be grateful that I haven’t ordered you to get on your knees and choke on my cock.”
Her lips part, her eyes widen in anticipation.
She’s not scared.
She’s turned on.
“But that’s what I want,” she breathes the words out in a whiny plea.
Fuck no.
She can’t just say it out loud like that. She can’t do that to me. I’m trying so hard to keep my hands off her, and she’s just ruining every attempt.
The harder I try to back away, the harder she pushes.
“That’s all I’ve wanted since I got here.” Her words tumble out faster now. She doesn’t want to hold anything back, doesn’t want fear of the unknown to cripple her desire.
“My life is in shambles, Knox. I should be thinking about how to fix everything. I might lose my admission, and if I don’t, I have no idea how I’m going to make up my tuition. Harold Grant is going to make my life a living hell. But when you’re near me, I can’t think about anything except…”
“Stop.”
“…except you. Your hands. Your mouth. The way you looked at me, how you said my name when you…”
“Ivy.”
She jumps from the couch and her fingers grip my collar, fisting the fabric like she’s drowning and I’m air she needs to hold on to, to survive.
“Take me. Just once.” She stares into my eyes.
Every feeling I’ve tried to hide stares back at me.
“Please. Just once, and we’ll never have to do it again. We could get this…this feeling out of our systems and move on. It doesn’t have to be so complicated.”
Every muscle in my body tenses against her hold.
“I’m Sierra’s best friend,” she continues, her voice breaking slightly.
“I know that. And you’re—you’re old enough to be my father. I know that too. But you’re not my father, Knox. And Sierra never has to know. No one has to know. Just once.”
Just once.
I scoff.
As if once would ever be enough.
One taste of her would ruin me forever.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” I tell her, even as my body betrays me and my hands wrap around her waist, pressing her against my chest.
“I want to know, daddy.”
Fucking hell!
My c**k twitches in my pants. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep going like this.
“You’re half of my age.”
“But you want me anyway.”
Christ, she’s right. I want her so badly I can barely breathe.
I want to rip that red dress off her body and f**k her on every couch in this room.
I want to carry her to my bedroom and take her there until the bed smells like her, until every surface in my house is marked with the memory of her. I want to make her scream my name so loud the entire neighborhood hears.
I want—
“Just once,” she whispers again, rising on her tiptoes.
“We never have to do this again.”
I should stop this. Push her away. Walk upstairs and lock myself in my room until this madness passes.
But then her lips crush against mine, and every bit of restraint cracks…and breaks.
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