CHAPTER 003
1009 Words
PRISCILLA
His hotel room smelled exactly like him.
I don’t remember the car ride. I barely remember saying yes. All I knew was that the second the door clicked shut behind us, Knox Ryder looked at me like I was something he’d been hunting for weeks.
He still hadn’t taken off my mask.
I stood in the middle of the room, heart slamming against my ribs. This was reckless. This was stupid.
Knox crossed the space slowly. Each step made the air thicker. He stopped a breath away, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his chest.
“Are you sure you want to keep the mask on?” he asked, voice low and rough. His fingers brushed the edge of the lace along my cheekbone.
A shiver rolled down my spine. I nodded.
He smiled, that same crooked, dangerous smile from the alley, and then he kissed me.
Slow at first.
Like he was tasting something he wanted to savor.
He stops.
"You never told me your name."
"Alicia." I lied.
Then his mouth moved over mine, unhurried, coaxing my lips apart until I gasped.
His tongue slid against mine and the world narrowed to the wet heat of him, the faint taste of whiskey, the way his hand cupped the back of my neck like I might disappear if he let go.
I melted.
My hands fisted in his shirt. I kissed him back harder, clumsier, desperate.
I had never been kissed like this, like I was something worth devouring slowly.
Knox made a low sound in his throat and walked me backward until my spine hit the wall.
He pressed one thick thigh between my legs, the denim of his jeans dragging against my bare skin, and I whimpered into his mouth.
That sound seemed to snap something in him.
His hands were everywhere, sliding under the hoodie, shoving it up and over my head in one rough motion.
The sequin dress followed. Cool air hit my skin and then his mouth was on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched against him, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“f**k, you taste good,” he growled against my throat.
He dropped to his knees.
I barely had time to gasp before he hooked my thigh over his shoulder and put his mouth on me.
Hot. Wet. Relentless. His tongue circled my c**t and my knees buckled. I cried out, one hand slapping the wall, the other fisting his dark hair.
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and f****d me with his tongue like he’d been starving for it.
My hips rocked against his face on instinct. I had never felt anything like this, sharp, overwhelming pleasure that built so fast I couldn’t breathe.
“Knox— I—I’ve never—”
The words slipped out, shaky and honest.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me. Those black eyes were blown wide, lips shiny with my wetness.
Something possessive flashed across his face. “Good.”
He stood, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bed.
He laid me down gently, almost tenderly, then stripped off his own shirt and jeans in seconds.
I had never seen a man this beautiful. Broad shoulders, cut abs, the V of muscle disappearing into black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was.
When he shoved his briefs down, my mouth went dry.
He crawled over me, caging me between his arms.
“Still want this?”
I nodded so fast it made me dizzy. “Please.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, letting me taste myself on his tongue while one hand slid between my legs.
Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching, curling, finding a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned into his mouth, legs falling open wider.
When he finally lined himself up, he paused, forehead pressed to mine. “Breathe for me.”
I did.
He pushed in, slow, careful, inch by inch, until the stretch burned and then melted into something so full I couldn’t think.
A broken sound tore out of me. He stilled, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against my neck.
“f**k,” he groaned. “So tight. So f*****g perfect.”
He started moving.
At first it was gentle, long, deep strokes that made me whimper and clutch at his back.
Then the pace quickened. Harder. Deeper. The headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm with his hips.
Every thrust dragged that piercing against a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my back arch clean off the bed.
I was loud. I couldn’t help it. I cried out while he f****d me into the mattress, one hand pinning my wrist above my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“Come for me,” he rasped against my ear. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
I clenched around him, shaking, sobbing his name as wave after wave crashed over me.
Knox cursed, pulling out, and came with a guttural groan.
We stayed still, panting, slick with sweat
He brushed a strand of hair from my mask with surprising gentleness. “Stay the night, Alicia.”
I just nodded, boneless and ruined and already craving more.
For the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about Andrew.
I was only thinking about the man still inside me… and how badly I wanted him to do those things to me again before morning.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I reached for it lazily.
*Dear Priscilla Connell,
Congratulations! After reviewing your application materials, athletic background, and demonstrated potential, we are pleased to offer you a spot on the Silverblade University Men’s Hockey Team roster for the upcoming season.
Please confirm your acceptance by replying to this email or contacting Coach Harlan directly. We look forward to welcoming you to the team.
Sincerely,
Silverblade University
Ice Hockey Department*
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