He leaned his weight against her, making her feel crowded and overpowered, knowing she loved it. Knowing she even needed that bit of dominance, despite her defiant nature. He shoved his knee between her legs and pushed them apart. “Keep your palms flat on the wall, Harper.” He slowly drew his finger down the column of her throat, between her breasts, along her stomach, but then veered down her inner thigh. She made a sound of frustration in the back of her throat. “What is it, baby?”

“Can we skip the you-getting-me-so-wet-I-can’t-take-it part and just get straight to the fucking?”

His eyes slammed on hers, glittering with a need that matched her own. “No.”

Yeah, she’d figured he’d say that. Harper watched as he continued to trace her with his fingers and tongue. She’d never get used to how his eyes roamed over her that way; it was the kind of appraisal one would give a rare, treasured artifact. No matter how rough or curt he was, she never felt anything but adored.

Taking in the sight of the little bites on her skin, pure masculine satisfaction welled up inside Knox. Never in his life had he or the entity been possessive of a partner—hell, another person—until Harper strolled into his office and turned his life upside fucking down. Knox sank his teeth into the side of her breast, renewing a fading mark. Honestly, he was as bad as his demon when it came to leaving marks of possession on her. He fucking loved her body. He knew every line, every curve, every dip, every sensitive spot. Knew how to drive her to a fever pitch of need. And that was exactly what he proceeded to do.

He relished every sigh, moan, and gasp as he mercilessly toyed with her body; licking over the thorny brand on her neck, tugging on her nipple ring, tracing the brand circling her breast with his tongue, twisting and plucking her nipples, and drawing as much of her creamy breasts into his mouth as he could get. All the while, he ground his cock against her clit, tormenting her with what she couldn’t yet have.

“I can’t possibly get any wetter at this point!” she burst out, nipples tight and tingly from the overwhelming attention he was lavishing them with. Her clit and pussy throbbed, wanting the same damn attention. But he was being an asshole.

“Is that so?”

Harper gasped as icy fingers softly scraped over the swollen lips of her pussy. His psychic fingers—despite being so cold—gave off pure heat and made every nerve ending feel so electric she felt like sobbing. “Don’t believe me? See for yourself.”

Mouth curving at the dare, Knox dipped his finger inside her, almost groaning as her pussy, slick and inferno hot, clasped his finger tight. “Oh, you’re wet all right. But I’ve had wetter.”

Her mouth dropped open, but he just smirked. “If you’re referring to any pussy than mine—”

“Mine, Harper. Not yours. This belongs solely to me.” He thrust his finger deep and scooped out some of her cream to spread it over her clit. “Doesn’t it?”

“Well—” A breath hissed out of her as he spanked her pussy.

“Doesn’t it?”

“Yes, asshole, it does.” She gasped as he trapped her clit between two of his fingers and gave it a gentle, delicious squeeze. “I take the asshole part back.”

Knox chuckled. “Good of you.” She made him think of a hissing, spitting kitten when she was annoyed, and he couldn’t help but find it cute. Of course, he’d never tell her that. He liked his balls exactly where they were.

Harper closed her eyes as his fingers glided forwards and backwards, stroking both sides of her clit. But then two icy psychic fingers shoved deep into her pussy, and her eyes snapped open. “Fuck.”

The strange heat that came from those shockingly cold fingers made her pussy flame and throb. Every thrust of his psychic fingers only made her burn hotter and coil tighter until she was so damn needy she couldn’t stand it. Her sizzling nerve endings were so alive they fairly buzzed.

Knox bit her lower lip. “No one else can do what I do to you,” he said, voice thickly possessive. “No one.”

He was right, thought Harper. Not only because he was literally the only person who could take the burning ache away once he’d put it there, but because no one else could ever compare to him. From the first night, he’d become her sexual benchmark that would be impossible to meet. Everyone else would fall short.

Feeling her orgasm creep up on her, she warned, “I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet you’re not.”

A sob caught in her throat as the psychic fingers dissipated inside her, leaving her inner walls tingling. “Knox—” He smoothly hoisted her up and dropped her on his cock, shocking the breath out of her. Harper’s hands flew to his arms, nails digging deep. Thick and hard and long, his cock filled and stretched her pussy until it burned. Her tingling walls were so hypersensitive from the psychic fingers, she could feel every ridge and vein, and it was almost uncomfortable to take him.

“Palms flat on the wall, Harper,” Knox ordered, voice guttural. Instead, she dug her nails deeper into his arms. He delivered a sharp slap to her ass. “Palms flat on the fucking wall.” Her pussy—tight, slick, and scorching hot—quaked around his cock and soaked him in a rush of cream. He clenched his teeth, silently cursing. “Now, Harper.”

Hissing, she slapped her palms on the wall at her back, eyes shooting fire. “There, asshole. You happy now?”

“Elated.” He cupped her ass and spread the globes enough for it to sting just a little. She liked a bit of pain with her pleasure, and Knox knew exactly what line she rode between the two. “Now you get fucked.”

He punched his hips hard, slamming into her tight pussy over and over. It was like burying himself in silken fire, and he loved every goddamn second of it. Loved feeling her slick inner walls squeeze and flutter around him. “I’ll never get enough of this pussy. My pussy. Who owns you, Harper?”

“You,” she rasped, too desperate to come to challenge him on that.

“Yes. Me.” His demon rushed to the surface, chilling the air. “And me,” it said. Then it was furiously powering into her.

“Fuck,” hissed Harper. The demon was so much rougher than Knox. Gave her no reprieve or mercy, just jackhammered into her like it was trying to punch a hole through her back or something.

Still slamming deep, it shoved its finger into her mouth. “Suck.”

She hesitated, because she knew where that finger would then go.

“Suck. It can go in wet or it can go in dry—make your choice.”

Motherfucker. Harper sucked on the digit. Sure enough, the wet finger sank into her ass. No probing. No preamble. The demon just pushed it knuckle-deep. And then it was kissing her—no, ravishing her mouth, taking complete possession of it.

She felt the change in Knox’s body—the kiss was no longer quite so bruising, and his thrusts lost their aggressive edge—and she knew the demon had retreated. Knox didn’t withdraw his finger from her ass, though. No, he began to add another. Bastard. “Don’t, or I’ll come.” The sting would throw her over—she knew it, he knew it.

“You’ll fight it.”

She shook her head. “Can’t.”

“You will.” Knox shoved the second finger inside her ass and upped the pace of his thrusts, driving deeper. The hot clasp of her pussy, the little moans she made, the scent of her need, the sway of her tits, the feel of her ass squeezing his fingers … He growled. “Wrap me up tight, baby.” The moment she locked her arms and legs securely around him, he leaned into her so that he hit her clit with each brutal thrust. “Fucking come. Let me feel … that’s it.”

White-hot pleasure violently whipped through her, making her eyes go blind, her mouth open in a silent scream, and her pussy spasm and clamp around his cock. Biting out a harsh curse, he swelled even thicker inside her as he brutally shoved himself deep and exploded. Every hot splash of his come soaked her quaking walls. And Harper just lost every ounce of her strength.