“Nice and slick,” Knox agreed. “But I want you soaking wet.”

Harper made a sound of annoyance in the back of her throat. “No, you’re just playing ‘let’s torment Harper’ because you’re a sadistic asshole.”

“Who wouldn’t want to play with a pretty little fuck-toy like you?”

Harper gaped. “Bastard.”

He chuckled and took her mouth again. Licked and bit and dominated. Swallowed every moan and relished the tightening of her fist around his cock. “Now we’re both going to finger-fuck your pussy. Don’t come until I tell you.”

Keeping a firm grip on her hand, Knox withdrew both their fingers and then thrust deep. He did it again and again, watching pleasure and desperation play across her face. When her pussy started to heat, he drove a psychic finger inside and upped the pace of his thrusts. He could sense how close she was to the edge; could sense how hard she fought off her orgasm. “Good girl. Come when you’re ready.”

Harper almost sobbed as he forced all three fingers to fuck her with hard, rough digs. She didn’t last long. Pleasure swept over her like a tidal wave, sucking her under and sending her thoughts scattering. She might have sagged against the mattress, but the psychic finger dissolved, causing her pussy to blaze and quake unbearably. “Hurts.”

Knox scraped his teeth over the hollow beneath her ear, where he’d left a small mark that indicated she was anchored, and then spoke into her ear. “Want me to take the pain away, baby?” She only nodded.

Rolling her onto her back, he tugged her down the bed so that her head slid off the pillow. He then eased himself on top of her, giving her his weight, and she wrapped her limbs tight around him. Knox shook his head. “No, baby.” He shackled her wrists. “I want these above your head.” One-handed, he pinned them down on the pillow.

As his free hand cupped the branded globe of her ass and tilted her hips, Harper said, “You like touching that brand while you fuck me, don’t you?”

Mouth curving, he lodged the thick head of his cock in her pussy. “You know I don’t like rhetorical questions.” He slammed home, forcing his way past swollen muscles and shocking the breath from her lungs. Her scorching hot pussy clamped down on him so hard, he ground his teeth against the urge to come right there and then. “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes, Harper curled her legs tighter around him. “I need it hard.”

“Do you now?” Tightening his grip on her wrists, Knox mercilessly fucked in and out of her. He was done teasing her. Didn’t have the control for it. Not while something wild and primal was clawing at him, driving him to plunge deeper, faster, harder. Not while his demon was riding him just as hard, feeding Knox’s hunger with his own carnal greed.

Harper gasped as ice-cold psychic fingers dug into her thighs, hiked them up and then spread them wide, letting Knox slide even deeper and hit some magical spot inside her. “Fuck, Knox, I’m going to come with or without you.”

He bit her lower lip. “Then come.” He pounded harder, his pace furious, and then he watched as her orgasm crashed into her, making her eyes go blind. She screamed as her spine arched like a bow. Knox jammed his cock deep just as her pussy contracted and rippled around him, greedily milking every bit of come from his dick. And then they both collapsed.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Pausing in pulling on a fresh sweater after Asher had spilled milk all over her other one, Harper looked at Knox. “What do you mean, you’re not going to work?”

Leaning his hip against the doorjamb of the closet, Knox said, “I mean, I’m taking the day off. We’re going out. You, me, and Asher.”

“We are? Where?”

“I was thinking we could pyroport to the spot on the Grand Canyon where I taught you to fly. He loved it last time—especially since we both took turns flying him around.”

Harper pursed her lips. They didn’t get enough days out, in her opinion. And it would be good for Asher to leave the estate for a little while. “Sounds good.”

“It does.” Crossing to her, Knox drew her to him and slid his arms around her waist. “How do you feel about getting away from Vegas for a week or so? The three of us need some uninterrupted time together. I was thinking we could take a trip out on the yacht.”

She sighed. “You apologized last night. I accepted your apology.”

“I know you did.”

“Then you also know you don’t need to make it up to me by doing nice stuff or—”

“I want to do things for you. I want to spoil you. I like spoiling you. I don’t get to do it as often as I’d like, because I’m conscious of how awkward it makes you feel.” He was introducing her to the concept, little by little, but Knox suspected that awkwardness would always be there. Since he found it sort of cute, that didn’t bother him in the least. “But this isn’t just about that. The three of us could really use some time and space away from all the shit that’s going on around us.”

Unable to deny that, Harper relented, “Okay. A little break would be nice. But I think Asher would prefer another trip to the island over some time on the yacht.”

Knox traced the brand on her throat was his fingertip. “You’re right, he’ll enjoy the beach. And he likes the nursery we had built for him in the hut.” At Harper’s specifications.

She sighed. “It’s not a hut. It’s a giant beach villa with a thatched roof.”

Knox’s mouth quirked. “Call it whatever you like. Can you be packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning?”

“So soon?”

“Like I said, we need the time and space away.”

“Tomorrow morning’s good with me. But since you’ll be taking some time off work for a vacation, you really don’t need to stay home today.”

“I know. I want to stay home.” Not only because they needed quality time together, but because he needed her to be in easy reach for a little while so that he could touch her whenever he liked. After what happened, Knox didn’t want her out of his sight. He wasn’t leaving her side until the fear that had struck him last night had completely faded. If that made him irrational, so be it.

They’d spent much of the night talking and fucking, enjoying some alone time. When Asher woke at six in the morning, they brought him into their room and let him play on their bed while they watched TV. It had been peaceful. Normal. They didn’t get much “normal” these days. Which was why Knox then said … “Later, you and I are going out for dinner.”

She lifted a brow. “Is that a fact?”

Mouth twitching at her haughty tone, Knox kissed her. “I’ll rephrase. I’d like to take you out to dinner later. Does that work for you?”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“I’ll hound you until you agree.”

Harper snorted. She didn’t doubt that he would. “Where do you want to go?”

“You choose.”

Harper leaned back a little to study him, narrowing her eyes. “You, a total control freak, want me to choose? I think the last time you did that was when I was pregnant. You’d messed up then too. Knox, I told you, you don’t need to do nice things for me—your apology has been accepted.”

“And I told you that I want to do things for you, so suck it up.” Before she could chew a chunk out of his ass for that remark, he kissed her. Took her mouth, pouring that consuming and overpowering emotion he felt for her right down her throat. Moaning, she melted against him, and something in him settled. Just as he pulled back, Larkin’s mind touched his.

Knox, we need to talk, the harpy told him. I’m in the living room when you’re ready.

We’ll be right down. Cupping Harper’s hips, Knox said, “Larkin’s here. She no doubt wants to check on you. I assured her that you were fine earlier this morning by telepathy, but she’ll naturally want to see that for herself.”