“Aria is durable because she and I share the body and strengthen each other. Are you fireproofed like this room?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Aria.” He dropped to his knees as he lifted my leg over his shoulder and ran his tongue through the need that covered my cunt for him. He growled, and I dripped even more, unable to stop my response to the noises he made as he devoured me.
His mouth licked through my core, and I moaned, slipping my hands through his hair as he lapped greedily against my pussy. Knox was voracious in his need to fuck me. He didn’t play with my sex. He pushed me up, forcing me to hold on to his hair as he lifted me against the wall. My legs were around his neck as he pushed his tongue deep into my body. Everything within me unfurled, my hands ignited, and he smiled against my sex as the fire burning in my eyes reflected in his.
He gave no mercy, not even when the orgasm exploded through me violently, causing me to scream. He ignored me, continuing to fuck me with his mouth, uncaring that I’d finished several times. Instead, Knox’s tongue grew within my body, and I whimpered his name, shocked at the way it licked my insides, hitting nerve endings that had never been touched before. He fucking destroyed me until my hands tightened on his shoulders, releasing his hair. Everything within me was firing into an inferno as I pushed my core against his heated kiss, coming undone for him.
Knox chuckled darkly against my sex as he sucked it clean before letting my body slide down, and then pushed his swollen cock into me. His hips moved relentlessly, slamming against mine hard as my ass pounded against the glass painfully, his gaze never leaving mine. He didn’t stop, not until I was rocking against him, whimpering his name as my body clenched tightly against his.
He set me down and turned me around, pushing my head against the glass. I leaned against its coolness as his hands slid around the inside of my thighs, lifting my ass as he stretched me apart painfully. My head rested against the glass wall as he began hammering into my body in a forceful thrust that had me whimpering and uttering his name as if he was salvation, and I desperately needed saving.
I came, repeatedly, as he hit the spot within me that created a dangerous storm that erupted, sending tears running down my face. He paused, turning me over to look at him before he shoved me to my knees. His cock rubbed against my lips, and I peered up, knowing he craved eye contact, and then I took him deep into my throat, all the way. I worked his cock, noting every single article Aria had read in her magazines. I used every tongue swivel and twirl it said men loved until he was leaning against the glass for support, watching me as I fucked his world, turning it upside down. His hands pulled on my hair, and he forced me backward on my knees toward the rack until he pulled me up, running his thumb over my lip with heat banked in his fiery depths.
“Get on the bed, and give me that pretty ass, little girl.”
“I wasn’t done sucking your cock.”
“You are for now. Don’t worry, little one. You can suck me off as often as you want, with how pretty you look when those lips are around me as I fuck that tight throat, I’ll let you do it often.”
He flipped me over, touching me without hesitation as he lifted my hips, pushing into my body in a swift thrust. I bounced forward, my hips slammed against the metal, and I cried out as he adjusted me until only my hands touched the bed, forcing me to hold myself upright against it in the air. He held my hips as I dangled, using my body to maneuver me as he fucked me. He didn’t hold back. Instead, he went fast and hard until he roared when he came, and I smirked, using my body to drain him until he sagged and purred loudly.
Knox set me down, and I purred, turning around as he watched me through narrowed eyes. I moved over the metal frame, rolling onto my side, sated and exhausted.
“Maybe you’d be an okay mate; you know how to calm my mind. Maybe someday you’ll let me calm your demons.”
“You don’t want to play with my demons, Aria. Sleep; tomorrow, you learn how to shield the world from that fire you wield. The sooner you learn to control it, the sooner you can get the fuck out of my house and away from me, so I don’t fucking hurt you.”
Chapter 37
Aria
My eyes opened slowly, gaining focus after clearing the sleep from them. I was inside a room made of glass. There were char marks on the glass, and other stuff I didn’t want to even take a guess at what it was or had been. I sniffed the air, noting the room smelled like Knox. My body ached, but the worst of the pain seemed to be centered between my thighs, ass, and throat. My hand lifted, touching my swollen lips. I lowered my hand, lifting my head as I took in the red marks that covered my hips, breasts, and naked flesh. How the hell was I alive? I’d been blown up with a bomb, hadn’t I?
Turning over, I stared at the smug look on Knox’s face, lowering my gaze to the thick cock he leisurely stroked. Frowning deeply, I brought my gaze back to his and opened my mouth, but the swelling in my throat was too much, and nothing other than a groan escaped. I sat up, looking around the room that held metal…well, everything. The water fountain caught my eye, and I stood, whimpering as the swollen flesh between my legs screamed with the movement.
I waddled to the fountain, moving my hair away from my face before bending down to drink the blessed water. Exhaling, I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, turning to glare at Knox; he’d rolled onto his back, continuing to stroke the monstrosity between his legs, as if he expected something.
“Climb on, it won’t fuck itself,” he growled huskily, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as his thumb rubbed a bead of come over the rounded top.
“What the fuck, Knox? Why are you naked? Why am I naked? Stop touching that thing, for fuck’s sake, Jesus. Put it away, asshole.” I looked around for somewhere to sit that didn’t have a naked Knox on it but found nothing. “What the hell happened?”
His head lifted, and he watched me as I moved back to the bed slowly. “Aria?”
“Who the fuck else would it be?”
“Climb on my dick,” he demanded huskily, letting his gaze drift down my naked body.
“Fuck you, asshole. Fuck it yourself! I told you to stay the fuck away from me!” I sat on the edge of the bed carefully, giving him my back as I groaned as every part of me screamed in pain.
“Fucking hell,” he grumbled, staring at me as I took in my war wounds.
My hand lifted to my shoulder, which burned in red-hot pain. “Did you fucking bite me?” I whimpered as my fingers skimmed over raw flesh. “Dick move.”
He sat up, turning to look at me as he stretched like a lion waking up from feasting on a kill. He stood slowly, moving around the bed until he was in front of me, smirking as his dick pointed right at my face.
“Sore?”
“Why am I so sore?”
“Because I fucked you every which way but the right way, Aria.” His dark rumble made me frown as I wiped the sleep from my vision.
“As if, prick, you kicked me out of here, so why the fuck am I here with you? How am I alive?” I lifted my gaze to hold his, watching as his mouth curved into a smile. “I deflected a bomb, and should be dead.” I felt like he’d fucked me, and worse, I felt like he’d been in me enough to imprint his name on my insides. I didn’t remember it, luckily. Deniability was everything if you couldn’t remember it, right? Heat infused in my cheeks as I groaned.
“You survived.” He watched me as he knelt down, reaching for my face.
“You keep your penis flavored hands to yourself, asshole. Why does my throat hurt?”
“Because I fucked it,” he chuckled darkly as his thumb brushed over my lip.
“Pretty sure that thing wouldn’t fit past my lips.”
“Oh, trust me, it did, and you took all of it like a bitch in heat down that tight, greedy throat.” His eyes burned with heat as he studied me, smiling like he had jokes. “It has been an entire week since you stood in front of the bomb. You’ve been recovering here.”
“Recovering on what, your dick?”
/> “You don’t remember?” he asked, studying me through narrowed eyes.
“I remember you being a fucking bastard to me after you fucked me, and then threatening to hunt us down. I also remember the bomb, and then I remember hearing screaming, but after that, everything goes dark. Everything just vanishes, which I’m guessing is because I got blown up. I remember pain, like I was fusing together with the concrete. Then everything disappears until I wake up here, with you telling me to ride your worthless cock, which isn’t fucking happening, prick.”
“You remember nothing after that?” he asked cautiously, as if he didn’t like the answers I was giving him. His hands moved before I could deflect them, cradling my face as he examined me.
“Let me go, Knox.”
His hands dropped, and I watched as he moved across the room, his perfect ass flexed with every step he took. We were both naked, and I was swollen. No, swollen didn’t cut it. It hurt to sit, and worse, every single part of me ached.
“Knox, why does my ass hurt?” I asked, and he replied by chuckling. “You are a bastard. Was I even awake when you fucked me?”
“You were more than willing to take me anywhere I wanted to go, Aria.”
My scalp ached as if he’d tried ripping my hair out from my head. My shoulder burned, and the raw skin was angry and red. I had bruises on my wrist and thighs, and my sex was bright red, swollen, and leaking his come, as if we’d had sex not too long ago. Tears filled my eyes, and my chest burned with denial.
“I’m losing my mind, right? I’m going crazy.” My head dropped into my hands, and I exhaled slowly.
“Your other half made an appearance, and she’s rather…wild and primal.”
“Then you know what the hell I am?” I asked carefully, standing up as he pushed his legs into gray sweatpants and turned around, throwing me a smaller pair.
“We don’t know, only that your mind changed along with a few other tiny details.” He stared at my battered body with masculine pride burning in his gaze, which only pissed me off more.
“Did you maybe stop to think you should cease fucking me? That maybe I wasn’t a willing participant after what you did to me?”
“You begged me to fuck you. You taunted me, pushing your dripping cunt in my face, and you screamed for me, Aria. You fucking roared your approval as I fucked every single inch of your perfect fucking body.”
“Not me, Knox. I hate you.”
“Yeah, but that naughty little creature inside of you likes what I do to her. She purrs for me, Aria. She comes on my cock and fucking roars in the most visceral, unabashed way that a woman can. Whatever is within you, she’s wild and doesn’t live by your rules.”
I snorted before crossing my arms over the teeth marks that marred my nipples. “I thought that was why you didn’t like witches, because we fuck with wild abandonment?”
His eyes darkened at my words, but I didn’t back down. “I’d be careful with the next words to leave your pretty fuckable lips, Aria. You won’t like pissing me off.”
“What else can you do to me, Knox? You’ve taken everything I’ve done and thrown it in my face. You threw me out of your room after you fucked me like I’m nothing but a whore who you wanted gone the moment you had finished. Then you fuck me while I don’t even realize it is happening? Throw me around? Treat me like I’m fucking dirt that you can’t scrape off your boot fast enough? What? What the fuck can you possibly do me that you haven’t already done?” Tears slipped from my eyes, and I hugged myself, turning away from him.
Power erupted in the room, lethal power that promised death. My head turned, staring at Knox as he moved toward me. I was picked up and slammed on the bed, gasping as the air whooshed from my lungs. He didn’t speak right away, and when he did, it wasn’t right.
“I can twist your fucking head off your shoulders, witch. I can destroy you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine. You think I raped you? I wasn’t the one sticking my gushing cunt up and begging to be mounted like a bitch in heat. You sucked my dick, not because I wanted you to, but because that thing asleep inside of you decided she wanted it. You don’t get to make me into the villain here, Aria. You want to fucking hate me? Good, I fucking hate you too. You think I care? I don’t. Your kind are murderous whores who take what they want, and when they don’t get it? They fucking murder anyone not strong enough to survive their magic. You, you can get the fuck out of my sight, you needy little bitch.”
I stared at him, shaking my head. “Fuck you, Knox,” I whispered brokenly.
“No, Aria, I’ve had enough of you in this last week that I won’t need to fuck you again. You’re just like the other witches, weak, needy, and miserable right down to your corruptible black heart. Cover your tits, and get the fuck out my sight, little girl.” His gaze slid over me with disdain, and something inside of me closed down, feeling as if he thought me nothing but a whore because of what had happened without my knowledge.
I stared at him, shaking my head. “I’m not a whore, Knox.”
His eyes widened, and he shook his head, snorting before he placed his hands on his tapered hips and smiled coldly. “Not yet, you’re not, but give it time, Aria.”
“I wish I had never met you.”
“The feeling is mutual, I assure you,” he said, retrieving a shirt and throwing it at me.
I slipped it over my head and then was slammed against the wall before I’d finished getting it on. His mouth pushed against mine through the shirt, holding me by the throat as he growled loudly. I didn’t make a sound. He pushed against my throat harder, shoving his fingers against my sore flesh to steal a cry from my lips before he chuckled.
“You should have left town when I gave you the chance, Aria Primrose,” he hissed, pushing harder until the air refused to enter my throat. His head rested against mine, and his chest rattled, but mine didn’t answer him in return. His hand released me, and I slid down the wall, gasping for air past the pressure he’d placed on my already swollen throat. I trembled, not bothering to fix the shirt as it hid the tears from the fear that had flooded me.
His feet padded across the floor, and something beeped, and the sound of glass doors sliding open and closing filled the room. I didn’t move, couldn’t move as a violent tremor rushed through me. I felt boneless, and worse, I felt him in my body and knew he’d left more than a mark on my flesh. He’d written his name within me, marking me on a visceral level that wouldn’t ever be erased, no matter how much I wished it otherwise.
Slowly, I pushed myself up the wall and slipped the shirt over my head. Wiping the tears away, I looked at the open elevator and started toward it at a run, slamming my hands on the buttons until the doors closed, and I exhaled a shuddered breath. The moment they opened, I was heading toward the front door, the same as I had after he’d taken my virginity.
Greer watched me approaching as Brander moved to the door, holding it open before Greer could react. His eyes took in the tears and what I was sure were red marks covering my throat before he stepped back and watched me escape as if the devil himself were on my heels. The House of Magic was lit up, and in the dark of night, I cried as I barreled toward the protection it would offer me.
Chapter 38
When I burst through the door, Aurora turned, staring at me with wide eyes. The moment I saw her, my silent tears became giant sobs as she rushed to where I stood, pulling me into her arms. Her soothing noises offered comfort as she patted my head, holding me even as I dropped to the floor. I felt other hands touching me; my sisters moved in close, dropping to their knees as they tried to soothe the ache in my soul. It wasn’t pain; it was something deeper. He’d broken something within me, and it hurt on a different level than I could comprehend.
“You’re home now,” Aurora whispered, running her fingers through my silver hair. “You’re safe, Aria. Nothing can hurt you here.”
“I’m losing my mind. There’s something inside of me; I can feel it.”
“We know, but we don’t know w
hat it is yet; no one does.” She cradled my face between her hands to wipe away my tears. “My sweet Aria, we have always known you carried something else inside of you. It’s a part of you, and whatever it is, we will deal with it.”
“When did you get here?” I asked, pulling back as a smile curved her full lips.
Aurora looked to be in her early thirties, but then she’d looked that age ever since I could remember. Witches from the Hecate line stopped aging at twenty-five, and while it was a blessing, it also made it hard to judge our ages. No one wanted to listen to a younger woman for advice, especially on the council.
Soft turquoise eyes watched me, frowning as she took in the mark on my throat, touching it as her magic pushed through me. She healed my neck, but there was concern marring her face. Her blond hair was held in a braid and pinned in a bun to the top of her head, while fine strands framed her ageless face. This woman had been my mother. Unlike the others, who had Freya’s undivided attention when she was here, I’d had Aurora’s.
“I used magic to sell the house to a gentleman who could afford it but tried to argue the price. He offered me ten times what it was worth. How could I refuse him? I had everything packed, and when Sabine told me what had happened to you, we came.”
“I’m glad you’re here. We need you,” I admitted, exhaling.
“The house is blessed once more, and the skeletal remains of my father are in the correct order. It appears someone moved one of the smaller bones, making it hard to determine which bone had been removed. The house itself is still acting peculiar, but working.”
“Amara?”
“It appears so, since the bone wasn’t taken from the altar, and instead placed elsewhere. Anyone else wouldn’t have cared if it was ever replaced.”
“Do you think she did this? These crimes are bad,” I swallowed, hating the tightening in my throat that burned with the words. I hadn’t wanted to believe it, but everything stacked together looked really bad.
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