Page 98 of The Space Between Heartbeats
“What?”
“Now.” His hand found mine, pulling me away from the bar before I could protest.
What the hell was I doing? This was Knox…He hated me and I didn’t like him very much either. Why was I not stopping this?
He led me down a hallway past the bathrooms, through a door marked Staff Only, into a packed storage room. The second the door closed behind us, he was on me.
His lips crashed into mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I kissed him back just as hard, all the months of tension finally breaking. He groaned against me, the sound so erotic that my knees were weak. His hands were everywhere, fisting my hair, gripping my waist, sliding up my thigh under my dress.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my mouth. “I hate you so much.”
“Good.” I bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. “I hate you too.”
He spun me around, pressing the front of my body against the cold wall, his body caging me in from behind. He yanked my dress up until it bunched at my hips, then slid his hand between my legs.
“Knox.” I gasped his name.
“You’re soaking wet,” he growled in my ear. “All that attitude, all that fight, and you’re still fucking dripping for me.”
“Shut up.” I pressed back against him, grinding against his hand. His fingers slipped inside my underwear and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. It was loud, I knew it, but it came from somewhere deep within me. He covered my mouth with his other hand.
“Stay quiet. Unless you want everyone to hear what a desperate little slut you are for someone you claim to hate.”
I bit his palm in response and he groaned, his fingers moving faster. The angle was rough, almost painful, but I was so close already it didn’t matter.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers thinking about how much you hate me,” he breathed against my ear. “And then you’re gonna go back out there and sit next to my brother and pretend this never happened, aren’t you, Thorne?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
“Say you hate me.” His fingers curled inside me, hitting the exact right spot, and I bit down on his palm to keep from crying out. “Fucking say it.”
“I hate you,” I gasped against his hand. “I hate you so much.”
“Good girl.” His thumb found my clit, circling tighter, faster. God, I was so close. “Hate me while you come all over my hand like the hypocrite you are.”
My legs started shaking. I was going to come. Knox Aldrich was going to make me come.
“You know what?” he growled against my ear. “You don’t deserve to come.”
And just like that, he pulled his hand away, that mask of anger sliding back into place.
“What?” I asked, panting, almost in tears.
He stepped back, putting distance between us, and adjusting his cock through his pants. “You heard me, Thorne. You’re greedy little cunt doesn’t get to come on my hands. Not tonight. Not ever.”
“You’re such an asshole.” My voice shook with fury and unsatisfied need.
“And you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she can have whatever she wants. But this? Me? You can beg all you want and you can’t have it.” He slips his two fingers into his mouth, sucking crudely. “Fucking shame too, princess, because you taste delicious.”
Humiliation burned through me like acid. Tears pricked at my eyes. Tears from anger, from frustration, from the way I let him use me and treat me like shit. “Fuck you, Knox.”
“Not tonight.” He straightened his shirt, completely composed now like the past five minutes didn’t happen. Like he didn’t just have his fingers inside me. “Maybe never. I haven’t decided yet if you’re worth the trouble.”
I wanted to slap him, or scream, or slide my underwear off and finish what he started just to prove I didn’t need him. Instead, I shoved past him toward the door.
“Don’t fucking talk to me ever again.”
I stumbled into the hallway, vision blurry, trying to get myself together before someone saw me like this. I only made it a few steps before I ran smack into Owen.
