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.”