The Traitor: (An Underground Bad Boys Romance Book 2)

by Kells, India

  Knox’s tongue laved her, making her squirm until his lips latched onto her clit. He sucked and moaned, the vibrations shattering the last remnants of her control, engulfing her in a powerful orgasm.

  Knox soon followed; his roar muffled by her flesh. Despite his own rapture, Knox pushed her sensitized sex into a second orgasm that was a mix of pleasure laced with pain. It felt like an act of submission on her part as he took control of her body.

  The room swaying around her, Gage helped her slide to the floor. Without a word, the men followed her, Gage cuddling her from the front, and Knox, cradling her body from behind, murmuring sweet nonsense in her ear as her body relaxed and they were lulled into sleep in front of the fire.

  Chapter 11

  Knox cursed as he worked under the bloody truck. The part he’d ordered for Mr. Holmes truck had arrived that morning but trying to remove the old one from the heap of rust was a challenge. Even more so as images of the weekend continuously popped in his mind, distracting him from the task at hand.

  He should have a smile on his face, but instead, all he felt was frustration which made him hit the rusted rod even harder, causing his arm to sing with pain.

  Throwing his wrench on the ground with way more force than was necessary, he climbed up from the pit. He needed to calm down. The work didn’t require brute strength or impatience and he knew it. Wiping his hands on his pants, he went to his office and closed the door, shutting out the noises from the work being done throughout the shop, and making sure nobody would bother him until he could let off the steam that was bothering him.

  Unfortunately, once he was seated behind his desk, he felt even more restless.

  Pulling out the file Josie had prepared for him with all the invoices properly stacked and the payment amounts on a separate spreadsheet, he started to go through them. Josie had embraced the technology and Knox knew he didn’t have to enter anything, everything was perfect in the system. Everything was so fucking perfect. So why did he want to shred every piece of paper in front of him?

  His business was successful, he had a nice house, all the peace and quiet he longed for, and was enjoying mind-blowing fucks. What was wrong with him?

  It was as if his skin was too tight and he couldn’t find any peace. And that was because of Josie. After the weekend, he should have felt some sort of satisfaction and detachment as he always did. Instead, he envisioned every wall as a punching bag. It was the obvious consequence of being celibate for way too long. All that pent-up lust had become a problem, and now it was messing with his mind. Straddling the edge of his self-control hadn’t occurred in a long time, and never resulted in anything good when it did happen.

  He rolled his shoulders in an effort to ease the tension. It was the first time since he’d moved to Landston he wished he could let loose, wander the streets in search of a fight, and let his fists do the talking until the simmering emotions inside him were back under control.

  An idea popped into his brain. The closest city was only two hours away. He knew some people there, most of whom were neutral in the underground, and not in direct contact with anybody that might bring bad luck to his new life.

  Booze, fights, and women, in whatever order he could get them might be the solution. He was expecting way too much from fucking Josie, even if technically he hadn’t done it yet.

  He knew she was dangerous, and had to dilute the image of the wholesome, sexy, curvy woman with others. A lot of others. That idea felt more and more like the only solution before he did something he might regret. He had enough of those.

  Shedding his work clothes, he was looking around for his cell when someone knocked on his door. Whoever it was, Knox wasn’t about to answer. He had no intention of being civil and if it was Gage, there was no way he wouldn’t punch him.

  Thinking about it, he wrote a quick note for him to keep an eye on things while he was gone.

  The person behind that door didn’t take the hint and tried the doorknob. Knox cursed when it opened to Josie, who had a worried look on her face.

  “Hey! Sorry to bother you, but Gage and the boys went to the diner for lunch and told me to call them if we wanted them to bring something back.”

  Making sure not to glance at her, he forced himself not to snap his reply. “No, thanks. I’m just heading out. I’ve left a note for Gage and the guys.”

  He should have known that Josie wouldn’t let it go that easily. “How long will you be gone?”

  “A couple of days.”

  Knox could see the shocked look on her face at his announcement but decided to ignore it. He sidestepped to pass her, and she blocked him, even worse, reached out to touch his arm. Knox snarled, avoiding her touch. “Let me pass, Josie. I told you, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

  “Has something happened?”

  Even if deep down it wasn’t what he wanted, his frustrations and darkness exploded at her words. “Get the fuck out of my way!” He punched the wall beside him hard enough to have shrapnel from the sheetrock flying, but not enough to feel the pain that might steady him.

  Josie jumped in surprise but didn’t move. He thought she’d cower away and certainly wasn’t expecting her to take a stand. She may have doubted her own sex appeal and worth because of her no-good husband, but she certainly wasn’t afraid of him.

  “Don’t shout at me! I’m worried about you! What’s going on?”

  Knox hissed, running his hands through his hair. “Stop. Just stop, Josie. Stay away from me for a bit, okay? I don’t feel gentle right now and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He expected his growl to keep her at bay, to understand the situation she was in, but it seemed Josie wasn’t convinced. Once more she reached for him in what he thought was intended to be a comforting gesture, but when her hands grabbed his t-shirt to bring him down to her and she took his mouth, Knox knew she’d unwittingly uncaged the beast.

  All logic and civility vanished as he tore at her clothes. The ripping sound made him even more ravenous for the smell and taste of her skin. There were no kind or reassuring words coming from his mouth, only harsh breathing and a low growl.

  Her clothes turned to ribbons and fell to the floor, and Knox realized she was tearing at his clothes too. He had no idea how he finished getting naked and didn’t care. In the eye of this tornado of pain and lust he only saw her. Josie.

  His mouth was bruising when he captured her lips, so were his hands when he squeezed her breasts. Still, her body undulated against him, her hands gripped him tightly.

  With his cock hurting from being so hard and no tenderness in his actions, he pushed her face down on his desk, causing most of the papers fall and his computer to teeter dangerously on the edge.

  Knox kicked her legs open, not even checking to see if she was wet enough before he grabbed his erection and plunged balls deep inside her. His brain short-circuited; his body unable to function for a sliver of a second at the sensation. And then he started to move. His hands touched the silky skin of her back until he reached her wealth of dark hair and twisted it around his fist.

  Seeing her with her head bowed like an offering, the feeling of power inside him reached new ground, making him even more ruthless. He not only wanted to use her body, he wanted to brand her inside and out until every cell of her being couldn’t remember anyone but him.

  He pushed her face forward and lifted her leg until her knee rested on the top of the desk, spreading her more. It was a perfect position, and made her completely vulnerable to him. In preparation for his thrusts, he pulled her harshly by the hair until her head bowed back, forcing her to take his cock, forcing himself even deeper. His face was now close to her ear, his free hand roaming her stomach until he reached up and pinched one of her hard nipples. Her heavy breast fit perfectly in his hand.

  When he pulled out again, a moan came from her lips, and he twisted her hair tighter. “Move. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick, covering it with your slick heat, squeezing it hard. Move!”

/>   At his command, and despite her twisted position, Josie obeyed and undulated her hips. Her ability to move was minimal, but his pleasure stemmed from seeing her at his mercy.

  The bottom of his spine started to tingle, a sure sign he would come soon. Way too soon as he wasn’t nearly finished having his way with her.

  Slowing the pace, he reached lower to pinch her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The effect on Josie was immediate as she started to jerk her hips at the sensation, taking him deeper at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed her exposed shoulder before sinking his teeth in the tender flesh.

  Hunger for her mixed with his need for pain and control. The three were a dangerous combination, but Knox didn’t care. Nothing in him cared as she cried out, jerking and twisting in his hold.

  As he soothed the sting of his bite with his tongue, his fingers massaged the tender flesh of her sex until she shivered in pleasurable agony. Keeping his own release at bay, he disengaged and spun her, until she was lying on her back. Her skin held a blushing pink glow with reddish patches on her chest, eyes were glazed as she looked at him. Her lips were tempting but wouldn’t be enough to stave off his violence. His cheek abraded the side of her breast. He felt like a wild beast marking his territory and seeing the marks he left all over her body only fueled his raging fire.

  When he took her nipple between his teeth, there was no doubt he was causing her discomfort, as her body twisted and bowed in reaction. No coherent words came from her lips, and he was glad. If she’d begged him to stop, Knox wasn’t sure he would have been able to obey.

  After torturing her other breast, he started a trail down, marking her rounded stomach before moving lower. Her hands fisted his hair, pushing and pulling, as if she was trapped in the same turmoil he was.

  Taking his own pleasure was the only thing he could do as he reached her glistening sex. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, and when he lapped at her, gorging on this feast, her pleasure was unexpected collateral.

  Knox pushed her thighs up and apart before spreading her labia with his fingers. Unable to resist the pink flesh, he descended on her like a ravenous wolf. In the back of his mind, her voice sang like a violin.

  Roughly pushing two fingers inside her sheath, he lapped at her folds until he reached her clit. Her little nub had appeared from under its hood, and he used his free hand to expose it more, making her completely vulnerable. Only then did he swirl his tongue around it before sucking the entire area into his mouth like a ripe peach.

  The sound that came from Josie’s mouth was like a woman being torn in two and in a matter of minutes, she orgasmed hard in his mouth.

  Releasing her, he kept his fingers inside her, exploring a little bit until he found that little rough bump he was looking for. With quite some force, he started rubbing and pushing, his eyes admiring the thrashing woman on the desk, lost in the torture of forced pleasure at the hands of a man who would never be satisfied however many times she came at his hands.

  Repeatedly, she begged him to stop torturing her, to take her, but his control over her was total, even if she’d yet to accept it.

  Relentless, Knox kept up the stimulation her until he felt her surrender, her hips pursued his hand now, her legs fell open even more, a silent plea for him to take her. Soon. Soon he would finish possessing her, engulfing her within his own darkness.

  Her breath short, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, Josie started to shake until she froze in place and offered him her orgasm once more, her fluids gushing over his hand. He never ceased pumping his fingers, taking all she could give, or more correctly all she thought she could give him.

  Josie was as limp as a puppet, babbling incoherently, when Knox pulled her up before plastering her against the wall. Enjoying the contact of her back against his front, his cock started pushing between her legs, enjoying her arousal coating her tights.

  His hands were on her hips as she got her footing, his mouth bit at the lobe of her ear, and when he spoke, he barely recognized his own voice. “You wouldn’t listen. I told you to leave me alone. And you should’ve.” Taking his pulsing erection in his fist, he guided it inside her pussy and groaned as he slid into the tight flesh. Josie exhaled sharply but remained silent. “You’ve pushed me to the edge and now must suffer the consequences.” And with that, he rammed himself deep inside her.

  Still, Knox was searching for something to appease the dark side of him. He stepped back, bringing her with him. Josie slammed her hands on the wall, putting her body at an angle, one that felt like heaven for Knox.

  Hands almost embedded on her lush hips, he felt her push back, her body coming back to life once more.

  Knox knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and decided it was time. He forced her to close her legs tightly together, and in that position, his cock felt like it was in the tightest, hottest fist ever.

  Leaning forward, he mixed scrapes, bites, and licks along her spine, until she turned vocal once more. His hands let go of her waist to cup her swinging tits, massaging them as he felt his own impending release. On the way to no return, he snuck one hand between her thighs to cup her sex hard, before he started moving his grip. He knew with her state of sensitivity, her clit wouldn’t tolerate direct contact, and moving her flesh that way, with tugs and vibrations, it wouldn’t take long for her to fall again.

  His hips were slamming against hers at an increasing pace, until that shimmer of heat spread from his lower back to overtake him. Knox was aware his grip was bruising but didn’t release her until he’d finally pulled the very last possible feeling of pleasure out of her, and it happened as he finished coming inside her. Her last, painful, but obviously very pleasurable orgasm squeezed his cock so hard, it lengthened his own pleasure.

  They stayed locked together a while longer until a tiny bubble of sanity made its way inside Knox’s brain. Slowly, he loosened his hold to discover Josie was barely holding herself up. Hooking an arm around her waist, he steadied her before laying her down on the old office couch.

  Josie looked up at him with an expression of satisfaction before offering him a smile. Seeing her shiver, he went to look for something to cover her with, and when he returned with his shirt, she was asleep and he saw the state of her body. Her skin was covered with abrasions and bite marks, the signs of his possession clearly etched on every inch of her.

  While he was taking her, he’d been proud, a fucking conqueror. Now he felt like an asshole. He realized he was no better than a beast. He shouldn’t have touched her in the state he’d been in. Josie needed someone she could trust, someone who’d help her regain her confidence in herself. He had given her that assurance and had broken his word like the traitor he was. Despite his best intentions, he couldn’t keep his promises.

  Disgust at himself made the hazy fog of bliss quickly vanish and Knox covered her body, careful not to touch her again.

  Dressing quickly, he looked at her one more time, despising himself for what he’d done, and disappeared out the door.

  Chapter 12

  Four days. Four days without any news or calls from Knox. The man had simply vanished the day they’d had amazing sex in his office. She’d woken on his couch, her body marvelously warm and achy. All she wanted was to turn to him and have him hold her, but she’d discovered she was alone.

  Then the cold settled deep inside and wouldn’t let go.

  When she’d told Gage he’d left, his expression didn’t reassure her at all. Even worse, Gage was clearly worried, and it only shed light on the fact she didn’t know much about the two men. She trusted them, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind about that, but that didn’t mean being kept in the dark suited her. It messed with her mind.

  Or was it something else…

  Josie got out of the shower, and dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties before heading to the living room where Gage was pacing while once more talking on the phone. The man had been talking to people from the moment he’d come back from lunc
h with Tom and Marvin. Not only that, but he’d taken care of the shop with her, working overtime to make sure all the bookings were honored.

  The night of Knox’s disappearance, Josie told Gage what had happened while they were at lunch, and after she’d reassured she was okay, he didn’t seem surprised.

  Gage ended his call with a curse and came to sit beside her on the couch. “I was finally able to get hold of Locke who has way more connections than I have. He’ll try to find him. He thinks he knows where he could be.”

  She reached for his hand. “You look tired. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

  With a smile, he patted her hand. “So do you. Short of working on the engines you’ve taken care of everything, including that miracle you worked with rearranging all the appointments. You’ve more than pulled your weight. And you did it all with a smile. You’re the one that needs to rest.”

  Everything she’d done was because it kept her busy and prevented her from worrying. “I’m okay. Does Knox disappear like this often?”

  With a sigh, he brought her hand to him, kissing her wrist. “Not really, but the Spencer Knox I knew is slightly different from the one who’s become my friend now.”

  “How so?”

  Effortlessly, he pulled her to him, making her straddle his lap. His palms cupped her ass, sliding his hands under her sweatshirt before going down again. The touch was soothing and lulled her into a state of calm. She’d spent the last four nights being held by him as they slept. Gage had been there for her, offering her comfort in whatever way she needed it and it had been a surprise. Gage was a lot deeper than she’d thought.

  “I only have a sad story for you, Josie, and I don’t know if it’s mine to tell.”

  Placing one palm on his hard chest, her fingers replaced a wild strand of brown hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Tell me, Gage. Please. I want to understand.”