by Lisa Ladew
Mica looked up the staircase, knowing the room she was interested in was probably somewhere near where Knox had disappeared to, but he'd said to look around, so she was going to. She spied a hallway at the far end of the huge living room and walked that way, butterflies in her stomach. That room, and the rumors that swirled around Knox and his use of it, were the only thing that really bothered her about him, the only sticking point that still held her back from thinking maybe it would be ok to let something grow between them. He seemed to be thinking about it, but she didn't know if she could. Her body accepted him completely, but her mind was more conservative, more apt to wonder if getting close to Knox Rosesson could ever be a smart thing.
Mica wandered down the hall. The first room appeared to be a normal, spare bedroom. The second room was a bathroom. The third door opened to the left of the hallway and Mica approached it slowly, her insides quivering. The door was shut. She turned the knob and it opened fluidly, then the door swung open.
Mica knew at once that this was it. The Green Room. It really existed, even though the walls weren't green. It looked like a normal room except for the massive bed in the very center. There was no way anyone could mistake that for a normal bed. It was easily three times the size of a California King and she could see the grooves in the headboard and footboard from where she stood. Unbidden, the face of the last woman Mica had seen on Knox's arm in a tabloid picture swam into her mind. Mica couldn't remember her name, but it was Bambi or Bridgit or Bitch or something. Mica clenched her jaw at the sudden rush of jealousy that flooded through her at the thought of Knox bringing that woman here, tying her to this bed and ... and having his way with her. The thought of his solid, strong, masculine body straining over her perfect, blemish-free, size-zero form set Mica's teeth on edge.
Mica looked around the room curiously, trying to shake the images from her mind. A fleeting glimpse of Knox's bare, sexy-as-sin ass pumping roughly enough to break the dainty woman she remembered flashed across her retinas and then was gone. Her eyes settled on a camera in the corner and her mind jumped to the videos that must exist from the activities in this room. Again, she saw Knox, on his knees between two bound legs, taking what seemingly every woman he came across wanted to give him, as his thick, sexual grunts and fuck-noises filled the room.
Mica hated that this room actually existed, and yet she was curious too. What was the point of the room? Just kink? Or was there something deeper? Something about Knox that necessitated it? What would it be like, to be the one bound and helpless underneath him? From what she'd heard, he was an amazing lover, and women threw themselves at him to be the object of his attention for the night. Her own infrequent attempts at physical relationships had been short-lived and rather boring or awful. Well, since Knox anyway. He'd been her first, unwittingly taking her virginity, and then spending hours making her feel things she'd never imagined existed. He'd turned her into a woman, and no one since had been able to quite stack up.
Mica looked around at the other cameras on the wall, then her eyes fell on the simple trunk at the side of the bed. What was in the trunk? Sex toys? Whips? Those little riding crop things? Mica shuddered at the thought, but instantly felt her core flood with heat as blood rushed to all of her most sensitive areas, making them throb. Mica crossed one leg over the other and stared at the floor, her eyes wide. Was she turned on? At the thought of Knox's imagined kinkiness? Oh God. Mica felt a blush creep to her face. This was a complication she hadn't imagined.
She had wondered for years if any kind of long term relationship could have ever developed between her and Knox if she hadn't first lied, and then fled. She still wondered that. She'd never been lucky in love, and long thought that maybe she would end up like Ruth, alone, but not unhappy about it. Ruth enjoyed boyfriends when the mood hit her. Usually much younger boyfriends. Mica couldn't ever imagine herself doing that, but she had imagined herself living her life without a man's companionship. It had seemed somehow ... easier that way. The few boyfriends she had been with over the years had always thrown obstacles into her life that just never seemed worth it to her. They'd been needy, or obsessive, and the good parts had never seemed good enough to make up for it.
But Knox. Sexy, strong, in-control Knox. She bet he wasn't needy. Or obsessive. Maybe a little controlling? Definitely with a reputation for kink. But just getting to look at his hard body and handsome face almost seemed like enough to put up with controlling. Add toe-curling sex to that and Mica thought she might see the attraction in what he did in this room ... whatever it was.
A noise sounded behind her and Mica whirled around. Knox walked up the hallway towards her, his stride long and strong. He pressed his lips together and joined her at the open door. His jaw was set and his features hard, and Mica felt like he didn't want her here, didn't want her seeing this room.
She spoke without thinking, gesturing into the room. "This room would look really nice if you painted the walls green."
An expression of surprise so comical crossed Knox's face that she felt like laughing. She didn't though, she stared at him, waiting for his next move. She'd been snooping, and she felt bad about it, but she didn't want new secrets between them to replace the old ones.
The surprise left Knox's face and a hungry, carnal look replaced it. His eyes swept the room, then dismissed it, and turned back to Mica. She felt as if she were being consumed by the heat radiating off of him.
"You've heard things about this room?"
Mica swallowed hard and nodded.
"Do they bother you?"
Mica shook her head no, staring into his eyes. "Yes," she said softly even while her head was still contradicting the word.
"I'm going to have the bed removed. I don't need it anymore."
"Why?" Mica whispered, her heart beating hard in her chest like she were running a marathon.
Knox brought a hand up to her cheek, gently pushing an unruly lock of hair behind her ear. His hand continued around to the back of her neck, soft as could be, until he took a handful of her tresses and pulled her head back, then dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her like the first time. Mica's greedy mouth opened willingly, accepting his tongue, accepting his unspoken promises, and his body's obvious desires.
He broke the kiss. "Because you're the only woman I'm ever going to fuck again," he rasped into her mouth, then sealed his lips on hers again.
Mica felt pure need and lust shoot through her core at his sweet, filthy words. He backed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers, his mouth selfishly plundering her. She felt his cock, hard and long against her belly, straining to be free. She wanted it free, God help her she wanted everything about this. She even wanted to be tossed onto the bed, restrained, and taken the way he'd taken the other women he'd had there. She wouldn't be the only, but he'd said she would be the last!
Something about his words stuck in her brain and she pulled back from him, panting, her hands roaming over his body even as she tried to make some sense of what he'd said.
"How could you possibly know that?" she whispered, her desperate eyes on him.
"I just do," he growled, taking her mouth again.
Mica's body reacted of its own accord as her mind tried to function. Her hands traced hard muscle, then dropped down to grope harder cock. Her lips parted allowing him all the access he wanted. Her sex throbbed and screamed for more, more, more!
Her mind regained control for just a moment and she tore her lips from his again. "What if-what if I don't want you?"
Knox grunted and took her mouth again, his hands dropping from her hair down to her waist. In one harsh movement he thrust his fingers under the waistband of her pants and dropped them down to her sex, driving her panties aside. Mica gasped into his mouth as his rough, seeking fingers parted her folds and thrust inside her.
He curled his fingers and pulled them out, then released her mouth. He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth and licked them. Mica watched, eyes wide, her brain rebellin
g at his wickedness, her body delighting in it.
"Tell me you don't want me," he said, his eyes holding her prisoner. "And I'll leave you alone. Even if I don't believe you for a second, I'll let you be."
Mica trembled, her body ablaze. "Wanting you sexually is different than wanting more than that," she said in a small voice. "I don't want to be hurt."
"Nobody does," Knox told her, his voice softer. "I can't promise I'll never accidentally hurt you, but I can promise I'll never hurt you on purpose. Give us a chance, Mica. I'm not who you think I am."
Mica's shuddered, then nodded, dropping her head back. "Take me," she whispered, forgetting completely about Bailey, about her house, about her company, about anything but the fire that seared her from the inside out, melding her with Knox.
Knox bent and grabbed her under her knees and her back, picking her up like she weighed nothing. "Not here," he said, walking swiftly down the hallway.
Mica curled her arms around his neck and strained towards him. She wanted his mouth on hers, now.
A buzz sounded from overhead and a tinny voice spoke, as if from an intercom. Mica looked up and saw a speaker on the ceiling where the noise was coming from.
"Mr. Rosesson, there's a police officer here to see you. Officer Robinson. He says they have Bailey in custody and you are urgently needed."
Knox pressed his lips together and returned Mica lightly to the floor. "To be continued," he told her as her face crumpled in disappointment.
Mica nodded and tried to quiet her passions. Bailey was in custody! Surely that was good enough news that she couldn't be too disappointed. But somehow, she was.
Knox pressed a button on the far wall. "Let him in, Adam."
He held his hand out to Mica. She took it and they walked through the large house together. "See, I knew this would be over quickly," Knox said as he reached the massive front door. The doorbell sounded and Mica could see the outline of a man in blue standing on the other side of the door through the tiny, opaque window.
Knox unlocked the door and swung it open, a smile of greeting on his face.
It withered and was replaced by a look of confusion. Mica gasped as she saw the cop was pointing a gun at Knox.
Mica's eyes flew to the cop's face. Too late, she recognized him as Dick Bailey, dressed in a sharp police uniform, his hair and eyebrows neatly and newly trimmed and died brown, his face clean-shaven, a stolen or fake badge shining on his chest.
Slowly, Knox pulled his hand out of Mica's, his muscles tensing.
"Don't try it Rosesson, or I'll put a hole in your stomach big enough to watch TV through," Bailey barked. "Put your hands on your head, now!"
Mica cringed in fear as Knox slowly did what he'd been told.
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Author's note: I got a few comments about the harshness of the cliffhanger in book 1, and I'm curious, is this cliffhanger harsher or less harsh? It's physical rather than emotional which is why I don't have a clue. Drop me an email or tell me on my facebook page if you want. Thanks.
Also, I want to talk about the fact that I've written these two books in serial format (short and unfinished stories). I did it because that's what a lot of very popular writers are doing these days and I wanted to see the effect for myself. I won't know if putting one book out a week is really that much better until this book is out, so I'm withholding judgment for now, but I can tell you that I don't like writing them this way. I had thought this would be five shorter books, but now I think it will be three or four max and the next one won't be out until at least November 9th. Don't hold me to that in case the book gets really long. Knox and Mica have a long way to go before they find their happy ending.
Thanks for reading, I hope you are enjoying. The more I get to know Knox and Mica, the more I like them, and I hope it's the same for you.
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About the Author
Lisa became a full time author in the summer of 2014, fulfilling a childhood dream. She lives in the Inland Pacific Northwest, and is married with 2 sons. She is a U.S. Army veteran, plus former paramedic, 911 calltaker/police radio dispatcher, and volunteer firefighter. Her husband is also a veteran, and a retired police officer. Connect with her on her facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/LisaLadewAuthor or email her. [email protected]
