Chapter 49 49
Phoebe~~
Unlike the other days, I waited for over an hour after getting set to meet my clients. I had relaxed in the room, praying to the moon goddess that I would get someone so I wouldn't get back empty-handed.
When I didn't expect it, the door creaked, and I jolted to my feet. I couldn't believe my eyes when Knox stepped into the room and locked it up. I stepped backwards, my soul already left my body. “Knox? What are you doing here?”
He didn't respond but began undressing, and I didn't sit well with that. I took off the mask that I wore and went closer to him. “Can't you speak? You aren't supposed to be here. So what would happen to my real clients?”
“How much were you expecting tonight?” he asked instead, and my lips hung open. “Mention it, and I will give it just like they do.”
But that wasn't the issue. What if he found out about the drug? I was freaking out.
He sat on the bed and signaled me to come closer. “Let's keep the matebond aside, so attend to me as you do to those men. That's why I'm here.”
What a jealous asshole! He only came to be sure what it was about this job that I didn't want to stop, or what happened to checking his products in that basement that almost led to my death? I was so confused because this was unexpected.
Levi surely knew about this and didn't even give me a hint. To him, he had used me to get what he wanted, but he would cry blood soon.
“Why are you staying away from me? Did you not want to get a client tonight?” he asked, and I looked away.
“You aren't a client…”
“It doesn't change anything.” He took my hand and pulled me closer, then got his hands on my g-string panties, and then loosened them. I stood nude before him while he moistened his lips repeatedly. “Having a taste of this would do well. Don't you think so?” he asked, already rubbing his thumb on my flesh there.
Hot saliva formed in my mouth, and I averted my gaze. If I hadn't pulled out the bottle when I came in, he would have seen it drop to the floor. As though my wolf knew beforehand, she advised that I not hold the bottle to my waist, because I could get a hardened client who wouldn't want to wait so long.
But if such a thing had happened, then wouldn't I be put in a difficult position?
Nope! That wolf knew Knox was coming. No client had the right to claim me when I wasn't ready. In fact, they obey their whores so much to get a high satisfaction, talk about me, who has already built my reputation, so that clients pay in advance because they heard stories about me.
His kisses on my pùssy drew me out of my daze, and despite how I tried not to give in to that, I found myself melting and taking soft swallows constantly. I placed my palms on his head, caressing it while he kissed me slowly, and parted my legs.
I felt the hardness of my nipples in my brassiere, so I pulled it out desperately and threw it on the sofa. I got seated on his thighs, and he took my lips into a hungry kiss that left me wanting more of his saliva.
It didn't matter if I was called foolish for how I let my feelings take over me, but I thought it was also part of the plan, because staying away from him would make him stay far away.
The sounds of our kisses exploded just between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hardened nipples rubbed on his chest while he fondled my butt. He let go of my lips and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking ravenously while I ran my fingers in his hair.
I couldn't swallow the pleasure that came from it. I seriously didn't want him to stop so soon.
My wetness had consumed my cunt already, and I was so set to grab his phallus, riding deeper into my entrance.
He sucked on my nipples so hard until they turned so red, then he resumed kissing me with so much energy again.
Soon, I found myself moaning aloud under him while he fucked me so hard. Each of his thrust were sweeter than the last, deepening and claiming. I relished the sound his còck made in me, and how my clit throbbed while I flicked it from my end.
He claimed me possessively, causing my moans to turn to cries, yet I did not wish to let him go.
Holy goddess! He grew larger in me, banging my pùssy with so much enthusiasm, groaning seductively and spanking my ass while I responded with soft cries of longing.
I let him take over me, pounding on me until I climaxed twice, but I didn't want to stop. Even after he climaxed, we still resumed, and I bet it was the hottest night ever for me in this club. I was sure that people outside the room could hear my sweet moans, and how I wasn't stopping but wanted more of him.
In fact, I was a bitch. I was indeed a whore, or I wouldn't let him do with me what he wanted.
The way he spanked my ass when I was on all fours, how he raised my legs when digging deeper into me, then his tongue, which washed me off until I let out my juices down his throat…all of them made me lose control and craved more of him.
If only he weren't my mate. If only he weren't Knox, who murdered my parents, I wouldn't let him go. I would want to get fucked each day until I convulsed under him repeatedly.
For several hours, we were on a marathon that didn't seem to be ending. Even when we tried to freshen up and begin leaving the club, I got bent over the sink and pounded on until I cried out his name, stroking my swollen clit with my middle finger.
He was a sex maniac, and every woman out there would love it. But it was a pity that he wouldn't live long either, because I had his life in my palm.