Chapter 128 Her Mouth Milking My Madness

Chapter 128 Her Mouth Milking My Madness
Knox

I stand in the kitchen doorway with my arms crossed tight against my chest. I am waiting for Emma to say something that will make this nightmare stop. 

My stomach feels sick with fury at the time. She spent the night with Ethan. The thought alone makes my throat feel tight. 

What else happened while she was gone? What did they do in those hours when I sat here imagining the worst? I had to call my receptionist from the party because Emma would not answer her phone. 

My ears still ring from it. My blood feels hot and thick pounding behind my eyes.

I force the question out before I lose my nerve. "I am still waiting, Emma. Is it true you left with Ethan last night?" I ask her.

She sits at the table with her shoulders hunched. Her hands fall into her lap like they have no strength left. She cannot even look at me. That silence hurts more than anything.

Finally she speaks. "Yes.. It is not what you think, Knox.”

My chest burns as if someone poured acid inside it. I stalk forward until I stand in front of her glaring down at her. "Not what I think? Then tell me Emma. What am I thinking right now? That you walked out of that party with Ethan got into his car and disappeared for hours? That you let him touch you while I waited here like an idiot?" I ask her, my voice rising.

She flips her hair back. Glances up at me for only a second before her eyes drop again. "I was drunk Knox. Really drunk. I could not find my way back alone. Do not shout at me like that Knox," she says.

I laugh. "I should not shout? Damn it, Emma. You should know better than to drink that much. You were supposed to stay for a few minutes then return home Instead you vanish with Ethan," I say, my voice full of anger.

She pushes the chair hard and stands up. The legs scrape loudly across the tile. "I am not a child, Knox. I have the right to talk to people not where I am locked away in this house waiting for your approval, Knox,”

“That is not what this is about Emma, " I say, my voice dropping lower. "You can have friends. You can go out. Not Ethan. Not him. I forbid you from seeing him or speaking to him again. Do not push me on this Emma," 

Her eyes flash with something defiant. She steps sideways trying to move past me toward the hallway. Anger surges through me like fire in my veins. I move faster than I mean to block her path and grab her arm. My fingers close tight around her arm.

“Knox let go of me," she yells.

The words barely register. Something inside me snaps. All the hours of worry, all the images my mind created while she was gone, all the jealousy that has been eating me alive since I first saw her smile at Ethan. 

It pours out at once. I drag her toward the kitchen island. My free hand sweeps across the surface. Glasses, a bowl of fruit, a stack of mail. Everything crashes to the floor in a chaotic clatter. Plates shatter. An apple rolls under the table.

She struggles against my hold, twisting and pushing at my chest. I am stronger and the rage makes me feel unstoppable. 

I spin her around. Bend her forward over the cool granite. Her palms slap down to brace herself.

“Let me show you who this pussy belongs to," I growl against her ear. The words come out raw and possessive, full of pain. I cannot hide anymore.

I yank her shirt up her back in one motion. The sight of her skin, the curve of her hips, the round swell of her ass with nothing covering it sends a jolt straight through me. 

No panties. Nothing between us. My cock twitches hard already aching. I have pictured this moment since yesterday. 

Her bent over open, mine. But the fantasy never included this much anger or this much hurt.

My hands shake as I shove my pants down enough. My erection springs free, thick and slick at the tip with pre-cum. 

I press myself against her feeling the heat of her skin the way her body tenses under mine. Part of me hates how much I want her now how the need coils tight in my gut despite everything.

She goes still for a second, breathing fast. Then she whispers, "Knox, please.”

I freeze with my hand on her hip. That one quiet word cuts through the storm in my head. 

Suddenly I see myself clearly. How hard I grip her, how my chest heaves with fury instead of love, how I am about to take something that should never be taken in anger.

My throat closes. Shame floods in, drowning the heat. I step back fast and I almost stumble. 

My hands drop to my sides. I pull my pants up with trembling fingers. Turn away bracing both palms on the counter because my legs feel weak.

“I am sorry," I say, my voice cracking. The words taste like ash. "I did not mean to hurt you Emma. I never wanted to hurt you,” my voice full of regret.

She straightens slowly, tugging her shirt down. I cannot look at her face yet. I stare at the glass on the floor instead at the spilled water spreading across the tiles. My heart hammers loud. I can feel it in my ears.

She stays quiet for a moment. When she finally speaks her voice is soft but steady. "You scare me when you get like this, Knox.”

I swallow hard. "You with Ethan all night. It tore me apart Emma.” My voice barely above a whisper.

“It was not like that Knox," she says. "He drove me to his place because I was too drunk to move. I slept on his couch. Nothing happened. I swear it Knox.”

I close my eyes. Relief tries to push through the mess inside me. Guilt smothers it. "I should have trusted you Emma.”

“You should have asked me rather than imagining the worst Knox. You always assume I will leave you. That I will choose someone. And every time you do that you push me further away Knox," she says.

I turn to face her. Her eyes are red-rimmed, cheeks flushed, hair disheveled. She looks beautiful and broken. The sight makes my chest ache worse than before.

“I do not know how to stop being afraid of losing you Emma," I admit quietly. "Every time I think about you with anyone I feel like I am disappearing." 

She studies me for a while. Then she reaches out, touch my arm gently. "Then talk to me Knox rather than fighting. I am here because I choose to be Knox. Not because you forced me.”

I nod. Then I tilt my head down. My lips find hers. We start to kiss, soft at first then with hunger.

My hands roam her body as we kiss wildly. I need her. I want her flesh sinking into mine.

Willingly, her legs spread apart. My hands roam to her inner thigh caressing it.

Then I sink my fingers into her pussy and she breaks the kiss, moaning out loud.

Her moans get me fired up and her hands reach for my waistband. She yanks it down. My hard cock springs out freely bobbing its head.

I find her lips again. And her hands wrap around my hard cock.

Then she gets down to her knees to take my cock into her lips. My pre cum licking out and dripping to the floor.

Then I hear the front door burst open, sending shock waves through me.