Piercing Hatred | ✔️

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~Flora's POV~

"My apartment is supposed to be fixed up fully by tomorrow night." I told Knox on Sunday afternoon, popping a chip into my mouth as I sat on the couch, eating lunch.

He looked over at me, sipping on a beer that hung loosely in his grip, and frowned. "That means you'll be back at your apartment, then." He mentioned, to which I nodded my head. I popped another chip into my mouth, only speaking after I had swallowed. "Yep." I affirmed, biting on my lip. "That's good." He responded, but the frown remained on his lips.

I finished off the last of my chips and wandered into the kitchen, tossing my paper plate into the trash before I returned to my spot on the couch in the living room. The TV caught my attention again, being that it was playing Friends, a show that I used to be obsessed with when I was in the ninth grade.

Knox rose from where he sat, finishing off the last bit of beer that he had, and set the empty bottle on the table. I glanced up at him in confusion when he came to stand in front of me, blocking my view of the TV. His eyes met mine and I furrowed my brows at him, confused at the look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked, squealing in alarm when he leaned down and picked me up like I weighed nothing, tossing me over his shoulder. "H-Hey! Put me down, Knox!" I exclaimed, fisting the back of his shirt as he began to walk out of the living room.

The door to his room swung open as he kicked it softly, carrying me into his room. I grunted in surprise when I was dropped gently onto his bed, my hair a mess in my face. I blew my hair out of my face and looked up at Knox with an annoyed frown, leaning up onto my elbows. "What was that for?" I asked.

A sly smile formed on Knox's face as he leaned over me, gripping my calf before he pulled me towards him. "For me. You've hardly paid me any attention today, doll." He told me, causing me to blink up at him in surprise. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he held himself over me, flushing when he nudged his hips between my thighs. "Is that so?" I responded quietly, almost in a whisper.

"Mhm." He murmured, smoothing his hand up the fabric of my black sweatpants. "And I've been thinkin' about playing with your pussy since last night." He said, the little robot pendant from the necklace I'd made dangling above my chest as he hovered over me.

Taken aback, I couldn't help the way my eyes widened and I flushed in embarrassment, digging my fingers into his shoulders. "Then why did you wait until now?" I asked, watching the way his gaze flashed with want. He pressed against me more, the warmth of his breath fanning my cheeks. "Is that your way of inviting me to do something?" He retorted. My fingers tightened around his shoulders and I gave a feeble shrug. "Only if you can prove you deserve it." I whispered, the dare in my words making him chuckle.

"Do you need a refresher, Flora?" He teased lowly, long fingers dipping beneath the hand of my sweatpants. "Because we both know how much I'd love to." He said, sliding his hand further down. I inhaled sharply and absentmindedly bucked my hips towards him when he grazed his fingers along the band of my panties, purposely teasing me. "No." I denied breathlessly, clenching my thighs together when I felt that familiar heat already flourishing between my legs.

Yet Knox just chuckled softly and slid his fingers down over my panties, a strangled moan leaving me when he ducked his head down to nip at my bottom lip at the same time. I shuddered beneath him and tried to buck into his hand, but he just pinned my hips down with one hand, biceps bulging as he continued rubbing gently over my underwear. It was then that I began feeling that ache form between my thighs, causing me to whimper and writhe beneath him. "No teasing. Please, Knox." I begged softly, lulling my head back into his blankets.

He moved, gripping onto my sweatpants before he tugged them down my legs and tossed them to the floor. I then laid there in my underwear and the long-sleeved, crop black shirt I was wearing, one side drooping off my shoulder.