Steaming Desire - Melissa Young

Chapter Eleven - Knox

The fucker in the stupid pants really kissed her. I knew that she started it, but the way he leaned into the peck had my blood boiling.

It wasn't right for her to kiss him either, but I had less of a problem with that matter. She was mine and if I couldn't have her alone, I would give Hunter a share. My grumpy attitude was a mirror in Kiara's face, and I found it almost comical how both of us could turn like a penny in a second.

Hunter returned into the cell and took a stand right beside Kiara, a comfortable distance between them, but I didn't like the closeness. He even had the audacity to take her hand in a calm embrace between his fingers.

I got hard again when I thought about the ways me and Hunter could manipulate her small body if we got the chance. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her ass until it was red, sore and to my liking, and that fucking attitude from mere seconds ago were nowhere to to be found.

"Why am I the only one tied up?" The fucking fuck dared to ask. I rolled my eyes from where I stood in the corner of our cell and observed the scene from afar.

I got enraged once again when a small smile spread over the perfect bow of her lip. Not wanting to admit it, but I was jealous, actually jealous of the annoying fuck, and it was a feeling I absolutely despised.

I had never needed to be jealous, I had always had the things I wanted and if I didn't, that wasn't a big deal. But the jealousy that crept along my neck meant that I really wanted her and wasn't ready to share her with anybody besides Hunter.

It boosted my ego a tad bit that he stayed tied up, I figured that was the only reason behind his cock still being attached to his body. The thought made me grit my teeth, his stupidly hard cock. The bulge in his pants had been extremely visible since Kiara led him down the stairs.

It was a bummer that he was just as hard for her as Hunter and I had been since the moment we met her. It wasn't a secret that both of us wanted her, I had made it about two days before I had to place imaginary pictures of her in my mind and wrap my hand around my rock-hard cock to get some damn relief.

Hunter hadn't made it much longer. It wasn't like I cared if he moaned in the middle of the night. We had a short talk about her and agreed that we didn't have any problem with sharing if she decided that she couldn't choose, but with a third variable, no fucking way.

"Because you seem so delightful to have running around in here," I chuckled, my voice deep with sarcasm. Kiara's eyes drew toward me with a small twitch visible in the corners of her mouth, not a smile but better than nothing.

"What Knox is trying to say," her eyes drifted back to the tied up asshole, "is that, you are the only person in this room that I don't trust." Both me and Hunter stared at her without blinking.

I assumed he was shocked at why she already trusted us, whereas I was surprised that she remembered my name. I had only said it once and even that time it was tangled up in a full ass sentence, it was impressive.

"How?" I could immediately detect the heavy word as more than he let on. He didn't ask why we were trustable, he asked if there was a deal behind the trust. It was a question of bond rather than pure trust.

"Because I said so." Kiara crossed her arms over her chest. There was the woman I knew and loved. Hold on a fucking minute.

Knew?

Loved?

I had no idea who this woman was besides the small things she told us, and I most definitely didn't love her, you can't love somebody that you don't know. It was a ridiculous thought, I had never loved anybody, and Kiara wasn't an exception.