Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0291

"No, he just redirected his anger onto you." I roll my eyes, shaking my head...stopping when his hand cups the side of my face. "Then it worked Red."

"Knox." I sigh out, this man was giving me whiplash.

"We were interrupted last night, in the nightclub." His hands fall onto my hips as they pull me onto his lap, my body now straddling him. "You need to heal."

"I'm healed. I believe you were on me like this last night...do you want to know what was going through my mind?"

"The wound shows otherwise." I can feel his nose smelling at my hair as I continue to unravel the dressing to show bruising.

"And no...not right now. I need to get some more medicine for you..." I go to move off him, the wound still needing my attention.

"It can wait..." He grips my chin within his thumb and forefinger, those dangerously deliciously brown broody eyes devouring mine. He pulls me into his lap more, I can feel his arousal beneath me. Typical male, he was on the brink of death a few hours before. He rolls my hips into him, the temptation alone taking all my willpower...a moan escaping me.

His mouth touches mine, his tongue running across my bottom lip...wanting access.

When it comes to him, it seems I have no self control. My lips part just enough for his tongue to plunge forward, a hand tangling in my messy bun from behind. I try to fight the kiss at first, he was still recovering but having been inhaling his scent throughout the night my resolve isn't as strong as it should be.

presence under the watchful glow of the moon testing me. He was meant to be my patient throughout the night, not a male that

once it is me that moves away...I know that knock. That is the knock of my

clothing and sorting my even messier hair bun I move to the door, Knox's eyebrow risen

with a whisper as

you been in here all night?" His eyes fall upon me as I

make sure

the door, his

just checking his wound, redressing it." His eyes scan the room, to my

him, you need to rest

fine, I need to get to the hospital

half your shift."

"Dad!"

back for lunch, I'll come and get you myself." I bite down on the argumentative response...he meant well and just worried about me. "Have you heard

"No, not yet."

Dad reassures me

against it as I sigh out,