Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 20: Assholes And Sore Asses.

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Knox POV

Dancing always seemed to kindle a romantic fire in women. Most of the ladies that I had seen dancing in the clubs were always smiling and flirting with their partners, so I wasn’t surprised to see Lottie’s more daring side when she agreed to return with Kane and I. But I promised my girl that the party wasn’t over, and that was a promise I intended to keep.

Taking the bottle of tequila from her hands as I placed her down on the floor in my bedroom, I smirked, seeing her look around the room.

“Does it look different?” I asked with a sly smile, painting my l*ps.

“Since last night?” She sassed looking over her shoulder with a smile. “No!” Her eyes shined with the memories of last night. A smile gripped my l*ps As the memories danced across my vision, too. I couldn’t help but wonder what she wore under that dress. The lingerie from last night was so beautiful that part of me hoped. she had it on again so I could rip it off with my teeth.

“Careful Lottie! I groaned; she must have been thinking something very similar because the room filled with the scent of her arousal.

“Wishing you never bolted last night?” I teased, sucking in a deep breath. I held it, forcing myself to concentrate and see past the intoxicating scent that filled my

nose.

“No!” She commented firmly, but her face gave away her lie as she blushed profoundly. As if wanting to escape me, her fingers twirled with the silk of her dress, her eyes slowly meeting mine.

“I need to change out of this dress, I’m just going to run back to Lilly’s and grab some clothes.” She announced nervously, letting go of the fabric.

Suspicion prickled my spine at the Idea of her leaving the room. Was she having

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second thoughts? Would she return? Would Mike get hold of her and keep her ‘occupied‘? Given how I found him and Lottie earlier, I trusted him as much

him. Not a f**king bit!

as I liked

locked in my room, tied to my bed, begging for me! But if there was one thing I understood, it was

matter what Kane

Going to my chest of drawers, I pulled out a pair of grey shorts and a

you go, angel!” I winked,

these!” She laughed, trying to

pulling her against me roughly, tearing a yelp from her l*ps. “Or you can wear nothing!” I grinned down at

nice brother?”

from me.

girl.” I winked, tightening my grip on her. “So what’s

before letting her

the door behind. her as dramatically as I remember her to be. With her changing in the bathroom, I grabbed the key to my room and sl*pped from it, locking it behind me. Rushing through the pack house, I grabbed three shot glasses from the kitchen: a bowl of lemons, limes, and salt. Pausing as I walked past the fridge to grab a few

water and snacks.

of the bed, wearing my T–shirt. I was right; even with her legs crossed, the fabric drowned her. Placing the

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the door closing it, my head smacking on the hard wood as a pillow smashed into the

I laughed, picking it up as I

door!” She snarled, making me grin as I grabbed the tequila

did!” I answered

shoulder as I grabbed the bowl of cut lemon limes and salt, bracing myself for

walked over to the bed, seeing her sitting back against the headboard, legs still crossed, but where she had pulled herself back, the fabric had bunched under her, giving me

I asked as I handed her a shot and put the bowl and salt down in front of us, trying to act like I hadn’t got a major boner right

snapped, pulling

of course, he had already had

Kane all over.

the salt from her wrist, downed the shot and sucked on

why does he have your panties?“I asked, chuckling at her sour face as the liquid hit her stomach. Without another word, she stood on the bed, her hands. resting on my headboard as she turned and steadied herself. I watched her drinking in her

a control freak!” She grumbled, letting go of

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hand to lift my shirt over her ass to show me her red, lightly bruised ass before letting my shirt drop back down and sitting in front of me. Leaning forward, she took. the shot glass from my hands and