Death isn't an option

No rest for the wicked

Chapter eight

“No rest for the wicked”

Authors note: Hello, hello, hello! So this chapter and the next contain some pretty graphic s*x scenes. I'm not going to lie- I've never written a s*x scene before this. I had to enlist my best friend to help me out. If you enjoy it, please leave a comment and let me know! If not, I always appreciate feedback. Happy reading, babes!

Knox POV

I have decided to make Junipers life hell until she acknowledges me. I plan on starting by waking her up at 2am.

Sure enough, at 2am, I walk to her room and knock obnoxiously at her door. I hear a noise suspiciously like her falling off of the bed, followed by a few creative swearwords, until she finally opens the door, clad in nothing but a bathrobe. I can see her cleavage peeking through a little bit, her breasts begging for my attention.  

“What?” She barks at me.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”

She glances at her Apple watch. “At two in the f*****g morning?”

Instead of nodding I breeze past her into her room.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, love. You will put on clothing, and then meet me in my room. I’m not spending another night away from my mate.”

“No” she responds immediately, and I growl, making her jump.

“If you don’t come compliantly, I will force you. I have a master key to every room in this hotel.”

She heaves out a sigh. “Get the f**k out of my room, Knox.”

“Be at my door in five minutes and no more. If you’re not there I’m coming in for you, which won’t be pretty.”

With that I turn on my heel and leave. Five minutes pass, and I knock on her door again, but she doesn’t answer. I unlock it with the master key to find my mate tucked back into bed. I flip on the lights and pick her up princess style. Naturally she starts yelling and pounding her fists on my chest, but thankfully the walk to my room is about thirty seconds. I deposit her on the bed and pull out some rope from my bedside drawer. I am not risking her running away.

“Oh hell no. f*****g hell no! What are you doing?”

“Ensuring that you can’t escape.”

She jumps off the bed but with a single jerk of my arm I pull her back. This time I tie her arms and legs to separate posts. I can’t risk her using leverage to wiggle out again.

“You could at least buy me dinner first. I mean I wouldn’t mind this as much.”

I beam at her. “Did you just make a joke?”

“Do you have the IQ of a corpse? Yes I made a joke. f**k off.”

Without asking I lean down and kiss her.