Knox

I sit behind my desk, chest so tight it hurts to breathe. The image won’t leave my head. Ethan’s mouth on hers, her soft laugh right after.

My fingers dig into the armrests until the leather creaks.

“Emma,” I say, voice low and dangerous. “You let him kiss you?”

She stands in front of my desk, twisting her fingers together. For a second she looks nervous. Then her eyes lift to mine. There’s a spark of defiance there that makes my cock twitch even through the anger.

“I didn’t mean to kiss him,” she said. “I was happy to see him and—”

“You let him put his filthy hands...