KNOX’S POV

The second I haul her back onto my lap, still naked and trembling from that pathetic excuse for a blowjob, I realize I’m fucked.

Not literally—though that’s coming soon enough.

I’m fucked because I’ve wanted this for months.

Every time Gale dragged her to pack meetings, every time she’d bring coffee into my office wearing those conservative dresses that somehow made me want to rip them off more than if she’d walked in naked.

Every boring dinner, every treaty signing, every moment she stood quietly behind her waste-of-space husband while I imagined bending her over the conference table and showing her what a real alpha feels like.

I’d...