Free KNOX: Volume 2 by Cassia Leo Page A

summers in the Hamptons and blogs about vintage fashion. Knox is a polished billionaire with a penchant for domination and a deep connection to the Veneto crime family — my family.
    When August sat down at the table in the empty garage and told me that he had been working with Knox for five months, my heart nearly stopped. It was all beginning to make sense. August hadn’t invited me to his apartment in four months. He was just stringing me along for months until the day before my father’s arraignment. Then Knox could initiate the phase of his plan that involved me.  
    I didn’t speak to Knox for more than a week. Didn’t answer his calls, emails, or texts. When he showed up at my apartment, I didn’t answer the door. I knew he wouldn’t knock down the door. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself.  
    But I’m not stupid. I know that he knows I must be handled gently and often from a distance. I’m the key witness against my father. As long as he keeps me happy, his vendetta can continue without any snags.
    The problem is that I know I don’t have that much leverage. Even if I testify that I saw my father murder Frank Mainello in my living room when I was thirteen years old, Knox will find a way to have me discredited. Not because he’s an asshole. But because nothing will stand in the way of his revenge.
    So I watch what I say and do. He watches my every move. I can feel his presence everywhere I turn. Knox knows all my patterns and vices. All my family. All my coworkers and friends.  
    Friends.
    Discovering that August was in on this plan threw all my relationships into question. Wasn’t it my best friend Lita who asked me to walk her to the train station where I was abducted by Knox’s goons? Wasn’t it Lita who made me question August’s fidelity with a single question?
    Did Knox get to Lita too? That’s exactly what I plan on finding out this afternoon.
    Knox turns around in the shower to face me. He takes my face in his strong hands and kisses me, as if he knows what I’m thinking about. And he just wants me to forget everything except him and his maddening kiss. It works.
    He lightly sucks on my top lip as he pulls away. “Delicious.” He flashes me a cunning half-smile as he slides his hand between my legs and pushes me against the shower wall. “I’m taking you to see your father next week.”
    Shoving two fingers inside me, his thumb caresses my engorged clit. Shockwaves of pleasure pulse outward all the way to my toes and fingertips. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and growls in my ear.
    I laugh as a chill passes through me. “I don’t need to see him.”
    “This is not a request, Rebecca.”  
    He pulls his fingers out from between my leg and slowly lifts it up. He gets my leg all the way up so he can lay a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle as he pushes his cock inside me. He holds my leg up by the ankle as he thrusts into me slowly. The friction of his cock on my clit sends shivers through me.  
    “I don’t want to see… my father in jail… for the rest of his life.” Moan. “But I also… don’t want to see my father.”
    He pounds into me so hard I feel as if he might rip me in half. “He goes to trial in two month…. You’re going to see your father…. I’m taking you myself.” Maintaining his grip on my leg, he laces his fingers into my hair. Then he gently yanks my head back as he pounds me even harder. “On my plane.”
    He tightens his fist around my hair and tugs. My mouth falls open in a tiny gasp. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, silencing me. Proving I have no choice in this matter. Knox does what he wants. And I do what he wants. So next week I’ll go with him to see my father, the murderer, for the first time in four years.

2

    Knox’s voice blares like a siren in my mind, warning me not to tell Lita anything about him or his involvement with August and my father. Of course, Lita has been texting and calling me non-stop for the past