The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Lisa Ladew
Tags: General Fiction
Daxton would be there for him if he could. He couldn't think of anything he wouldn't do for Knox.
Daxton smiled, thinking he had been right. Knox was getting over it. Daxton had seen it with his own eyes. Knox kissing a woman without her being bound. Knox spontaneously choosing romance over control.
Footsteps on the path behind him interrupted Daxton's musings. He looked back to see Knox and the woman, holding hands, and coming up the walk. Knox locked eyes with him and lifted his chin. In that instant, Daxton felt his confidence waver. He knew that look. Knox was taking her to the green room.
Fuck. So much for growth. So much for health and happiness.
Chapter 4
Daxton
Daxton led the woman into the green room in his brother's large Edwardian home in Presidio Heights, San Francisco. He smiled at her over his shoulder to try to put her at ease. He never understood why more of them didn't just bolt when he explained this part of it. A few had taken off over the years, backing out of the room slowly when they saw the colossal bed with its custom restraint system. But so many more had stayed, seemingly normal women, who had eyed the bed with curiosity and naked excitement.
Over the years, he could think of only three women who had left. Dozens had stayed, many of them trying to put on a good girl act, their eyes darting about the room as they feigned nervousness. Some had actually been nervous of course, and Daxton thought he could always tell the difference, with all the deception detection training courses he had taken over the years. Others owned their desires, and walked in with flat, hard eyes that sparkled with eagerness for what was to come. The ones who had been in the room before always bubbled over with eagerness. Daxton tried not to listen to rumors about his brother, or think too hard about what went on in the green room, but whatever it was made women want to return again and again.
Daxton motioned to the woman to sit on the couch at the far end of the large room. He retrieved a piece of paper and a pen out of a cubby on the wall and took it to her, studying her. She was the epitome of his brother's type. Long, flowing brown hair. Swept cheekbones and defined, warm eyes. Generous mouth. Gentle manner and soft voice. A look his brother loved, and a look most of the women who made it in here wore. Daxton eyed her and wondered if Knox was looking for something specific. If these trysts had any purpose other than relief, than pleasure. No woman who had ever entered this room had ever been more than an occasional sexual partner for Knox, Daxton was sure of it.
Willa had never been in this room as far as Daxton knew, and she was the only woman Knox had dated in the last ... Daxton thought back to when the incident had been. The major fuck up that had broken something inside his brother. That had been thirteen years ago now, when Knox had been seventeen, almost eighteen. Had Knox really only had one relationship in thirteen years?
The young woman looked at him with expectant eyes and Daxton pushed his thoughts away. He would dwell on this later. Or not. It was Knox's life, Knox's choice, and Daxton had no business trying to avoid thinking about his own fucked-up life by focusing on his brother's. Knox was a grown man. A powerful and successful man. If this was how he wanted his sex life, that was his choice.
Except it wasn't exactly a choice Knox wanted to be making, Daxton suspected. Knox had become something of a legend with his kinky ways and his quest for perfect secrecy, making women who were into that practically throw themselves at him. There had been a time when Daxton had thought Knox was a genius for creating this persona, this mystery, this room and everything that went with it. He had thought Knox had done it deliberately, with that outcome in mind. But he knew his brother's heart, and over the years he had to admit that his brother was seeking something he never found in the green room. A dull
Daxton smiled, thinking he had been right. Knox was getting over it. Daxton had seen it with his own eyes. Knox kissing a woman without her being bound. Knox spontaneously choosing romance over control.
Footsteps on the path behind him interrupted Daxton's musings. He looked back to see Knox and the woman, holding hands, and coming up the walk. Knox locked eyes with him and lifted his chin. In that instant, Daxton felt his confidence waver. He knew that look. Knox was taking her to the green room.
Fuck. So much for growth. So much for health and happiness.
Chapter 4
Daxton
Daxton led the woman into the green room in his brother's large Edwardian home in Presidio Heights, San Francisco. He smiled at her over his shoulder to try to put her at ease. He never understood why more of them didn't just bolt when he explained this part of it. A few had taken off over the years, backing out of the room slowly when they saw the colossal bed with its custom restraint system. But so many more had stayed, seemingly normal women, who had eyed the bed with curiosity and naked excitement.
Over the years, he could think of only three women who had left. Dozens had stayed, many of them trying to put on a good girl act, their eyes darting about the room as they feigned nervousness. Some had actually been nervous of course, and Daxton thought he could always tell the difference, with all the deception detection training courses he had taken over the years. Others owned their desires, and walked in with flat, hard eyes that sparkled with eagerness for what was to come. The ones who had been in the room before always bubbled over with eagerness. Daxton tried not to listen to rumors about his brother, or think too hard about what went on in the green room, but whatever it was made women want to return again and again.
Daxton motioned to the woman to sit on the couch at the far end of the large room. He retrieved a piece of paper and a pen out of a cubby on the wall and took it to her, studying her. She was the epitome of his brother's type. Long, flowing brown hair. Swept cheekbones and defined, warm eyes. Generous mouth. Gentle manner and soft voice. A look his brother loved, and a look most of the women who made it in here wore. Daxton eyed her and wondered if Knox was looking for something specific. If these trysts had any purpose other than relief, than pleasure. No woman who had ever entered this room had ever been more than an occasional sexual partner for Knox, Daxton was sure of it.
Willa had never been in this room as far as Daxton knew, and she was the only woman Knox had dated in the last ... Daxton thought back to when the incident had been. The major fuck up that had broken something inside his brother. That had been thirteen years ago now, when Knox had been seventeen, almost eighteen. Had Knox really only had one relationship in thirteen years?
The young woman looked at him with expectant eyes and Daxton pushed his thoughts away. He would dwell on this later. Or not. It was Knox's life, Knox's choice, and Daxton had no business trying to avoid thinking about his own fucked-up life by focusing on his brother's. Knox was a grown man. A powerful and successful man. If this was how he wanted his sex life, that was his choice.
Except it wasn't exactly a choice Knox wanted to be making, Daxton suspected. Knox had become something of a legend with his kinky ways and his quest for perfect secrecy, making women who were into that practically throw themselves at him. There had been a time when Daxton had thought Knox was a genius for creating this persona, this mystery, this room and everything that went with it. He had thought Knox had done it deliberately, with that outcome in mind. But he knew his brother's heart, and over the years he had to admit that his brother was seeking something he never found in the green room. A dull
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