Page 119 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

“Like hell there isn’t.”

He chuckles, his eyes holding mine. It’s malicious, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cunt flood with need.

“I know you, Ramsey,” he groans, slipping a finger beneath the lace that’s covering me.

The second he discovers just how wet I am for him, a loud growl rips from his throat, his already dark eyes only getting darker.

Panicked, I turn to the entrance of the club, expecting to see everyone standing there watching, but to my relief, there’s no one there.

“Shit,” I hiss when Theo pushes his finger inside me, bending it in a way that makes me want to submit to him and whatever twisted plan he’s concocting right now.

“See,” he says, a smug fucking smirk pulling at his lips, “you don’t want to be anywhere but at my mercy.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want that, don’t you, Hellcat?”

He rips his finger from me, my body clenching in a pathetic and embarrassing attempt to keep him inside me.

My muscles ripple around nothing, desperate for what he could have given me so easily.

Lifting his hand, he traces my lips with the finger he just had inside me.

“You want me pushing into your cunt, don’t you, Em? You want to be so full of me that you don’t know where you end and I begin.”

I shake my head, denying his words despite the fact that we both know they’re true.

“I bet you’re so tight. It’ll feel like I’m ripping you in two. You want that?”

Again, I refuse.

“You want me to fuck you so hard, the only thing you can think about is how good it’ll be when I finally let you fall. If I let you fall.”

“I hate you.” The words come out weak, my voice dripping with need from the picture he’s just painted so clearly for me, instead of the biting tone I was hoping for.

“No, you don’t. You just want to.”

“Whatever. Let me out of your car. I want to go home.”

He chuckles once more, and I feel the deep rumbling all the way to my toes.

“Yeah, that’s not happening. You’ve got a date tonight, remember?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, Cirillo, I don’t follow orders.”

“No,” he says, leaning in and sweeping his tongue over my bottom lip, tasting me. “You don’t.”

One minute he’s there, almost kissing me and rendering me useless, and the next, he’s slamming the car door on me and clicking the locks.

“What the fuck?” I scream, slamming my palms on the window as he casually walks around the front of the car.

He gestures something to someone inside the clubhouse, but I’m too furious and slightly mortified about what happened in full view of my grandfather that I don’t even bother looking.

“Ready?” he asks the second his arse hits the seat and he turns the engine over.

“No, but something tells me that won’t stop you,” I sulk, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away from him slightly.

“Cute,” he mutters, his eyes burning into my skin.