Page 125 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

“Because you’re so keen to do the job yourself,” I snap, my body aching for the release he ripped from me.

“You want my cock, Hellcat?” he asks, his crazed eyes holding mine as his grip on my throat tightens until I wonder if he’s actually planning on me passing the fuck out.

“You know I do.”

His eyes hold mine, some bizarre internal debate warring behind the dark and dangerous depths which confuses the fuck out of me, because ultimately, I’m just a girl standing here, asking for him to put his very obviously hard dick in me.

I’m not sure I really see the issue.

I have no idea what changes, or what decision he comes to, but one second he’s lost in his own head and the next my skirt is around my waist and his knife is slicing into both my knickers and the skin above my hip.

“Argh,” I cry out at the sting, but he doesn’t stop, thank fuck.

The knife clatters to the floor as he rips his trousers open and violently shoves them over his arse, wrapping his hand around his huge cock and stroking hard as his eyes run over the length of my mostly exposed body.

“You did this. Just remember that,” he warns before his hands wrap around my thighs and I’m lifted from my feet and pinned against the window with his hips.

His length teases my soaked entrance, and he groans, feeling just how ready I am for him.

“You been taking your pill?” he asks, and without thinking about how he knows what kind of birth control I’m on, I nod.

Thank fuck I didn’t plan on saying anything, because the second he thrusts his hips, the second his giant cock pushes inside me, all thoughts, words, sense, everything falls from my head as my body tries to adjust to what’s happening below my waist.

“Oh fuck,” falls from my lips as he pushes deeper, forcing my body to let him in.

“Relax, Hellcat,” he groans in my ear as if he’s in physical pain. “You were fucking made for me. You can take it.”

Doing as I’m told, I blow out a long breath, and the second he feels me go limp, he thrusts forward, filling himself to the hilt.

I have no fucking idea where I end and he begins, and it’s fucking everything.

Releasing one of my thighs, his fingers twist into my hair and he drags me so my nose touches the tip of his. His eyes hold mine. They’re still dark, but I swear there’s also some twisted excitement within them.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

Our breaths mingle as our chests heave.

I sense he’s trying to tell me something important with that warning, but fuck, his cock is twitching inside me and the only thing I can think about is how it’s going to feel when he moves.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I say six words that are sure to get me what I want. “Fuck me like you own me.”

His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, and his nostrils flare a beat before he pulls out. Then on a roar, he slams back inside me.

“Theo,” I scream as he hits me so deeply I can’t decide if it hurts or not. “Fuck. Fuck. More,” I cry as he starts pounding into me like a man possessed.

Dipping his face into the crook of my neck, he drags my head to the side and sinks his teeth into my skin.

I don’t realise he’s drawn blood until he moves me once more, slamming his lips down on mine, and I taste the copper on him.

It’s dirty, and wild, and fucking everything I’ve been craving from him, everything I knew he was capable of long before I was even ready to admit that I wanted him.

“Yes,” I cry, ripping his shirt open, sending buttons pinging off in all directions so I can sink my nails into his shoulders, spurring him on further.