Page 59 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

“Weird fucking prick,” I mutter to myself as I attempt to wring the water out and turn to stop the shower.

I’ll have to have another when I get home.

My hand just touches the dial when the warmth of a body burns the bare skin of my back.

I still, overwhelmed by shock that he came back. I’m so stunned that I don’t even think to fight when his fingers wrap around my wrists and pull them both behind my back.

I very quickly regather my wits when he starts wrapping something around them, binding them together tightly.

“What are you doing?” It’s meant to come out harshly, but damn it, my voice sounds needy and desperate.

A dark laugh falls from his lips as his burning fingers grip the back of my neck, pressing me against the cold wall. My nipples pebble as the shower dial digs into my stomach.

“Don’t make me fucking regret this, Hellcat,” he groans before the fingers of his other hand brush down my spine.

“Oh God,” I moan, unable to keep it in.

It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this that I’m already on the verge of combusting from the anticipation alone.

“You want this?” he breathes, his fingers moving over my arse.

My hips roll in my need, and the second his foot hits my ankle I follow orders and widen my stance, giving him the access I desperately need him to have.

His touch is so light, so gentle, nothing like I expected from him.

My entire body trembles, a demand for him to touch me properly dancing on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. Something tells me he wouldn’t take too kindly to me attempting to throw my weight around. Although that might also be exactly—

“Holy fuck, yes,” I scream when his restraint finally snaps and he forces two fingers inside me.

“Jesus,” he grunts as if he’s in physical pain.

I know why. No one’s stretched my cunt out for a very long time. I bet I’m as tight as a fucking nun down there.

His fingers push in further, and it’s not exactly a challenge for him, seeing as I’m fucking dripping.

If being full of his fingers didn’t feel so head-spinningly good, then I might be a little embarrassed at showing him so blatantly just how badly I need this—him.

“So fucking wet for me, Hellcat. You’ve been imagining this, haven’t you?”

He pulls his digits almost all the way out of me, pushing them up to circle my clit and cover me in my own juices.

“N-no,” I argue, even though we both know I’m lying through my teeth. He literally has the evidence of my dishonesty all over his fingers.

“You like lying to me, don’t you?”

His fingers circle me in the most delicious way that his words don’t even register.

“Yes,” I cry when he dips them back inside me again.

My knees tremble and my pussy clamps down on him.

I’m so freaking close already. It’s fucking embarrassing.

“I don’t fucking think so,” he grunts, forcefully pulling me back and slamming me into the other wall so I’m facing him.

The dark hunger in his eyes makes my breath catch, but that reaction is nothing compared to the shock that races through me the second I drop my eyes and see him.

All. Of. Him.