Page 88 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

My brows pinch as I think about the two times we’ve been together. I wouldn’t exactly describe that as a hell of a lot, but whatever.

Stupid fuck hasn’t even kissed me. Or fucked me.

If he’s trying to mark his territory or whatever the hell this is, then he really should up his game.

“Like you’d care either way. Your morals are so loose they’re almost non-existent.”

“Oh, Hellcat,” he says, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. “You have no fucking idea.”

A gasp rips from my lips when he tugs the hoodie apart and hungrily stares down at my hard nipples, which are more than obvious beneath my thin tank, and he pushes his hand beneath the fabric of my pyjama bottoms.

A low growl rumbles in his throat when he discovers that I have nothing beneath them.

“You’ll have me thinking you were waiting for me,” he murmurs, pushing two fingers lower and plunging them inside me. “Fuck. You were, weren’t you?”

I shake my head almost violently with my need to deny the truth. “No,” I cry into the silence around us.

“You wanna get us caught?” he asks, his lips brushing my cheek, his hot breath flowing down my neck and making me shiver.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here. Y-you should—”

“I don’t think you want me to be anywhere else, Hellcat.”

“Fuck,” I moan when he hits that spots that makes bright lights flash behind my eyes. “B-but why?” I try again, my hips writhing, meeting his fingers thrust for thrust.

“Because…” he starts, but then he pauses and looks me dead in the eyes, “I wanted my Christmas present early.”

Darkness engulfs his green depths a second before he rips his fingers from my body, leaving me cold and empty.

My muscles ripple, desperate to feel the delicious stretch, the pressure in just the right place.

“Well, you’re not going the right way about it,” I hiss, but it’s too late, he’s already putting his plan into action. And, more than that, I already know that I’m going to let it happen.

Because honestly, I think there could be a chance that I want it even more than he does.

His fingers grip my hair, and with a painful shove, I find myself on my knees before him once more.

I’ve barely managed to steady myself before my hands are reaching for his waistband.

“Greedy girl,” he damn near groans when I drag the zip down and tug the fabric over his hips, freeing his thick cock.

With my eyes locked on it, I wrap my fingers around the width, loving just how hard and smooth he is against my hand.

“Shit,” he hisses, staring down at me with this intense look that makes my pussy flood. It quickly occurs to me that this is the first time he’s allowed me to touch him, and I can only imagine he’s having the same reaction as I have every time he touches me.

His fingers, even the lightest graze, burn me from the inside out.

I’ve never ached for a guy before like I do for him. Like I might actually die if I don’t feel him stretching me open with that huge dick sometime soon.

“You gonna put that dirty mouth on me, Hellcat?” he growls when I do nothing but stare, my mouth watering with every second that passes.

I nod, but the movement is so small I doubt he sees it in the darkness.

Leaning forward, I lick up his tip, tasting the precum that’s already leaking.

I groan when his taste fills my mouth.

“Gonna need more than that, tease.”