Page 92 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

Reaching up, I wipe some away with the back of my hand before plunging two fingers inside her.

Her muscles ripple around me as she gushes. I lap it all up, desperate for more despite the fact that I’m fucking drowning in her right now.

Tipping my head back a little, I find her staring down at me with wide, desire-filled, dark eyes. Electricity zaps through me as our eyes connect.

“Theo,” she breathes before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth sinking into it.

“You gonna come all over my face, Hellcat?” I ask against her, allowing the vibrations of my voice to add to her pleasure.

“Yes. Yes, fuck,” she cries when I push my fingers higher, rubbing more violently at her G-spot.

Her entire body trembles above me as her release races forward.

“Oh my God,” she screams when it finally slams into her.

Her knees buckle, but I take her weight, not stopping my movements as I let her ride out her pleasure, drinking down everything she gives me.

As she begins to come down, panting white clouds of breath into the air above me, I sit back. There’s only one thought in my mind.

I am beyond fucked with this girl.

The moment her eyes open and lock on mine, I know exactly what’s going to fall from her lips.

“Fuck me. Please.” It’s quickly followed by a violent shiver.

Shaking my head, I regretfully slide out from beneath her body.

“I can’t, Em,” I say, hating the vulnerability in my voice.

She spins, staring down at the tent in my trousers.

Taking a step forward, she reaches out a hand, but I catch it before she makes contact.

Her eyes narrow as she stills and her face hardens.

“Lovell Estate pussy not good enough for the mafia prince, is that it? Would fucking me be lowering yourself just a step too far?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Or you’d just rather fuck one of those Barbie dolls you spent all evening entertaining? Am I just a bit of rough to you, a bit of fun for you to use for whatever you want and then just drop?”

Her teeth start chattering and she rips her hand out of my grasp, snatching her pyjama bottoms and boots from the ground and clutching them to her chest.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get you back.” I take a step forward, ready to reach for her, but she darts around me.

“Fuck you, Theodore. I don’t want your pity. Your judgement. Fuck. You. Ow,” she cries as she attempts to storm away, stumbling in the undergrowth.

I catch her easily before she hits the ground.

"Get the fuck off me,” she screams, fighting against my hold, but she’s no match for my strength.

“Thrash as much as you like, Hellcat. I’m delivering you back to your bed.”

“I don’t need you,” she hisses.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth,” I mutter under my breath.

Her eyes narrow on mine, flashing with the need to hurt me.