Page 131 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

“NOOO,” she cries out when I rip my fingers from her body, but her complaints are soon cut off when I push them into her mouth. “Clean them. Taste how much you want me,” I tell her, releasing her throat in favour of ripping open my fly and pushing my trousers down over my arse, freeing my cock.

“Do you have any idea how badly I need you? How much I’ve missed you?”

“You’re lying,” she mumbles around my fingers that are still deep in her mouth. “I don’t believe a word that passes your filthy lips.”

“Fine. Don’t. How about I prove it with actions instead.”

I lift her up the wall and her legs wrap around my waist, lining us up perfectly.

“Need you, babe. Need you so fucking bad,” I mutter, my fingers digging into her jaw, forcing her to hold eye contact as I thrust into her.

Her eyes close for a beat as a feral growl rumbles deep in my chest at the sensation, the heat, of her.

But the second they open again, the dark, furious orbs meeting mine, I know I’ve got her.

She needs this too. Possibly even more than I do.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“Fuck you.”

“You already are, babe. Now kiss me like you hate me.”

She surges forward with such force that my barely-healed lip splits open, copper fills my mouth and I’m sure hers too, but her brutal kiss doesn’t falter.

We kiss like it might be our last time as I thrust up into her body, desperately trying to get closer to her, to consume her.

It’s rough, dirty, raw, and everything I’ve been dreaming about since waking up alone in the hotel.

“Come for me, Hellcat. I wanna feel you milking my cock.”

“Theo,” she cries out, way too loudly considering where we are. Not that I really give a fuck. Anyone could walk in right now, the bell could ring and a class could start, but nothing could stop me from taking my wife. Nothing.

Finding her clit, I pinch hard, making her cunt squeeze me so tight I almost fall.

Gritting my teeth, I fuck her harder until she shatters, my name a plea on her lips making something inside my chest splinter yet fix itself all at the same time.

Her nails claw at my shoulders through my shirt as she rides out her high.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, but I don’t give her a chance.

Dragging her from the wall, I pull out of her, put her on her feet and twist her around.

Threading my fingers into her hair, I bend her over one of the empty desks and flip her skirt up over her arse.

Twisting my fingers in the sides of her knickers, I rip them from her body, stuffing them into my back pocket for later.

“Fucking perfect.”

She cries out when my palm connects with her cheek.

“Theo. Fuck. Please. I need—”

“I’ve got you, babe.”

Kicking her legs a little wider, I rub the head of my cock through her wetness.

“Please,” she whimpers, her hand reaching back for me.