Page 132 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

“Please what? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me, Theo. Please. Fuck meeee,” she squeals as I fill her in one swift move, fucking her so hard the desk beneath her begins to move across the room.

Wrapping the length of her hair around my fist, I lift her up, arching her back and allowing me to hit a spot I know she loves and is guaranteed to make her shatter once more.

Sweat beads at my hairline and runs down my back. My ribs smart from both holding her up and fucking her so hard.

“You’re mine, Emmie. Mine. I don’t care where you go, how long you hide for, you’re always going to be mine. And. I. Will. Always. Find. You.”

The second her pussy contracts with her next release, mine slams into me like a fucking truck.

My body stills as pleasure consumes me before my cock jerks violently inside her, filling her with everything I have.

“You feel that?” I groan, continuing to fuck her even as my dick starts to soften. “That’s me owning you. Claiming you. Fucking ruining you.”

Dragging her up so she’s standing, I twist her around and slam my lips on hers once more.

She kisses me back just as forcefully, and everything within me relaxes.

She’s back. My girl’s back and everything’s going to be okay.

Everything in my world rights itself for a few blissful seconds before she slams her palms down on my chest, giving me no choice but to back up.

She takes a step away from me, wiping her mouth and noticing the blood on the back of her hand from my lips.

“Emmie?” I ask, coldness washing through me now that she’s put some space between us.

“I really hope that was everything you wanted it to be, Theo, because it was the last time. We’ve got lawyers looking into tearing that stupid fucking marriage certificate up and severing our ties.

“We’re done. Over. And if I have it my way. I’m never coming back here, or anywhere near you ever again.”

“Emmie, no. You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” She steps back farther, swiping her bag from the floor and getting closer to the door. “You were wrong before. I wasn’t fighting for you. I wasn’t jealous of that skank touching you. She’s welcome to you. That punch was for me. And I’d fucking do it over and over again.

“Goodbye, Theo. I want to say it was fun, but it really fucking wasn’t.”

And then she’s gone, the door slamming behind her as if the whole fucking morning was a dream.

Or a nightmare.