Page 50 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

All the air rushes out of my lungs at the dominance in her voice, and when she plants her hand against the centre of my chest and pushes me back on the bed,I have no choice but to follow orders.

“You owe me, Cirillo. You owe me a fucking lot more than this, but I figure we’ll start here.”

Climbing back off me, she wraps her fingers around the waistband of my boxers and tugs them down over my hips, letting my more than ready cock bounce against my belly.

Lifting my arse to help her out, she quickly drags my underwear down my legs and discards them on the floor.

I’m so lost to her that I don’t even give the mess a second thought—something I never would have been able to do with anyone else.

“Better,” she mutters, her eyes locked on my hard cock as she crawls back up my legs.

“Fuck,” I breathe when she wraps her tiny hand around me and slowly starts stroking my length.

“This is my favourite part of you,” she tells me matter-of-factly.

“Oh? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Another joke? Careful, Cirillo, you might lose your bad boy image.”

“Never. Everyone is too terrified of me.”

“Everyone?” she asks, settling herself over my waist and planting both her hands on the bed by my shoulders. She stares down at me, her dark eyes are hungry pools I could easily get lost in. Her hair drapes around us like a curtain, hiding us from the rest of the world.

“Everyone but you.”

“Right answer.”

Lowering down, she licks across my bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth.

“How badly do you want inside me?”

“More than you could possibly believe.”

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she warns. “Don’t turn into a girl and think that just because I’m willing to fuck you, it will mean all our issues will magically disappear.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I tell her, although I can’t help but hope it might go some way toward it.

“Good.” Sitting back up, she pulls the lace away from her pussy, allowing me to see that I was right—she’s soaked.

“Em?” I say, reaching for her.

“Nuh-uh. My turn, remember?”

Placing my palms on the mattress, I force myself to stay still as she lifts my cock up to her entrance, coating me in her juices.

“Fuck, you’re wet, babe.”

She moans deep in her throat before sinking down on me.

“F-fuck,” I stutter as her wet heat surrounds me, the tightness of her cunt damn near strangling my cock in the best fucking way.

“Yes,” she cries out, throwing her head back as she moves over me.

“Fuck, Em. You look—” She rolls her hips, grinding down on my cock in the most incredible way, and it cuts off anything I was going to say. “Ride me, Hellcat. Take what you need.”

My fingers twitch to reach for her, to take her hips in my hands and take control, but I fight my need to do so as I watch her come apart on my cock.

“You’re beautiful, Em. So fucking beautiful,” I repeat as her muscles ripple around me.