Page 61 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

“Two.”

“Not that impressed.”

A squeal rips from my lips as he flips us.

We switch positions, his grip on my wrists so tight I swear my bones rub together.

“You started celebrating too early, babe. Take this as a lesson. Never assume victory until it’s called.”

“I hate you,” I seethe, trying to buck beneath him, but he’s like a lead fucking weight pinning me into the mat.

“You sure, or do you just hate how much you want me?”

“Five,” someone calls again as he lowers down, bringing our noses so close they almost touch.

“Arse. Hole.”

“Aw, come on, Hellcat. We both know you can do better than that,” he taunts.

“Fine, you self-righteous, self-absorbed, pretentious, arrogant arsehole. I hope karma fucks you up the arse with a cactus for this bullshit. Sideways.”

“Fuck, It gets me all fired up when you tell me you love me,” he breathes, his eyes locked on my lips.

“Two.” I barely hear the countdown as electricity crackles between us.

“You must be gutted you lost, babe,” he drawls. “Now you’re not going to get anything you want.”

“One.”

A wide, smug smile lights up his face but he doesn’t sit up. He doesn’t move a fucking inch.

“Get off me, wanker.”

But he does the fucking opposite despite my attempt to move him.

The tip of his tongue runs along the edge of my jaw, tasting me until his nose hits my ear.

“That’s the thing though, Emmie.” A shiver rips through me, hearing him growl my name. “You might be getting me hard as fuck with your sinful body and wicked words. But the only person who’s going to be making me come any time soon is you.”

Desire shoots through me like a lightning strike and my thighs clench, something I know he hasn’t missed.

“Run out of Vaseline already, boss?” I quip.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest.

“And you can deny it all you like, but I know just how badly you want to make me fall apart for you right now. How much you want to give in and get on your knees before me.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss, my breathing only coming faster as the image he so vividly painted plays out in my mind.

“Nah, because you didn’t win, so you’re not calling the shots. I am.”

A gasp rips from my lungs as he suddenly jumps up, allowing a rush of cold air to race over my burning skin.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser, babe. It was a good fight.”

He grins down at me and holds his hand out to help me up.

Ignoring it, I push to my feet, my eyes lingering on the more than obvious boner he’s sporting behind his shorts.