Page 68 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

His Lordship: Is that why your pussy is so slick for me. Hate?

“Yes,” I hiss, assuming he can’t actually hear me, but what the fuck ever.

Releasing my phone, I drag the shirt over my head and throw it at the window, laughing as it collides with the glass and falls to the floor.

His Lordship: I love your fire. Makes me so fucking hard.

“Show me,” I moan, squeezing my breast and pinching my peaked nipple until a moan rumbles in the back of my throat.

My phone buzzes.

“Holy fu—” I sit bolt upright. “How’d you do that?” I ask, staring at the window.

His Lordship: Trust me, Hellcat.

Emmie: Never.

His Lordship: Lie back, prop your phone up so you can see it. You’re going to need both of your hands.

“Oh God,” I moan, doing exactly as I’m told, because, despite my better judgement, I’m fucking powerless but to follow his demands.

His Lordship: Just the devil, babe. Don’t be mistaken by my looks.

“Conceited dick,” I half snap, half moan as I take the lead and cup both of my heavy breasts in my palms.

His Lordship: Pinch your nipples. Hard. Imagine it’s my teeth.

“Theo,” I cry, my back arching off the bed as I follow orders.

His Lordship: So. Fucking. Beautiful.

His Lordship: I’m aching for you, babe. Fucking aching.

“Touch yourself. I want to imagine your hand wrapped around your cock,” I moan.

His Lordship: Can’t do that, babe. Remember what I said earlier. Only you.

“You’re not actually serious?”

His Lordship: Deadly.

His Lordship: I need you.

His Lordship: I want you.

His Lordship: I’m fucking dying for you.

His Lordship: Touch yourself, Hellcat. Show me how you play that pretty pussy.

I’m a moaning, writhing, desperate ball of lust as my hand slides down my belly.

“Yes,” I hiss when my fingers connect with my swollen clit.

His Lordship: You fucking undo me Emmie Cirillo.

“Theo,” I cry, letting my other hand join the party and pushing two fingers deep into my pussy.

I don’t care whether he’s doing it or not, the second my eyes slam shut, I picture him with his hand wrapped around his cock, his muscles pulled tight as he works himself almost violently in his need to be here with me.