Page 60 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

I quickly snatch them up and throw them toward the door I left slightly ajar. This might be a game, but we both know the thrill is really in the capture.

Forgetting the fact that I’m currently standing in what I assume is someone’s master bedroom butt naked, I quickly look around. Not finding a location that does it for me, I stalk toward the huge bed. I swear it’s big enough for at least four people. That thought only stirs up more questions about the owners of this place.

Lowering my arse to the edge, my pulse thunders in time with Toby’s approaching steps, and the riot of butterflies continues to multiply in my belly.

My gasp rips through the air when he comes to a stop outside the door, his shadow filling the few inches I left it apart a beat before the small heap of lace I threw over there is stolen.

“Mmm, smells like my girl could be close,” he murmurs. “I can almost taste my sweet, sweet vict—” He swings the door open and his words cut off when he finds me resting back on my palms with my legs spread and my chest heaving.

“Shit, Demon.”

In seconds, his hoodie is on the floor, his shoes and socks are off, and his fly is ripped open.

The way he moves toward me can’t be described in any way but a prowl, his eyes drinking me in and eating me up all at the same time.

My breathing only becomes more erratic as his scent hits me, and my core only gets slicker with need.

“Well, well, well, look what I have here. A little mouse in my trap, ready to be destroyed.”

He drops to his knees, his eyes impossibly dark as his tongue sweeps along his bottom lip as if he can already taste me there.

“But you won, I thought—”

“Oh, baby. I have fucking won.” His hands grip my hips and he lifts my arse from the bed as he latches onto me, his tongue plunging inside me as my head falls back on a scream of pleasure.