Page 148 of Wicked Empire (Knight's Ridge Empire 3)

“Whore,” he mutters against my chest, his hand gliding up my bare leg until he finds my thigh strap, or more specifically, my knife.

He pulls it free and presses the cool flat of the blade against my cheek.

My chest heaves as we stare at each other, my nipples like bullets behind the cups of my corset.

“You wanna play, Hellion?” Seb drawls, dragging the knife over my jaw and down my neck.

“You know I do,” I whisper, trying to slow the movements of my chest when the point of the blade lowers.

He doesn’t cut me—I trust him implicitly not to hurt me—but I feel the slight scratch.

I know just how sharp that thing is, how quickly it could slice me up and leave me bleeding out on this countertop.

“I really love this,” he breathes, running the top of the blade along the edge of the corset. “Sadly, not enough.” He tucks the tip under the fabric covering my breast and tugs.

The lace tears with ease, exposing my heavy breasts.

“Oh God,” I moan, resting back on my palms and arching my body, offering myself up to him.

Moving the knife away, he dips his head, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth and biting down until I cry out.

“Yes. Seb, yes.”

With his mouth still on me, he cuts the rest of my corset away until it falls to the counter as ruined scraps.

Dragging his lips to the other side, he gives that one the same treatment until I’m writhing on the counter, digging my heels into his ass as I fight for the friction I need to get myself off.

“Seb, please. I need—”

“Trust me, Hellion. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

Kissing down my belly, his fingers find the little zipper at the base of my spine and he drags it down painfully slowly.

The second it’s open, I lift my ass from the counter, allowing him to drag it down my legs. He discards it at my knees, letting me kick it off.

“So fucking perfect.”

He kisses a line along the scar on my belly before licking all the way back up it.

“Fierce.” Kiss. “So fucking strong.” Kiss. “My world.” Kiss. “My weakness.” Kiss.

My panties suddenly fall from my body, courtesy of my knife, once more leaving me writhing naked on the counter.

“Died and gone to fucking heaven,” Seb mutters, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip as he studies me.

His fingertip trails around the strap on my thigh, making me shudder. I widen my thighs in the hope it’ll entice him higher.

“Whore,” he says with an amused chuckle.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be—”

“If it gets you what you want?” he finished for me.

“Problem?” I gasp as he releases the strap, dropping it so it joins my skirt.

“Not at all.”

He shrugs out of his jacket, throwing it on the counter before undoing his tie and shedding his shirt, leaving him standing in just his black dress pants that hang low on his hips, showing the band of his boxer briefs and his deep V lines.