Page 72 of Wicked Empire (Knight's Ridge Empire 3)

“Tell me this is a first for you?”

“Head on a Ferrari? Y-yeah,” she stutters when I rub her clit. “It’s a first.”

“Thank fuck for that,” I mutter before dipping down once more. I’ve had nowhere near enough of her yet.

I don’t move until I’ve given her two more orgasms and my cock is physically painful in its need to be inside her.

I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, clearing away the evidence of her arousal and our previous releases.

Moving her once again, I wrap her legs around my waist and line myself up with her entrance.

Her body is limp from her releases, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and begging for attention as the cool night air whips around us, but she never complains. She just takes everything I give her, allows me to lose myself in her instead of focusing on my—our—reality.

By the time we’re both racing to the end once more, Stella’s sweat-slick body is allowing her to slide on the bonnet of Theo’s Ferrari.

The angle, the movement, the fact that we’re out in the open and that literally anyone could be watching us right now is fucking mind-blowing.

And when my restraint finally snaps only a second after Stella shatters, my release slams into me like a fucking truck.

I fall over her panting body, a weak heap of tingling nerve endings.

“Fuck, baby. That was—”

“Incredible,” she finishes for me. “We’re gonna have to buy this car off Theo,” she suggests, making me laugh.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna want to burn it when he finds out what we’ve done to it. Owning it seems like a much better suggestion."

She shivers beneath me and it’s the reality check I need—although I don’t want—that it’s the middle of winter.

“Shit, baby. You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine. Could do this all night.”

“Whore,” I breathe softly in her ear as I scoop her up and wrap her in my arms.

I hate to suggest going home, but I know it needs to happen.

We work in silence as I help get Stella dressed, her limbs like spaghetti after the orgasms I dragged out of her.

“Are you going to be okay to drive?” I ask when she has to hold onto the side of the car once more to steady herself.

“I’m not letting you, if that’s what you’re getting at. You’re wasted and stoned.”

“Doesn’t stop me performing,” I quip. “Arms,” I demand, holding out her hoodie for her.

“Where’s my bra?”

“You don’t need it. Easier access for me when we get home.”

Shaking her head at me, she allows me to walk her around to the driver’s side. I kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe before I allow her to drop down.

“Get your drunk ass in before you pass out.”

“I’m totally in control, Hellion. It’ll take more than a shared bottle of vodka to knock me out.”

“Sure thing. Get in before I leave you in my dust.”

“You wouldn’t.”