Page 95 of Wicked Empire (Knight's Ridge Empire 3)

Lifting one of my legs, he hooks it around his waist and grinds into me.

It drives me fucking crazy, and in only seconds I’m trying to climb him like a tree in my need to get more.

My hands go to his waistband so I can free his cock, but just before I grab the fabric, my feet leave the ground and I’m thrown over his shoulder.

“Seb, what the fuck?” I squeal, grabbing handfuls of his firm ass and squeezing until I’m sure it must hurt. “Ow,” I scream when he retaliates by slapping mine. It burns like a motherfucker, but his hot palm soon comes back to soothe it.

“How wet are you, baby?”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

He chuckles, and the sound of his joy after the day we’ve had makes my heart flutter.

I’ve done that. I’ve helped drag him from the pits of hell he was drowning in earlier.

“That is most definitely the plan, Hellion.”

He continues walking, but with the building in darkness, I don’t get to see much. Although the smell that hits my nose when he opens another door and steps through sure gives me a solid clue about what his plans are.

I’m still hanging hopelessly over his shoulder as he tugs my boots off and lets them hit the floor with a thud.

My wanton moan rips through the silence of the room when he runs his palms up the backs of my legs and squeezes my ass hard.

“Seb,” I groan when he slides a finger between my cheeks until he finds my aching core.

He pushes one digit inside, dipping it into my wetness and curling it in a way that makes my eyes roll back.

“Such a dirty whore, Princess. Do you know what I think you need?”

“No,” I moan as he pushes a second finger in, despite the fact that I know exactly what’s coming.

“You need a good clean,” he says through his laughter before I find myself flying through the air.

“Gonna kill you,” I scream just before the warm pool water swallows me whole and my surroundings vanish.