Page 96 of Wicked Empire (Knight's Ridge Empire 3)

CHAPTERTWENTY

Sebastian

Itoe my trainers off and place my cell on the lounger beside me but keep my eyes on Stella as she flails around in the pool.

I drop my joggers just in time for her head to pop back up.

She wipes the water from her eyes, but her gaze doesn’t move from my dick, fully hard and desperate for her.

“That wasn’t nice,” she hisses.

I take a step forward, my toes curling around the edge of the pool.

“I’m sure I can come up with a few ways to make it up to you.”

She bites down on her bottom lip as she watches me, waiting for me to do something.

“Want some company?”

“I guess that depends on whether you’re going to give me what I need or not,” she sasses, moving backward toward the shallows, slowly exposing more of her naked body to me.

“Don’t I always give you what you need?” I growl, watching her with hungry eyes as her arse hits the edge.

“Well, you’re pretty wasted,” she says with a smirk, taunting me. “I might have to question your skills.”

“Is that right?” I ask, amused as hell that she has the audacity to even question my ability while under the influence. She should know by now that I always do my job. Always.

She tilts her head to the side and studies me as she hops her arse up on the side, letting me see her body.

My cock jerks with my need to push inside her tight cunt. But I stay still, willing to play her game, for a bit at least.

“Yeah,” she says, finally answering my question as she leans back on her elbows, places her feet on the tiles and spreads her legs.

It might be dark in here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see every-fucking-thing.

“I think that maybe…” She gasps as she cups her breast, pinching her hard nipple between her fingers. “I should…” Her hand descends down her stomach and mine mimics, my fingers wrapping around my cock as I watch her. “Do it myself.”

“And you think you can come as hard as I make you come?” I growl.

Her sharp gasp fills the silent room as she pushes two fingers into her pussy.

Fuck my life.

I stroke my cock, but it’s not enough. It never fucking is anymore. Anything less than her is never fucking good enough.

“Yes,” she cries, her back arching, putting on one fucking incredible show for me. I don’t even care that she’s faking it.

I dive off the edge, and a split second later, my body cuts through the water until I come up right in front of her.

“Want a close-up?” she asks, her breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t faking it.

“I want more than that, Hellion.”

Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I drag her fingers away from her cunt.

“Mine,” I growl, pushing the two digits she was fucking herself with past my lips.