Page 101 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

Ignoring him, I focus on the woman between my legs.

Resting back and stretching out, I lift my hips in invitation and raise my brows.

Her gaze lifts from my obvious arousal, her eyes rolling up my shirt-covered chest until she finally meets my eyes.

I swallow down the groan that wants to rumble up my throat at the sight of her.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Her face is clear of last night’s makeup, and her eyes are blown with desire, the light blue now resembling the deepest ocean. Her lips are parted, allowing her sharp gasps to escape.

“What are you waiting for, Hellion?”

In a moment of weakness, she looks over her shoulder toward the door Toby disappeared through.

Reaching out, I take her cheek in my hand, forcing her back to me.

“Fuck him, Princess. He’s a pussy. Now,” I say, undoing my belt to help her out.

Her hands lift, and in seconds she’s got my jeans around my hips and my aching cock in her palm.

“Remember this, boys. It’s the closest you’re ever gonna get to experiencing it.”

Sliding one hand into her hair, I guide her forward as I rest the other on the back of the couch.

Jealousy burns through the air as she sucks me into her mouth and I fucking revel in it, because she is all fucking mine.

Unlike last night, I allow her to do her thing, and fuck am I glad I do. Fucking her throat was good, but the feeling of her licking up the length of my cock, worshipping me as if I’m her fucking king is every-fucking-thing.

My fingers tighten in her hair, but I never take control as my eyes watch her every movement.

I know what the guys are doing around us. I can see their movements out of the corner of my eye. But my only reaction to them getting off over this is to smirk, because they are never gonna fucking experience it.

“Mine,” I growl when she pulls off my length, my fingers twisting until it hurts.

Her eyes flare with desire before I push her back down and lose myself in her hot little mouth.

I want to hold on forever, but it’s all too soon when my balls start to draw up, the familiar tingling erupting at the base of my spine.

Feeling it too, she ups her pace, sucking me harder and sending me spiralling headfirst into an intense release I’m not going to forget for a while, if ever.

My cock jerks as I moan in pleasure, my cum coating her tongue.

Her eyes hold mine as she swallows, licking at my tip, taking every drop she can get.

Releasing me, she stays on her knees, her lips beautifully swollen from my cock.

My chest aches at the sight of her at my feet, and my muscles burn to reach out and lift her to my lap. But that’s not what this is.

“You can leave now,” I force myself to say, pulling my jeans up and walking away from her as if she’s nothing.

Storming to the bathroom, I have every intention of not looking back, but my body betrays me. Just before the door slams behind me, I fucking turn around.

The sight of her on her knees with her head bowed in shame does something to me, but it’s not something I have the capacity to acknowledge right now.

Resting back against the closed door, I listen for movement or voices on the other side as I will my heart to stop pounding in my chest and for my doubts to vanish.

She needed that.