Page 128 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

I wrap my fingers around the straps of her vest and tug until the sound of ripping fabric fills the room and it falls away from her body.

“Better,” I murmur, moving down to get to her panties.

The second they’re off, I stuff them into my back pocket.

“I wonder how many I’ll have before I finally break you, Hellion.”

“Not going to happen. I’m not some weak damsel in distress. I won’t cower to you. You’ll have to kill me first.”

“Oh, that can certainly be arranged. But then we’d miss out on all this fun.”

Wrapping my hand around her thighs, I push her legs wide, settling between them.

She fights, but not enough to stop me, and the second I blow a stream of air down on her swollen cunt, she immediately stops, losing herself to what she wants the most.

Her body jolts when I do it again, only closer this time, and her hate-filled eyes bore into the top of my head.

Rolling my eyes up her body, I capture them with mine and smirk.

She wants to demand I leave again, I can see it in the hard set of her mouth, but the slight frown that mars her brows point to her inner turmoil.

“You smell like sin and really fucking bad decisions, Hellion.”

“Then walk out as fast as you entered,” she grits out, although the roughness of her voice tells me she wants the complete opposite.

“You’d only be torturing yourself and you know it.”

“I don’t need you. Remember that vibrator I mentioned? It’s fully charged and ready to go.”

A laugh falls from my lips and the line between her brows deepens. “It’s funny that you think I’ll allow that to happen.”

“You don’t control me, Seb. I can do what I want. It’s my body. My pleasure.”

“Not anymore. It’s mine. All of it.”

Spreading her wider, I drop my lips to her cunt before she can snap out a biting comeback.

I lick up the length of her before sucking her clit into my mouth and nipping at her until she can’t hold her tongue any longer and squeals in pleasure.

“Fucking hate you, Sebastian.”

I chuckle against her and she moans, her hips rolling against my face, trying to get exactly what she needs.

Dipping my tongue lower, I push it inside her, lapping at her juices and letting her taste explode in my mouth.

Yeah. Obsessed doesn’t even come close to what this is.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I hold her still as I continue working her, feeding my addiction as she moans and cries out above me.

I watch all of it, my cock impossibly hard with its need to sink deep inside her.

“Oh fuck, please,” she begs when I pull back a fraction just before she’s about to fall. “Seb.”

I laugh, brushing my lips over the healing skin on her thigh that bears my name.

Fuck yeah.

I give her five seconds to come down from the impending high before I start again.

I’m not ready for her to fall. When she does, I’m going to be so deep inside her that she’ll be able to feel it until this time next week.

“Oh my God,” she sobs, tugging against her bindings as I lap at her once more. “S-Seb.”