Page 129 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Stella

My body burns up, my skin flushed with sweat as he continues to drive me toward the brink of insanity.

It was a dream. Just a dream. I was sure of it.

Until it really fucking wasn’t.

My head spins as I race toward my release once more, although I already know he’s not going to let me fall. Sadistic cunt.

If I were dreaming, I’d have come by now, he’d have left, and I’d be in a peaceful slumber. But no, here he is, torturing me with his tongue and dark eyes which shoot up to me every few minutes to ensure I’m still watching him between my thighs. Spoiler alert: I can’t fucking rip them away from him, no matter how close he gets me.

His belt cuts into my wrists, my fingers going numb from the lack of blood flow up there, but with the pleasure building once more in my belly, I forget all about them.

Tears burn my eyes as frustration washes over me once more when he pulls back. I want to cry, scream and lash out but I try to keep it all contained, because that’s exactly what he wants.

He craves my hate, my anger, my violence.

I get it, because I feel the same. His wicked moves, barbed comments, and brutal touches feed something dark inside of me too.

This thing between us, it’s lethal. And if we’re going to continue with whatever this is, then one of us is going to end up burned. Badly.

I kind of can’t wait.

I cry out once more as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, bending them when he finds my G-spot, rubbing it until I see stars.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, hoping like hell that he’s going to let me fall this time. “Cuuuuunt,” I squeal when he rips his fingers from me. “I fucking ha—Oh God.” I cut myself off when I watch him sit up, swipe his hand across his mouth and move his cock to my entrance.

He teases me for a few seconds as our eyes hold, hate and desire oozing from his dark depths, and I’m sure the same look is staring right at him as well.

He pushes the tip inside and my muscles clamp down, desperately trying to suck him deeper, but he holds still.

“Who do you belong to, Hellion?” His thumb presses hard against my healing wound as he says the words, sending a bolt of pain through me.

I growl, still not wanting to say the words.

“Say it, or I’ll walk out right now.”

I glance at the door, and he pulls back.

My panic forces my lips to move before my brain has had a chance to make a decision.

“No, no. Don’t. I’m yours. Yours, okay?”

The most deliciously dark grin curls at his lips, but I only get to enjoy it for a second because he pulls out of me and flips me over as if I weigh no more than a feather.

I land on my knees, my ass high up in the air.

Crack.

“Fuck,” I scream, grateful as hell that the house is empty. If it weren’t, I’m sure someone would be up here by now thinking I was getting murdered.

His palm soothes the explosion of pain on my ass cheek before his cock glides through my pussy, finding my entrance once again.

Instead of teasing me, this time he slams inside me, forcing me to take all of him in one quick thrust.

My entire body lurches forward with his power before his hands land on my waist, pulling me back against him as he circles his hips and makes a loud moan rip from my lips.