Page 52 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

“Tell me no, Hellion. I dare you.”

I tilt my chin up in defiance, and he smirks. “Fuck you, Seb.”

“Nah, the only one getting fucked here tonight is you.”

I blink the rainwater from my eyes, and in that split second, he moves, the fabric around me parting and leaving me exposed to him.

“Aw, hell, Hellion. I do like my toys to be pretty before I fuck them up. And I think breaking you is going to be the sweetest fucking torture.”

My back arches when his burning hot hand lands on my bare breast. I tug at his tight grip on my wrists, trying to get free, to hit him or drag him closer I’m not sure, but it doesn’t really matter because his hold on me is too strong.

“Seb,” I cry when he pinches my nipple so hard I swear I feel it in my clit. “Oh shit.” He twists, and it fucking burns, but fuck… “Fuck…” My hips roll, my thighs rubbing together with my need for more.

“I was right. So fucking beautiful falling apart beneath me, Hellion.”

“Make the most of it. You won’t see it again.”

“You’re full of shit, Doukas.” And just to prove his point, he dips his head, circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue, lapping at both me and the rainwater that’s still pounding down on both of us.

“Please.” The plea falls from my lips before I manage to swallow it down.

His eyes flare with desire. Right as a loud crack of thunder pierces the air around us, he sucks my peak into his burning mouth and bites.

“Yes,” I scream, everything south of my waist pulling tight with my impending release from this alone.

“You wanna come, Hellion?” he asks, shifting a little, cluing me in to the fact that I’m not the only one riding the wicked high from this little tryst.

“What do you think, asshole?” I hiss when it’s clear he’s done teasing me.

“I think…” He sits up as high as he can while still pinning my hands into the mud. They’re beginning to sink, being swallowed by the cold, dirty ground above my head.

I want to care. I really do. But I can’t find it in me when he’s touching me, spewing his hatred at me. It does crazy shit to my insides. I might not want to acknowledge what those flutters are because I’m pretty sure only a very skilled shrink would be able to decipher them, but hell if I don’t want them to continue.

“I think that only one of us is going to get what we want tonight.” His free hand moves to his waist and I watch as he snaps his belt open and awkwardly shoves the sopping wet fabric of his pants down enough to release his cock.

My mouth waters as he wraps his fingers around himself, sitting up slightly so he’s hovering over my chest.

I watch him shamelessly stroke himself for long minutes, my thighs rubbing together in a pathetic attempt to dull the incessant throb of my pussy. But it won’t help. Nothing but his touch, his mouth, his cock will give me anywhere near what I need. It’s just a shame that I already fear it’s not going to happen.

Dragging my eyes from his cock, I look up until I find his almost dark eyes that are boring down into mine with a cold and unreadable expression deep within them.

The muscles in his neck are pulled tight and his jaw is set as he gives himself over to the pleasure.

My fingers flex. I’m slowly losing feeling in them with the cold and his harsh grip, but more than that, I just want to touch him, to feel his hard length beneath them and watch him fall at my own hand.

No words are said out loud, but I read more than one of his silent warnings when his orgasm begins to approach and his mask starts to slip just a little.

Pure unfiltered hate stares down at me. It’s such a weird sight mixing with the movement right above my tits. He might hate me, but it’s obvious that he wants me just as much as I do him.

I shouldn’t. I should want Toby. Hell, even Theo. Both of them have at least shown me a little decency since I turned up at Knight’s Ridge on Monday, unlike the guy currently jerking off to the high of his hate for me.

It’s fucked up. It’s wrong.

So why the fuck does it feel so right?

His body locks up and my lips part as I get a front row seat to the pleasure that covers his face seconds before ropes of his hot cum land on my cold, rain-covered chest.

The moment he’s done, he tucks himself away and leans over me, pulling something else from his pocket.