Page 85 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

Daemon’s dark chuckle is all the answer I need.

“Incoming.”

Alex’s words barely register before a hand slides into my hair and I’m physically dragged from between the two of them.

“What the fuck are you doing, you Neanderthal?” I growl, knowing exactly who it is.

“Enjoy the ride,” I hear Alex shout behind us as Seb continues moving us.

“You want to act like a whore, then let’s do it properly.”

My knees collide with the tiled floor, pain shooting up my thighs as his fingers twist tighter in my hair, making my eyes water. He forces my head back so I have no choice but to look at him as he rips open his fly and drags his zipper down.

Oh God.

Heat floods my core at the thought of what’s to come, my clit pulsating in time with the heavy beat of music filling the space down here. The murmur of voices reminds me that we’re not alone, but at no point are they enough to stop me, to demand that he release me or to do something to make him.

Both of my hands are free and I’ve got a knife in my garter belt. I could get out of this in a heartbeat… if I wanted to.

Seb shoves his pants down, freeing his straining cock, and wraps his fingers around the width.

My mouth waters and my pussy clenches with desire as he moves my face closer to him.

“What makes you think I won’t bite it—”

Ignoring the words I’m spitting at him, he makes the most of my parted lips and pushes his cock past them, his fingers tightening in my hair, forcing me to take all of his length.

I stare up at him, pure hate oozing from my eyes. And while his might be dark with anger that rivals mine, I also see the challenge within them.

He wants me to back down, to be a little pussy and freak out that we’re in a room full of people.

Has he not learned anything about me this week?

Sucking him deeper, I hum in satisfaction when his eyes roll back and his hips jerk at the sensation.

Who has all the power now, motherfucker?

If my mouth weren’t wrapped around his length, I’d smile in accomplishment. But as it is, all I do is allow him to pull me back slightly before he thrusts back inside, fucking my mouth as if he hates me. Which, of course, he does.

His thrusts are brutal, his grip on me painful as he forces the head of his cock down my throat.

Sucking in deep breaths through my nose, I relax my throat and take him, every fucking inch.

He stares down at me with hooded lids, his eyes filled with desire and… pride?

I push that thought away. He couldn’t give a shit about me. He just wanted to make a point about me being a whore.

Fine. I have zero issue with admitting that I like sex. That I like the trickle of unease that flows through my veins. Anyone could walk around the counter and find me down here. Hell, the anticipation that any of his friends could come over and join us. I wouldn’t put it past them to turn this into a group party. They’ve got those kinds of vibes going on with their closeness. The twins like to get freaky together, so it stands to reason that the others do too.

He thrusts his hips one more time, his cock going deeper than before, making me fight the need to gag before he stills and his fingers twist, damn near ripping my hair clean out.

His cock jerks, his entire body locking up a beat before hot cum shoots down my throat.

I keep my eyes on him as he throws his head back and roars out his release, ensuring that anyone who didn’t know what was going on over here now has a very good idea.

The second he’s finished, he tucks himself away and drags me to my feet. His eyes bore into mine for two seconds before hands wrap around my waist and I find myself flying through the air.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream, my head spinning. I’ve had way too much vodka to be hanging upside down.