Page 88 of Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 1)

I nod, almost too lost to my desire to even hear the words.

He lines himself up and then drops me, impaling me onto his body as my eyes roll back in my head.

Not giving me a chance to adjust to his size, he almost immediately pulls out before thrusting back in so hard I see stars.

“Fuck me. Yes. Yes,” I cry.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he holds me up with just one arm and his pistoning hips. His other hand grabs my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple and sending a bolt of extra pleasure straight toward my pussy.

His hot breaths tickle over my ear and down my neck as he continues his punishing rhythm.

“Who do you fucking belong to, Hellion?” he demands, his rough cheek brushing against mine, scratching my soft skin.

“Fuck you.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Argh,” I scream when he pinches my nipple hard. Almost too hard.

“I am going to fucking ruin you, Princess.” His words aren’t a warning, they’re a promise, and fuck if they don’t make my orgasm come racing forward. “Come, Hellion. I want your cum all over my cock.”

“Se—Oh God,” I cry, refusing to let his name fall from my lips in case he takes that as me admitting his ownership of me.

My release slams into me right as Seb’s cock jerks deep inside me and a deep growl rips from his lips.

I scream out my release, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure.

My orgasm is so intense it drains the life out of me and I cling to him, my body limp and lifeless.

That fucked out bliss only lasts for a few short seconds, though, because he pulls out of me and lowers my feet to the floor.

In a moment of panic, I reach out and grab his face, not ready to let him go just yet.

He allows me to drag him back to me until our lips are almost brushing.

“Kiss me. I dare you.”

“No thanks.” He’s barely finished talking when he drops to his knees before me.

My first thought is “fuck yeah, that’s hot,” but then he pulls my knife back out and I swallow nervously.

“W-what are you—shit.” Wrapping his fingers around my ankles, he forces my legs wider, giving him the perfect view of my cunt and my thighs which are glistening in the evidence from our releases. “Seb?” I ask, hating that there’s a slight quiver to my voice.

“I don’t kiss whores, but no one out there will fuck anything that belongs to me.”

“Holy fu—” My words falter as he lifts the knife to my upper thigh and begins carving an S into my skin. “You’re fucking insane,” I squeal, although it doesn’t escape me that I never once try to get away as he pulls back to study his handiwork before adding a P.

“There,” he says, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sore skin to collect up the blood.

His lips part and I watch like the whore he accused me of being as he sucks on his digit.

Biting down on my bottom lip, my mouth waters to be the one attached to his mouth once more.

There is something seriously fucking wrong with me.

“You’re so pretty when you bleed for me, Hellion,” he whispers, staring at the wound as blood pools again.

This time, he forgoes his thumb and instead leans forward, lapping at the blood like I’m his favorite taste in the world.