Page 103 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

“He… uh…” His eyes search mine for a beat, and for the first time, the real Seb stares back at me. All his fears, his insecurities are right there for me to see, his pain from everything he’s suffered in the past pouring from him.

A lump crawls up my throat. The desire to comfort him, to tell him that everything is going to be okay almost gets the better of me, but I bite down on my bottom lip to allow him to finish what he needs to say.

“He wanted me to tell you that…” I suck in a breath, already knowing that whatever he’s about to say is going to make my world tilt on its axis. “I’m falling for you, Hellion.” All the air rushes from my lungs. “Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve already fallen. And it started from the moment I looked into your eyes and you told me you were my perfect woman.” He leans in, his rough cheek brushing mine. “You were right.”

A moan rips from my throat when his lips drop from my ear and kiss down the length of my neck.

“Seb, I—”

“No,” he breathes, his voice rough with emotion and desire.

Pressing his fingers to my lips, he ensures I’m not going to continue.

“I don’t need to hear anything in return. I know I fucked up. I know I hurt you. And I know I don’t deserve this. But fuck, Hellion. I want it. I want it so fucking bad, you have no idea.”

I nod, unable to form words even if he did want me to speak.

He lifts me, and I slide up the door until my legs wrap around his waist and he reclaims my mouth.

Nothing more is said. Instead, he puts everything he has into showing me the truth in his words.

“Seb,” I moan when he drags my hoodie off. It lands on the floor with a thud, reminding me that I’ve got his knife in the pocket.

He pulls back to look at me, his brows pinched.

“It’s yours.”

Lowering me down, he reaches for my hoodie and pulls his knife out.

A smile curls at his lips as something dark flashes through his eyes.

“W-what?”

Twisting his knife around, he takes a step back from me and pulls his own hoodie from his body with only one hand.

The sight of the smooth movement is enough to make my pussy clench, let alone the inches of toned body he reveals. His pants go next along with his sneakers and socks, and all the while I stand there, my breathing ragged as I shamelessly stare at him.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he beckons me over, parting his legs so I can stand between them.

Pushing from the door, I walk over, slipping my hand into his free one when I get to him.

“What?” I breathe as he silently stares up at me.

Lifting his knife, he holds it out for me to take.

“I don’t—”

He scoots back on the bed and pulls the leg of his boxer briefs up to expose his inner thigh.

“Own me, baby.”

All my breath leaves my chest in an explosion of disbelief.

“Y-you want me to…” I trail off. Surely he’s not fucking serious?

“Yeah. Make me yours, Hellion.”

“Holy shit,” I gasp, seeing in his eyes that he really means it.