Page 132 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

“See,” he says, threading his fingers into my hair and pulling me toward him. “This is why I love you.”

He captures my lips before I have a chance to respond—not that I would, because he’s nowhere near ready to hear anything close to that kind of confession. He’s still too busy beating himself up about everything that’s gone on before and all the ways he hurt me to even believe me if I were to say the words.

He kisses me deeply, passionately, ensuring I feel every bit of that confession right down to my toes.

When he pulls back, he only goes as far as to rest his brow against mine, our heaving breaths mingling as we fight to get ourselves back under control.

“I’m serious,” I tell him. “I want a gun.”

“You’ve got one,” he rumbles, dragging up the memory of him trailing it around my body that night he snuck into my bedroom.

“Not one from you. From Damien.”

“Fuck, baby.”

“So, what do I have to do to get one?”

His lips move to my ear before he whispers. “Make your first kill.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Fuck,” he barks, tugging at his pants and making me laugh. “That gets me all kinds of hard, baby.”

I look up at him through my lashes. “If you’re good, I might even let you watch.”

His hands go to his waistband, and faster than I thought possible, he’s got his cock in his hand.

“Ride me, baby. I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”

“You say the most romantic things to me, Sebastian,” I purr, sliding from the bed and dragging my panties down my legs, pulling them off over my boots.

“You love it,” he growls as I climb onto his lap, grinding my pussy against him. “Fuck. You’re wet.”

Slipping my arms over his shoulders, I brush my lips across his cheek.

“So fill me.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. He holds himself up, allowing me to impale myself on him.

“Yes,” I cry as he groans in pleasure. I make no attempt at smothering any further ones that rip from my lips, knowing that Theo is only out in the living room.

As far as I’m concerned, he deserves a bit of torture after all the bullshit as well.

Seb rests his palms back on the bed, allowing me control. I circle my hips before using his shoulders for leverage to help me move on his length.

To be fair to him, he lets me have control for longer than I was expecting him to, and it’s not until he watches me fall for the first time, using him for exactly what I needed, before he grips my hips and flips us, turning the tables and taking back control.

I can’t help but laugh as he slams back inside me, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of my neck.

“What?” he moans as my amusement causes me to clench around him.

“Just can’t let go, can you, caveman?”

“Just lie back and take it, Princess. You know you love it.”

He thrusts his hips, hitting me so deep that I see fucking stars before a loud hammering starts on the door.

“Fuck off, bro. We’re busy.”