Page 156 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

Balling up the scrap of fabric, I stuff it into my pocket.

“Another for your collection?” Stella asks, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

I don’t respond. She doesn’t need me to.

“Oh shit, Seb,” she cries out when I find her swollen pussy and circle my fingertips.

“You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, didn’t you, Hellion?”

“P-please,” she begs when I move my fingers.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes.”

“And you couldn’t have just asked nicely? You had to get that innocent guy’s face fucked up and two of our guys killed.”

“N-no, please don’t. This was all on me. They looked after us. Please,” she damn near sobs as I apply pressure once more.

Her legs tremble with her need and I push my fingers back, spearing two inside her.

“Yes,” she cries.

“You only had to do one thing, Hellion. Stay at fucking home,” I mutter, mostly talking to myself as I fuck her greedy cunt, pushing her closer to the release she’s so desperate for.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“No you’re fucking not,” I state, ripping my fingers from her and lifting them to her mouth. “Suck.”

She doesn’t miss a beat as she hungrily sucks my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them just like she does to my cock before taking me in her throat.

My dick aches, pressing painfully against the fly of my trousers.

“Fuck this,” I mutter, ripping my belt open and shoving the fabric down my hips, just enough to free myself.

Stella doesn’t release my fingers, but her eyes lock on my cock as I stroke myself a couple of times.

“This what you want?”

She nods eagerly.

“This was what tonight was all about. I fucking love that you missed me, baby, but it was all a little unnecessary when you could have just asked for my cock.”

I thrust up into her without warning, fully seating myself in a second.

Her walls ripple around me, making my teeth grind as I try to keep my shit together. She might fucking own me, but right now, she doesn’t need to see it. See how she brings me to my knees with just one fucking look, one touch, one wicked comment.

Dragging my fingers from her mouth, I wrap my hand around her throat once more, loving the way her eyes flash with desire the second I do. I roll her nipple with the other, making her gush around my length as I slowly thrust up into her.

“Yes,” she cries when I circle my hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that drives her crazy.

“Enjoy it, baby. You’re not coming.”

“W-what?” she stutters, her eyes widening in shock.

“You heard me. You don’t deserve it. You wanted punishing for this little stunt. This is where we begin. Take my cock like a good little girl. You’re not getting out of this car until it’s with my cum running from your body.”

All her breath rushes from her lungs.