Page 158 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Stella

My legs are like jelly as I climb from the back of Seb’s car with his cum coating my thighs. My core aches, my muscles clench, desperate to have something to hold onto to recover my lost orgasm.

My throat is dry and my head spins with the lingering effects of the alcohol I’ve consumed that Seb’s brutal touches haven’t yet managed to rid me of.

I knew what I was getting myself into tonight. I knew I was playing with fire. But after the past two days at school and having to constantly look over my shoulder, I was more than ready to get burned.

It was reckless and dangerous—and not just for me—but I fucking needed it. And damn if I don’t feel better for it already, despite my stolen orgasm.

I need to be me again. I needed to rebel. I needed that rush, that adrenaline. But more than anything, I needed that Seb.

He’s been so sweet, loving, considerate… and while I appreciate that after everything we’ve been through in the past few weeks, I needed that boy I first met. The one who didn’t handle me like I was made from glass, the one who makes it hurt, who branded himself on my soul before either of us knew he was capable of it.

“You look like a whore,” he spits at me the second he’s out of the car, his dark, angry and hungry eyes running down the length of me as I stand there holding my ruined dress up, covering my bare breasts.

“And whose fault is that?” I smirk, knowing full well that I looked perfectly acceptable until he got his hands on me.

Stepping up to me, he grips my jaw in his hands, his fingertips digging into my skin in the most delicious way.

The tip of his nose hits mine as our eyes connect.

My chest heaves as I wait for him to kiss me, but he never does.

“Get inside. We’re not done.”

I should fucking hope not.

“Good,” I purr, closing the last bit of space between us and rubbing his semi through his pants.

“Inside. Now.”

With his hand on the back of my neck, he pushes me toward the entrance.

Another car pulls in behind us, and when I look back, I watch as Carl and Cass climb out of the black Range Rover they took us to the club in. I have no idea if they were following us or cleaning up the mess Seb left behind, but also, I don’t really care.

“You two had better hope her persuasive skills are good if you want to stay alive,” Seb mutters, his deep and dangerous voice sending tingles right through me.

Catching Carl’s eye, I wink silently, telling him that I’ve got their backs before the door slams closed behind us.

No words are said between us as he pushes me up the stairs, his hand burning the back of my neck while the rest of my body aches for his touch.

Everyone’s already sitting on the couches with drinks and knowing smirks playing on their faces when we arrive.

“Where’s Alex?” I ask, noticing that he’s missing.

“Fucker ran straight into the bathroom the second he got up here. What did you do to him?” Theo asks, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he takes in the state of me.

I can’t help but burst out laughing.

“If he’s imagining you while he’s cracking one out, I’ll fucking kill him,” Seb growls in my ear.

“Rein it in, caveman. He knows I’m yours. He’s witnessed it enough.”

“Stella, are you okay?” Calli asks me, nervously glancing between my ruined dress and Seb at my back.

“Never better.”