Page 159 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

“Turn the music up, or go out,” Seb grunts, clearly fed up with socializing as he pushes me toward the hall that leads to our room.

Our room.

I might have no idea how permanent my stay here is, but those two words still make butterflies erupt within me.

Seb pauses as we pass the main bathroom and slams his fist down on the door. “Theo bought a new tub of Vaseline, if you need to borrow it,” he calls out, much to the amusement of the people behind us.

I snort a laugh when nothing but a grunt comes from the other side of the door.

Seb forges forward, and something tells me that whatever is going to come next isn’t going to make Alex’s situation any better. He should just go out and get laid.

He gives me a shove when we get to our bedroom and I stumble inside, only coming to a stop when I collide with the bed.

“Hands and knees,” he demands, stopping me from flipping over or even turning to look at him when the sound of rustling fabric hits my ears.

I stay there like I’ve been told as he disappears into the bathroom. Each second he’s not touching me feels like a fucking hour, and when he finally comes back, his footsteps getting closer, I damn near moan in anticipation.

My muscles are all locked tight, just waiting to see what he’s going to do to punish me next.

Finally, fucking finally, he steps up to me, one hand pushing my dress up over my ass, the fingers of his other hand dipping between my legs, spreading what’s left of his cum around me.

“Mine,” he growls. As if I really need reminding.

Arching my back, I offer up more of myself to him, desperate to find that mindless pleasure only he can deliver.

But right as I think he’s going to give me what I need, his fingers are ripped away before his palm connects with my bare ass cheek, the loud crack echoing around the room a beat before I cry out.

“Yesss,” I hiss as he soothes the burn for a couple of seconds before repeating the action, twice more, ensuring I’ve got a glowing reminder of him right on my ass. As if the brand on my thigh isn’t enough.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grates out, one hand still soothing the sting while the other dips back to my soaked pussy.

“I’m yours, Seb. All fucking yours.”

“Hell, yes.”

He lowers down, his breath rushing over my ass, and I still. I’m just about to ask what the hell he’s doing when he spits on me.

“Oh God,” I whimper, knowing exactly what’s coming.

My core clenches with need as he brushes the head of his cock against my backdoor.

His hand slides up my spine, his fingers twisting in my hair.

“I can’t promise this isn’t going to hurt,” he murmurs, opening me up with his fingers for a few moments.

“Seb.” His name falls from my lips as nothing more than a needy whimper and only gets louder when he withdraws his fingers and his cock pushes against the tight muscle of my ass.

“Relax, baby,” he soothes, his voice suddenly softer, his demanding tone forgotten for a beat.

I do as I’m told, allowing him to push inside.

“Fuck. Fuck, you’re tight.”

It might be my first experience at this, but fuck if I’m not craving it, the pain, the mindless oblivion that I already know is going to come.

“More,” I beg when he stills about halfway to make sure I’m okay. “Fuck me, Seb. Take what you need. I need it too.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect, baby.”