Page 160 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

He surges forward, his restraint snapping at my words.

Pain renders me useless for a few seconds, but it quickly eases when he pulls out, sending shockwaves around my body as his grip on my hair tightens.

“Fuck,” he barks again as he pushes back in, loud enough to be heard over the music filtering down from the living room.

I arch back, forcing him deeper now the pain has subsided and my lost orgasm makes itself known.

“That it’s, baby,” he encourages, slipping his hand beneath me to find my clit.

I moan loudly as he plays me perfectly as his hips thrust into me at the most teasing yet delicious speed, allowing me to feel every single movement.

“I’m not gonna last, Hellion,” he tells me after a minute or two of me drowning in him.

“Then come,” I demand. “I want to feel you coming in my ass.”

“Fuck.”

He ups his speed, his fingers dipping into my pussy while his thumb continues circling my clit.

“Oh shit, baby,” he grunts as my muscles clamp down with my impending release. “Come for me, Princess.”

I fucking shatter, screaming out as my body convulses around him, my limbs giving up and forcing me to fall onto the bed.

He’s right behind me, though, and he crashes on top of me as the sounds of our increased breaths fill the room, our bodies slick with sweat sticking to each other as we come down from our incredible highs.

He brushes my hair from my ear, his hot lips tickling against the shell as he says words that make my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

“I fucking love you, Hellion. Never, ever stop pushing me to be the worst version of myself.”

“Deal,” I breathe, already losing myself to my exhaustion from the night.

* * *

Oh my God.

Every single inch of my body aches when I roll over the next morning. My muscles pull, my butt cheek hurts, and a brass fucking band has taken up residence in my head.

I groan, shoving my face into my pillow, praying that sleep will take its hold once again and make it all go away.

I don’t remember much after Seb pinned me to the bed once he came in my ass, but as I lie there, little flashbacks begin to flicker on the edge of my consciousness.

How cold the bathroom counter was as Seb ate me like a starved man. The shower wall. The bed. Again.

Fuck. No wonder everything hurts.

My need for the bathroom stops me from even attempting to go back to sleep.

Throwing the covers off, I gingerly swing my legs over the side and sit up, praying that my stomach doesn’t roll and force me to bolt for the bathroom.

Thankfully, it seems to stay settled, and aside from the continued pounding in my head, the only thing I notice is the state of my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, running my fingertip gently over the bruises Seb left behind.

Finding a glass of water and pills on the nightstand, I eagerly swallow them down and drain the water before walking to the bathroom and risking a look in the mirror.

“Christ.” I look like I’ve been mauled by a bear. Or a bad boy with an anger problem.

I can’t help but smile as I think of the previous night.