Wicked Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire: Wicked Trilogy #1)

by Tracy Lorraine

Ultimately, if I break her, I ruin him. And that’s exactly what I need. What I crave.

All you need to know right now is that you’re mine, Doukas.” His knife continues over my chin and to my throat, where he pushes that little bit harder into my skin. Not enough to cut, but enough to ensure I’m aware of just how much a predicament I could be in right now. “Mine to do with as I please. I deserve it, after all.”

“I think the three of us could be great friends,” I announce, sliding my hand up Daemon’s sculpted chest and wrapping it around the nape of his neck. “How far do you want to push him, Princess?” Alex asks. “I want to fucking ruin him.” Daemon chuckles. It’s a dark and dangerous sound that I’m sure would send a chill of fear through most people. “Your funeral, Princess,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine. Almost instantly, his tongue plunges into my mouth, searching out my own. I still for a beat, not expecting him to go for it quite so forcefully, but the second Alex joins in, his hands running up my stomach and cupping my breasts, a moan of pleasure rips from my throat. My head screams at me to look and see Seb’s reaction, but my body has other ideas as it joins right in with what the twins are doing. They work together in perfect sync. They’ve done this before. More than once. The thought sends a rush of heat between my legs. I’ve been with two guys before, but never twins. The idea is seriously hot.

“Kiss me. I dare you.” “No thanks.” He’s barely finished talking when he drops to his knees before me. My first thought is “fuck yeah, that’s hot,” but then he pulls my knife back out and I swallow nervously. “W-what are you—shit.” Wrapping his fingers around my ankles, he forces my legs wider, giving him the perfect view of my cunt and my thighs which are glistening in the evidence from our releases. “Seb?” I ask, hating that there’s a slight quiver to my voice. “I don’t kiss whores, but no one out there will fuck anything that belongs to me.” “Holy fu—” My words falter as he lifts the knife to my upper thigh and begins carving an S into my skin. “You’re fucking insane,” I squeal, although it doesn’t escape me that I never once try to get away as he pulls back to study his handiwork before adding a P. “There,” he says, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sore skin to collect up the blood. His lips part and I watch like the whore he accused me of being as he sucks on his digit.

“You’re so pretty when you bleed for me, Hellion,” he whispers, staring at the wound as blood pools again. This time, he forgoes his thumb and instead leans forward, lapping at the blood like I’m his favorite taste in the world.

“Oh shit,” I hiss when his finger runs through my wetness, swirling in the cum he left inside me. “Open your legs for anyone else, and they’ll know your mine, Hellion. Mine,” he repeats, bending his finger and sending a wave of pleasure racing through me. Pulling his head back, he rips his finger from me and runs it over his initials, mixing my blood and his cum. It’s like some fucked-up satanic ritual, and my eyes are glued to the patch of my skin he’s touching.

I’m not sure what I’m hoping for. God certainly isn’t going to help me after all the shit I’ve pulled.