Page 125 of Devious Knight
“Used to it.”
“What about the host of women you’re supposed to use those boxes of condoms on?”
I smirk and shake my head. “No. There is no host of women. And for the record, we’re not using condoms. I’m clean, and you’re on the pill.”
Her brows furrow. “How did you know that?”
“I told you; I know everything about you.” I tug on her arm again, and she seems to loosen up. “Come on, we’re nearly there.”
We reach the entrance two minutes later, and I disable the camera at the entrance. This is the only one we need to worry about. The other cameras focus on the sections outside of the courtyard.
Once I’m done, I open the metal gate by picking the lock. This section of the campus is the oldest and doesn’t have the modernized security systems like the rest of the campus. I have a feeling that if they could, the entire campus would be like this. The Knights are old school and live in the past. I can’t say I blame them.
My grandfather was like that. Always talking about the ancient Greeks and family traditions that came from olden times. He hated modern life.
Isabelle and I walk through the gate and into the courtyard, where we’re greeted by old stone archways and walls covered in vines.
In the center is the platform where the execution ritual is carried out.
Isabelle looks at it with worried eyes. “I wonder when they used that platform.”
“Ten years ago. A senior Knight went on a vengeance spree for a business deal gone wrong and slaughtered fifteen families including their kids.”
“That’s evil.”
“I hear he’s the worst of the ghosts here.” I grin at her
“Kade, I’m scared enough as it is.”
“No need to be scared when you’re with me. Let me show you the fun parts.”
I lead her through the courtyard and around to the secret pool, which is actually more like a spring. Across from it is a stone statue of an angel holding a broad sword, guarding the entrance to the catacombs. Next to that is a cobbled pathway leading to a little waterfall that goes into the caves.
To look at it, you wouldn’t think we were still in Boston. It looks like something from a mythical place.
On seeing our enchanting surroundings, Isabelle’s face lights up and all traces of her fear fade. “Wow. This is absolutely beautiful. I never expected it to look like this.”
“This is where all the cool kids hang out.”
“I can see why. What do we do now?”
“Take our clothes off. First, we play, then we go for a swim.”
Her eyes widen and her smile flatlines. “What? Out here? We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.”
“Someone could find us.”
“No, they won’t. It’s just us out here. Out here under the moon, on an old ritual ground.” I tug on the hem of her skirt, eager to get her naked again. “Take your clothes off for me, Isabelle.”
I hold her gaze, staring deeply into those beautiful bright eyes that have started to trust me.
Taking a deep breath, she nervously lifts her top over her head. I watch her, watch the tremor in her hands, watch the timid expression splay across her face. I commit it to memory. The same way I do with the vision of her undoing her bra and releasing her gorgeous breasts.
My dick hardens at the sight of her, topless in her little skirt, and I can’t resist. I reach out and pull her flush against me.
“I’m going to lick every inch of your body,” I whisper into her ear.