Page 64 of Devious Knight
He reaches for a lock of my hair and we both watch the ends curl around his thumb. I move away from his touch but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.
Now I’m even closer.
“You could be in jail right now, Isabelle.” He says my name as if he’s stroking each syllable with his tongue, his tone is filled with a hint of possession. “You could be sitting in a cold cell shaking with worry about what’s going to happen to you. But I dropped the charges.”
“I won’t thank you, because I’m not sorry.”
My answer seems to amuse him. A spark of humor creeps into his eyes and dances with the fragments of desire I can clearly read.
He’s doing that thing again. Another mannerism I’ve picked up. It’s when he looks at me like he hates me but his eyes tell a different story.
Kade stares into my eyes, his thinning gaze rooting me in place. “I’m not sorry either, Lolita. I’d destroy your sculpture all over again just to keep you here.”
Those selfish words yank me back to my furious state and I feel even more enraged. Of course he’s not sorry for what he did. He’s an asshole so he must have enjoyed every second of bashing my sculpture to hell and destroying my artwork.
“I know you’re not.” I nod firmly. “That’s why I hate you.”
His eyes regain that scary cold edge and he tightens his grip around my arm. “You wish you hated me, Lolita, but you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.” I speak with the conviction of a general launching into battle.
A moment passes between us when I think he’s going to drop the argument but then he shakes his head and looks at me as though he can see beyond my words.
Like he can see deep inside me to the place where my truth resides.
“No, Isabelle. You might hate what I do and everything I did, but me… you don’t hate me.”
I don’t like the way he sounded. He was too sure. Too right.
I don’t want him to believe he has anything over me, even knowing my deepest thoughts.
I’m about to refute him with another lie, but Kade silences me by pressing his hard body into mine. Before the next second passes he swoops down to capture my lips for that kiss we never had the other day.
Every nerve in my body stills and stands on end, then sparks of electricity dance under my skin and I go up in flames.
I’m so astounded to have his lips on mine that the realization leaves me paralyzed with shock.
I want to be enraged, slap him again like the other day and run far away from the desire numbing my mind. But I can’t keep my body from responding to this.
The girl inside me who used to want him is holding me captive and she won’t let me fight. All she wants me to do is feel. Feel the moment we both daydreamed about for what felt like eons.
The kiss is more than I thought it would feel like and better than any I’ve ever had.
The fire ripples through my soul when Kade presses his cock between my thighs and God help me, I lose myself.
When a little moan slips from my lips he slides his tongue through the seam of my mouth. It strokes mine the way I would imagine him eating me out.
The so-not-like-me thought makes my clit throb and I relish the feeling. It’s a sweet luxuriating sensation that’s different from touching myself, and he hasn’t even touched me there.
Suddenly I’m embarrassingly wet and my pussy aches with a need that leaves me feeling faint and limp as a ragdoll.
I sink into the hard planes of his body and he catches my face, slipping his hand under my chin to deepen the kiss.
He swallows my moans and feeds me more hungry kisses that I can’t resist.
Even though I know I should.
Chapter Sixteen