Page 53 of Devious Knight

He presses his body harder into me, and my shock levels go through the roof when I feel the solid bulge of his cock.

The mirthless grin sliding across his lips tells me he knows I can feel him.

Asshole. He’s getting off on my fear. But… damn me, too, knowing I made him go hard for me does something wicked to my mind and body that spikes every nerve inside me and a bolt of unwanted arousal ravages my insides.

“I told you you’re mine,” he whispers across my lips.

“I’m not yours,” I rasp out in a weak voice.

“We’ll see about that now, won’t we?”

As I stare at him eye to eye, my heart racing and my lungs squeezing, that dreaded question crawls back into my mind like a poisonous spider.

Kade is fucking with my life because I did something to him. Things have reached boiling point now where I need to know what I did. As long as I’m in the dark, I won’t be able to help myself. It will be like going somewhere new without a map to show you the way.

“What did I do to you to deserve this?”

That smile of his grows. “You took something from me that you can’t give back.”

My eyes narrow. That’s the closest I’ve ever come to figuring this out, but that answer is as clear as mud.

“What did I take?”

“No, no, no, Lolita. Telling you would be way too easy. I’m not going to tell you anything yet.” He brushes his nose over mine, inhales me like he’s smelling a flower, then he gives me a sadistic smile that would rival the Joker’s. “I have you right where I want you, Isabelle Kolyav. Right here at Raventhorn University, where I can punish you in whatever ways I want. The best part is you just fell right into my trap.”

A shiver of terror races down my spine and I tremble under the weight of his impending stare.

Voices of people I know try to push through the fog of doom surrounding me, but I’m locked in the clutches of my enemy.

Thorne and Caspian rush up to us and Kade loosens his grip on me. I can’t look away from him, though, because I know this is the beginning of the end.

My end.

And I just made it easier for him.

Chapter Thirteen

Isabelle

I was fifteen when I first watched The Green Mile. Afterwards I was always fearful of getting myself into a situation that I couldn’t get out of, then having to suffer the same sort of condemnation as John Coffey, the prisoner in the movie.

My situation is not like his. He was innocent. I am guilty. But the same fear I felt years ago when I saw the movie is with me now as I walk down the long, long hallway of the office building with Tiffany.

She’s here as my superior and is supposed to represent me and offer the same support a lawyer would if I’d been arrested.

Unlike the guards in the movie who felt compassion for Coffey, Tiffany wants my head on a spike in front of the building for all to see. If she were in the movie and I were the prisoner, I would have been executed by firing squad in my cell for what I did.

It’s safe to say that my inner Harley Quinn has somersaulted out the building, leaving the real me—who is terrified—to face the consequences.

Things were bad when I thought I was going to be dealt with by Tiffany. I thought I’d be given the third degree and punished. But no, no, no.

The situation got a whole lot worse when campus security came to haul me away, placed me in what looked like an interrogation room for two hours, then informed me that I had to see Aleksander Ivanov.

It’s because of the fire. It’s classed as arson—a criminal offense.

The fact that I set Kade’s bike ablaze on Raventhorn property and apparently nearly damaged the hundred-year-old statue of one of the founding Knights is why I’m here.

I destroyed personal property, nearly damaged what the school classes as a relic, and put people in danger when the bike exploded.

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