Page 61 of Devious Knight

Shit, this is all I need right now. I should have guessed it was her. She’s been trying to get back in my bed for weeks. Now here she is. Literally in my bed.

Lana smiles at me with raw seduction then sits up, her perky tits bouncing and her hair looking as wild as if she just had sex.

“Finally, you’re back,” she coos, then goes on all fours to crawl toward me. “I’ve been waiting for you, Kade Gurkovsky.”

I stare down at her. She’s perfect. Every guy's wet dream. But I don’t feel a goddamn thing. Not until I imagine that she’s sweet little Isabelle Kolyav.

The mere thought sends a rush of blood to my dick and I remember how I had her pressed up against the wall.

The good girl gone bad never realized that, despite the chaos and her wrath, I too was seconds away from losing my mind and fucking her against the wall.

During the seconds I had her all to myself I imagined every filthy thing I wanted to do to her.

That irritating-as-hell obsession worked its way into my mind like a virus, and I couldn’t stop it. Or help myself.

That potent feeling is hitting me again, making me hard.

Lana smiles as the bulge in my pants becomes very noticeable.

“You want me. I’m so glad I came.” She rises to kneeling, then runs her hands over my chest.

She presses her lips to the side of my neck and that’s what snaps my mind back into focus. I could fuck her right here on my bed and imagine anything I want. I could pretend she’s Isabelle, but I’ve never been one to do that.

I can’t start now when I want the real thing with the real girl.

Lana slides her hand down to the waistband of my pants to grab my dick but I catch her wrist, stopping her.

Caught by surprise, she looks back at me.

“You’re hard.” She searches my eyes. “You want me.”

“No, that’s not for you.”

At first she stares up at me like she doesn’t understand, then she does and blinks several times. “Who is it for then?”

“You don’t need to know that.” I step away from her.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I know. Now put your clothes on and don’t do this again. We’re done.”

Her jaw drops and she looks like I just slapped her but I’m glad she doesn’t argue.

Red-faced and embarrassed, she gathers her dress from the floor and slips it on. Then she practically flees from me.

When I hear the front door slam I sit on the bed wondering what the fuck I’m going to do.

This problem of mine is getting worse. What will I be like when I have Isabelle here in my apartment all to myself and doing whatever I want her to do?

Aleksander probably had cleaning duties in mind but I’d rather have her using that hot mouth of hers to clean off my dick.

I could almost laugh at the cruel twist of fate. I rejected the girl who wanted me. Now she hates me and I want her.

You can’t make this shit up.

I head to the shower and jerk off to the vision of her I imagined earlier. Doing so does very little to satisfy me.

The problem returns a hundredfold on Wednesday evening when I get home from football practice and find the real Isabelle standing in my living room.

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