Page 68 of Devious Knight

“He hasn’t stopped watching us,” I inform them and they both glance at me.

“What are we going to do?”

“Nothing yet. If he hasn’t said anything to anyone or me, it means it’s not time to talk yet. But I’ll be ready when he is.”

“Alright, boss.” Dmitri smirks.

With that plan finalized we jump on our bikes and ride away. I glance back at Alek’s bike and wonder what exactly he’s up to.

He’s watching but he’s not talking. When we’re together he acts like nothing ever happened.

Alek got in my good graces when we first became the elite, but I sincerely hope he doesn’t fuck with me.

I don’t like games where I don’t set the rules but I’ll always play.

And I’ll always win.

When I get back to campus I find myself heading to Isabelle’s apartment.

The moment I rode through the gates she returned to my mind.

Everything I thought of to prevent me from seeing her sounded like bullshit in my head.

I walk up the moonlit path and conceal myself behind a grove of willow and pine trees. From here I have a good view of her bedroom and no one can see me.

Unlike weeks ago, I don’t want to be seen. But I want to watch her.

She’s there. I can see her through the open window walking around in her bedroom. Most people have their windows closed because it’s cold. Isabelle is different.

She’s wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that shows off a flat, toned stomach.

It’s nearly midnight but she’s up, painting.

She has a large canvas set on an easel next to her bed and she’s painting away like she has all day to do it.

I can just about see that she’s drawing the outline of a woman standing by the sea. Like her sculpture, the woman has long flowing hair, but she actually reminds me of Isabelle.

When she bends over to pick up a bottle of water from the floor my eyes move straight to her ass and my fucking dick hardens all over again.

The crazy part of me wants to walk into her apartment and relieve the aching need to be inside her.

I don’t know how I manage to stop myself.

I also don’t think I’m going to get around this by trying to deny myself what I know I shouldn’t have.

Every time I’m around her it gets worse. The crazy inside my head is telling me that I must have her. Even once.

Why deny myself a woman I want? That doesn’t change anything.

She wants me, too.

I felt it in her kiss. It was me who stopped it. Not her.

That tells me everything.

Phase two of my plan just got a whole lot more interesting and I have other ideas up my sleeve.

Time to truly make her mine.

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