Page 83 of Devious Knight

“That’s you. It’s different.”

A confident, way-too-cocky grin adorns his face. “Trust me, when Christian Degas saw your application he already picked you for his scholarship program and beyond that. He’s not going to let anyone else take you from him.”

That’s perhaps the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. But I know better than to accept a compliment from the devil. “You and I don’t talk like this.”

“No, we don’t.” His grin grows.

“Then why are we having this conversation? Are you going to destroy my next sculpture, or find some other way to ruin my chance of going to Cambridge?”

“Maybe.”

The simple word slices through my skin like shards of glass. “You bastard.”

He quirks a hard brow and sets a hand on his heart. “I’m a bastard because I want you to stay?”

“You want me to stay so you can mess with my head until there’s nothing left of me.”

He presses a finger to my cheek and caresses my skin. “No, that’s not why I want you to stay.”

“Then why? It won’t be for anything good.”

“You’re right,” he confesses, and a shiver races over me. “It’s not for anything good. Not for you or me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s that fucked-up thing again. That thing that makes me want you.”

Not this again. He’s right to call it fucked up. It is. And wasn’t I supposed to have walked away by now?

“It’s bullshit,” I attempt to throw him off.

“You know it’s not.”

He steps forward and I step back. With a wicked grin he does it again and I do the same.

Instead of repeating the steps like an uncoordinated war dance, Kade slips his hand behind my neck and moves me back into the wall. Then he shoves me up against it and presses his lips to my neck.

His hot breath fans over my skin and he slides his hand up to my throat with raw possession. He kisses his way to my ear and lingers on the shell.

“I want you to stay because I like the taste of you.” His whispered words sound loud in my ears, awakening my desire. That desire I struggled so hard to control. “I like the taste of your lips, your skin, your pussy. And I want more. I want everything.”

“No…” I stutter.

“Yes.” He tugs on my top, pulling it down so the black lace of my bra and the swell of my breasts are exposed.

“We shouldn’t do this here.”

“I don’t care where we are.”

“Kade—"

He doesn’t give me another chance to protest. Before I can take my next breath his mouth crushes to mine for a searing kiss.

Oh my God.

I can’t do this again. I just can’t.

Mackenzie’s strong words ring through my mind, screaming at me to walk away if I don’t want this.

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