Page 84 of Devious Knight

I don’t want this. But I do...

Then suddenly it doesn’t matter because his hot, demanding mouth sucks all the logic from my mind like a remorseless vortex in a maelstrom. The impact leaves my body dizzy and dazed and completely at the mercy of his devouring kiss.

Kade spreads his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head to kiss me harder.

Weak from the fire and possession of his demanding kiss, I sink into his body, allowing his tongue to dance with mine and explore my mouth like he wants to taste every inch of me.

He tastes delicious, feels delicious, and the passion in our kiss melts the vicious, devious exterior of the guy who wants to ruin me.

I allow myself to touch his chest and run my fingers over the solid, corded muscles you only find on a hardcore athlete.

Kade feels like forbidden temptation. Like something I could never have but now own all for myself.

That thought shoves me straight into the crazy rabbit hole I’ve been trying not to fall into. I plunge in headfirst and I know I’m in more trouble than I previously realized.

Kade grips my hair and wraps its length around his fist like rope. The tug heightens my arousal, making my pussy throb.

Damn it. I’m lost and I don’t know which way to turn or what I should do to find my way back. Or if I even want to go back.

A kiss like this can only have one conclusion, and I crave that.

His large hands leave my hair and trail down my body, finding my breasts.

I moan into his mouth when he squeezes them. Then he pins me in place and breaks the kiss so he can suck on my nipple through my clothes.

My entire body erupts with a deadly combo of fire and pleasure, and suddenly, like him, I don’t care where we are.

A desperate whimper falls from my lips like the notes of a song, and he stops sucking on my nipple to look at me.

“Still think you don’t want me?” His grip tightens around my waist.

“I… shouldn’t want you.”

“Shouldn’t. That’s the second time you’ve said that word. That means you want to.”

“Let me go.”

“Fuck that. You’re not going anywhere. I’m just getting started with you.” With a mirthless grin, Kade takes my hand, guides it to the noticeable bulge in his pants, then clamps my fingers around his massive erection. “See what you do to me, Isabelle?”

My mouth drops open and my entire body goes as rigid as steel when he forces my hand to move up and down the length of his cock through his pants.

Until Kade, the only thing I’ve ever done with anyone is kiss. Now I’m stroking Kade’s cock and the pleasure-filled look on his face is enough to drive me insane.

There is no way on this green earth that I would have ever believed that I—sweet little, Goody Two-Shoes Isabelle Kolyav—could make Kade Gurkovsky look like that for me.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest and he releases my hand to pull me close and kiss me again.

It’s a teasing kiss this time. One where he nibbles on my bottom lip then pins me again so he can place fiery kisses along my neck.

He buries his face between my cleavage and licks the tops of my breasts. “Show me.” His voice curls with longing and lust. “I want to suck your tits properly. I want you to take this off for me.” He pulls on the edge of my top again and his fingers flutter over the bare skin of my stomach.

Lust burns my brain, clearing away my last resolve and I obey. There’s nothing left inside my head telling me to stop.

All there is, is that insatiable greed of wanting more.

His eyes widen slightly when I pull my top off. But the way he looks at me when I undo the clasp on my bra and my breasts fall out is unreal.

It’s the way you’d look at a person when they’ve truly mesmerized you. It’s the way you’d look at captivating art, or when you hear a powerful song that pulls on your heartstrings.

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