Page 87 of Devious Knight

“Come with me.”

“Where?” She narrows her eyes.

“My apartment.”

“To do what, Kade? Eat biscuits and drink tea?”

She fucking knows what the hell I’m talking about but she’s testing me. “I want to fuck you. Either we do it there, or we do it here on the table.”

She sucks in a breath and her skin pales, losing all its color. “You are so vile.”

“Come with me.”

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you. And outside of that stupid compensation service, I don’t want to see you.”

I’ve never in my life had a woman refuse me. Never.

I also never thought my first rejection would be from her. The sting feels so strange it grates on my nerves and infuriates me.

“You didn’t sound like you didn’t want to see me when you said you wanted more.”

“That was different.” Her cheeks color fiercely.

“I’ll bet it was. I guess if I were someone like Michael, you’d say yes in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you? You’d definitely fuck him and all the others. God knows who you’ve been with before.”

I shouldn’t have said that, so I know I deserve the hard slap she lands across my cheek.

“You asshole. I haven’t been with anyone and I certainly won’t be with someone who wants to destroy me.”

At first I’m so mad I don’t quite realize what she’s saying. Then I do.

I haven’t been with anyone.

Does that mean… she’s a virgin?

No way. I don’t believe it. She can’t be. “What do you mean, you haven’t been with anyone?”

“You know what I mean, so let me go.”

Fuck. It’s true. She’s a virgin.

I hold her gaze, staring past the layer of hatred misting her eyes. I search until I find what I’m looking for. That light of innocence. Beyond the angst, it shines in her.

So bright, so true, so pure.

I never realized before now that light was there because she’s pure in every way.

Few things truly shock me. This is the first in a very long time, and I’m having trouble processing it.

I look her up and down, wondering how the fuck she could still be a virgin.

With that perfect body, she looks like a goddess come to life. Every man’s dream wrapped in one sinful, decadent package.

In high school, and here, the way the guys looked at her and talked about what they’d do if they got her made me think they must have gotten lucky.

But they didn’t.

Not one of them.

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