Page 38 of Knights Game

“He saw you in the garden, Luca, he’s seen you at the care home. A fucking garden centre for fucks sake. What the fuck are you doing?”

I walk away from him and storm down the remainder of the stairs. I’m not pissed at Roman; I’m pissed at myself, for getting caught.

“Once I fuck her, she’ll be out my system,” I snap over my shoulder. Then I’ll be able to move on and focus on the task at hand.

Taking over London.

“You know she’s a loose end…as is her roommate.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

And I will.

Right after I’ve fucked her.

14

Layla

The music blasts, thesound of the trumpets and beat pulsing through my body. My hands above my head, I let my body move to the rhythm of the music, solely in the moment. My hair falls in front of my face as I move my head from side to side, my body swaying in rhythm.

A guy dances around me, I think his name was Dave or something, but it’s not his hands I’m imagining. It’s not his hands I want on me.

He leans in. “Do you want a drink?”

“Nah, I’m good.” I shut my eyes and continue to enjoy the music. Katy was right, this place does play good songs.

I bloody love dancing.

I feel free.

“Come on, let’s get a drink—”

Hands circle my waist, and my eyes bulge open in shock at how David has suddenly turned handsy. I turn around and am pulled into a rock-hard chest, breathing in a familiar masculine scent, and my heart bucks behind my ribcage.

It’s him. The face that has been haunting my dreams. I tilt my head and meet his dark, deadly and fuming eyes. The air fizzles between us.

He’s silent.

My breath hitches; I was not expecting to see him.

He’s radiating a fury that rolls off him and makes the air around us stifling.

“Get lost.” He rumbles to David, who just shrugs and turns to dance with another woman.

My head screams at me to run, but my body…

He gently caresses my cheek, and I lean into it. Then he drops his hands, running them down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I’m alive.

He brings me to life.

His fingertips are a ghost of a touch, the exact opposite to what I thought this encounter would be. I feel him everywhere and I’m frozen under whatever spell he’s cast.

His body starts moving, hips swaying to the beat of the house music. I take his lead, turning back around, pushing my arse into him, and I look over my shoulder trying my absolute best to look sexy.

I should be embarrassed, knowing he watched me, I should be angry about the depraved gift he left me, but I’m not.

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