Page 19 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

“You didn’t run for the front door, Calli. You could have left my bedroom and tried to bolt. You didn’t. You found me instead.”

My eyes narrow, frustrated to hell that he’s right. I didn’t even consider turning in the opposite direction and attempting to leave the flat, to run from him.

My first thought was him. What he was doing.

Damn it.

“You know I’m right, beautiful. You want to be here right now just as much as I need you here.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not news to anyone.” His lips quirk into the beginnings of a smile at that statement, but something dark sweeps through his eyes.

He rubs at his stubbled jaw before dropping his eyes down my body to my bare, parted legs that encase his hips. His eyes zero in on the juncture of my thighs that’s hidden beneath the fabric as if he can see straight through.

Thankfully, my stomach growls and reminds him that we’re both currently in his kitchen for a reason.

“I need to feed you,” he murmurs, his eyes finding mine once more before he backs up toward the messy island in the middle of his kitchen.

Resting back on my palms, I watch as he works, mesmerised that this dark knight knows his way around a kitchen.

And I discover not long later that not only does he know his way around, but damn, he can cook.

After placing two plates full of poached egg and avocado muffins on the dining table, he comes back for me.

I expect him to help me down, so I squeal in surprise when he sweeps me off the counter and into his arms. He carries me to the dining table where he sits in the chair he pulled out, placing me down onto his lap with his arm locked around my waist.

“We can’t eat like this,” I argue, struggling against him.

His free hand threads into my hair, dragging my head back so I can see him.

“Keep wiggling your bare pussy against me like that and it’s not going to be breakfast that I’m eating,” he groans in my ear, his lips brushing my skin teasingly.

An unintentional wanton moan rips from my lips at the image that pops into my mind.

“You want that, don’t you?”

“Daemon,” I warn, attempting to slip from his grip once more, but all I achieve is to grind against his very obvious erection.

His lips brush my ear, his hot breath racing down my neck making me shiver, all of which makes my nipples harden against the fabric of his shirt.

“I could lay you out right here on the table and taste your sweet, sweet pussy again. Remind you who you really belong to. Is that what you want, Angel?”

My lips part to reply as my head and body war with how I should respond, but I don’t get a chance because his teeth nip my ear, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through my body, ending at my clit.

“Oh God,” I moan as his tongue laps at the sting.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his hand sliding up my thigh.

My lips stay firmly shut as he grazes higher, pushing the fabric of his shirt up.

My thighs part shamelessly when his knuckles graze my mound, and he groans as if he’s in physical pain.

“How wet are you, beautiful?”

I don’t respond, I don't think either of us needs to hear the confirmation of what we already know out loud. He must be able to feel me soaking his trousers as it is.

I suck in a breath, waiting for him to connect with where I so desperately need him, but his touch never comes.