Page 8 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

Oh God.

I squeeze my eyes closed when he reaches under my skirt and wraps his fingers around the sides of my knickers.

Sucking in a breath and dragging some confidence with it, I lift my hips right as a loud crash sounds out beyond the door.

Our eyes collide and my heart jumps into my throat.

“It’s okay,” Ant assures me, discarding my underwear over the side of the bed. “They’re probably just wasted and the wrong guy won.”

I nod, trusting him not to do anything that will end up with us being caught, or worse.

“Ignore them.”

I nod again, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he presses his hands against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and spreads me wide for him.

His eyes hold mine for a few seconds as the chaos seems to continue outside the door, but I do as he suggested and just focus on him, on us.

Happy that I’m still here with him in the moment, his eyes drop from mine, getting back to where he was before we were distracted.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re perfect.”

He licks his lips as if he’s just been handed a giant bowl of his favourite dessert and surges forward, but he never gets a chance to make contact because his bedroom door flies open.

I sit up in a rush, reaching for something to cover up with as Ant barks, “Get the fuck—”

But everything comes crashing down around me when my eyes connect with the person standing in his doorway, his eyes locked on mine.

His face is the same hard, cold mask that I’m more than used to, but his eyes… they’re not just deadly, they’re blazing with contempt, with the need to burn this entire place to the ground and raise hell in its place.

“Daemon?”