Page 43 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

Her back collides with the wall, her hips pushed forward because of the handrail.

“Liar,” I hiss, slamming my hands beside her head.

She stares up at me, her dark eyes spearing hate right at me.

“So you keep saying,” she says flatly. “Better start working harder to dig up my dirty secrets, huh?”

She moves to duck under my arm, but I’m faster.

My fingers dig into her chin as I drag her back in front of me.

It has to hurt—I’m not exactly being gentle—but she doesn’t so much as flinch.

“I will break you,” I warn.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you try.”

I hold her eyes, but it’s damn near painful not to glance down at her lips. And fuck, if temptation doesn’t become too much.

“Go on, I dare you,” she seethes, using my line.

“Nah, you’re all good. Why have bitter and frigid when I can have sweet and easy.” It’s a low blow, I know that, and I almost feel bad as her chin drops and her eyes soften with hurt for the briefest moment.

It’s good to know there is a heart under all that steel armour, I guess.

“I’m not—” she starts to argue but quickly slams her lips shut. “You know what, for the likes of you, I am. You should be so fucking lucky to get anywhere near me.”

“I’m pretty close now, Hellcat.”

“Because I’m letting you. Something I’ll ensure your easy little friend will be more than aware of.”

“She wouldn’t believe—”

In a move that shocks the shit out of me, she reaches up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to my neck.

“What the—” I blurt out as what I can only describe as a fucking electric shock rocks through my body, zeroing right in on my cock, which is once again straining to be set free.

She pulls back, looking at the mark she left behind with accomplishment written all over her face.

Lifting my hand, I press my fingers to my tingling skin.

“Come on, Cirillo. It’s time to party.”

This time when she makes her move to escape, I let her.

She presses the button to open the door, and I just manage to find my wits to say something before she steps out to join our confused, concerned and amused audience when they appear.

“Do not test me tonight, Ramsey. You won’t like the outcome.”

“Bite me, dickhead.”

And fuck if my mouth doesn’t water at the thought of doing just that. I bet her pale skin would look beautiful with my teeth marks and a little blood covering it.

She flips me off over her shoulder and storms past our amused friends.

“What just happened?” Calli asks innocently, looking between me and Emmie’s quickly retreating back.

“Probably easier not to even attempt to understand what’s going on there, Cal,” Stella helpfully points out.