Page 22 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

“Oh?” I breathe, my knickers getting embarrassingly wet at his words.

I love this. I love losing myself in him and, just for the briefest of moments, forgetting the rest of the world exists, that our problems are miles away.

“Stay at mine tonight,” he says, watching my every movement as I step into my dress. “I’ll bring you back in the morning before school. Stop,” he demands abruptly when I move my hands to reach for the zip behind me. “Turn around. Let me.”

Doing as I’m told, I pull my long hair over my shoulder a second before his heat at my back makes my skin prickle with awareness.

“Did I ever tell you that I love what you did with your hair,” he whispers, his breath racing over my exposed neck. My nipples immediately pebble for him.

“N-no,” I stutter.

“Well, I do. It’s so fucking sexy.”

His lips brush up the column of my neck before they come to rest just beneath my ear. His searing hot tongue laps at my skin a beat before he bites down lightly, his teeth grazing me in the most deliciously teasing way.

“Oh God,” I moan, my head rolling farther to the other side to give him more space.

I jolt when his fingers brush down my spine painfully slowly. By the time he gets to the zip at the base of my spine, I’m aching for a whole new reason.

“I didn’t think you wanted to be late,” I groan as he continues planting wet kisses to my neck.

“Hmm…” he growls, nipping the patch of skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

Suddenly, my zip is pulled up and he takes a step back as if none of that ever happened and he hasn’t left me burning up for him.

I turn around with a scowl on my face and meet his smirk.

“Not so funny when the shoe’s on the other foot, hey Demon?”

“Dickhead,” I mutter, throwing my hair back over my shoulder and going in search of a pair of shoes and a jacket.

“I’ll take it. Just remember the deal.”

“As if I’d be anything but a good girl at your parents’ house.”

“Stella’s going to be there. I can only imagine the trouble she could get you into.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say innocently.

I might not know Stella’s or any of Toby’s friends—Nico aside— all that well yet, but one glance at his sister and I just knew she was my kind of girl. Even if the first time I met her I was running away from Toby with my heart in smithereens.

“Sure.”

With my shoes on, I turn back toward him and take a step forward.

“Do I look okay?” I hold his eyes, but I can’t deny the butterflies that are fluttering in my belly at the thought of an official meeting with his parents.

“Baby, you look incredible.”

I smile at him, knowing that he’s stretching the truth slightly. I don’t think I’ve ever had to use so much concealer under my eyes. We might have had three days of doing nothing, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still suffering the lingering effects of our nightmare.

A shy smile twitches at my lips as I reach for his hand. “Let’s do this then.”

I pull him from my bedroom before I give in to my nerves and tiredness. I need to do this. I need to get out of the house—other than going to see Sara, like I did this morning. I need to find some kind of normal life once again.

We say quick goodbyes to Mum, and I tell her that I’m going to spend the night with Toby and that I’ll see her in the morning before we slip from the house.

“Wait,” I say, turning back when reality smacks me upside the head. “I haven’t packed a bag.”