Page 16 of Hateful Games

The push and pull that shouldn’t exist.

Not just after a single meet.

It’s hazardous.

Yet despite all the warnings circling in my head, I can’t resist the urge as I use the heel of my boots to nudge hers. A silent command to spread her legs. The moment she does as though she has no control over her senses any more than I do, I dip my head and ghost my lips over hers.

Once.

Twice.

She sways when I graze them a third time, kissing her but not kissing her. Her already rosy cheeks deepen with her blush, so temptingly dark as though she’s never been touched. Or felt another’s lips on hers.

I know she’s a virgin. And no—I’m not being a presumptuous dick.

I just know.

From her subtle reactions. Her soft gasps. The nerves dancing in her gaze. I didn’t realize the depths of her innocence. My little Rose hasn’t even bloomed yet. Not even with a kiss.

Such a shame.

Her red lips beckon me to steal it, to claim what another man hasn’t.

Uncurling my fingers, I lower my arms. She senses but doesn’t stray her gaze from mine. I slowly bring my hand and skim the column of her throat, feeling her swallow. Then following the soft, delicate skin to her pounding pulse.

Her mouth parts when I travel back and circle her neck, letting my fingers rest without tightening them. She fucking trembles. Unafraid. Shocked. Curious.

I allow myself one tiny lick of her bottom lip.

Her eyes close.

But it displeases me.

Before I know it, I bite down on the same spot and tug until she whimpers. Her eyes flash open as she trembles again and moans when I lick the sting away with my tongue.

Keeping her pinned, I lift my free hand and grab her naked waist, digging my fingers in her vulnerable flesh. Those black eyes become hooded, drunk on desire no man has seen or felt.

My urges become bold. Greedy. Possessive.

Why isn’t she stopping me? She should. Because I’m too far under her hypnotic spell. Just not the kind my best friend warned me about. But cataclysmic nonetheless.

Just as I’m about to trace a path down her naked stomach while tempted to play with her piercing that I can feel against my abs, my phone rings.

We break apart as if an electric current jolted us.

I dig out my phone, Nathan’s name flashing on the screen.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My sanity returns and with it, all the lines I crossed. None of this should’ve happened. I’m supposed to get rid of her, not seduce her. When I look up, I can see her coming to the same realization because her features twist into hate.

Before she distracts me with her witchy spell, I stalk away from the walking, talking temptation. I must be gone too long if Nathan is calling.

“Where the fuck are you?” he grunts when I pick up. “Please tell me you didn’t kill her. I have goals for my future that do not involve being someone’s bitch in prison.”

“Shut up. I got lost,” I lie. “Meet me outside.”

It doesn’t take me long to find the way out. When I reach it, Nathan and Jasmine are waiting near the entrance. My best friend looks about ready to bolt while Jasmine looks ready to murder me on her sister’s behalf. Her penetrating gaze saying I was up to no good. I scowl when I catch her staring behind me.

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