Page 118 of Dare To Live

Chapter 65

Arabella

I focus on the man in front of me and not the fact that the cemetery is only a few yards away. Is the tomb locked up? My stomach is a knot of nerves being so close to a place that haunts my nightmares. As much as I know that I’ll have to confront the trauma there, I’m not ready to face it just yet.

This isn’t about me tonight. It’s about Eli.

The shaft of moonlight he’s standing in turns his tanned skin pale in the silvery light. He shivers under my touch, and I smile against his skin.

Did he experience the same little buzz of power when our roles were reversed so long ago when I was sitting out here alone?

I’d been so naïve and desperate for attention, and he’d been nothing more than a whisper in the dark.

I run the tips of my fingers over his cold chest. His flesh is covered in goosebumps, and his nipples are tight.

“What do you want with me, Hellcat?” Eli asks.

“Out here, you belong to me,” I lean forward and lick one nipple.

Eli hisses in response. “You want to play?”

“Do you want to play? Red or green?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Green.”

I kiss his other nipple. “Good boy.”

A smirk curves his lips. “I think you like being a good girl more.”

The way he says the words so silkily sends warmth flooding through me. “I’m in charge tonight, not you.”

I move around him, caressing the scars on his back that he had once hated and kept hidden from the world. Trailing my lips over the faint silver blemishes, I lick and kiss each I see. Unlike the boy he’d been, he doesn’t try to move away from my touch. He doesn’t even flinch. He remains still, and it makes me wonder how much of his shivers are from the cold.

There’s the scent of cologne clinging to him, familiar and comforting. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed. He still smells the same way I remember.

“What do you plan to do with me?” He sounds so calm, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice.

He isn’t the shy eighteen-year-old virgin I’d been when we’d done this the first time. I will have to get a little more creative to make this work.

I catch his wrist and raise his hand to my mouth. “Give me your index finger.”

He obeys, curling his fingers into his palm until only the one I requested remains. I guide his hand forward and push the finger into my mouth. As it sinks past my lips to the knuckle, I swirl my tongue around it and suck.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

I work his finger like it’s his cock, pushing it in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes, I release it with a little pop.

I turn and move back to the tree I was hiding behind when he arrived. It had taken me a few minutes to find the perfect vantage point so I wouldn’t be seen from the bench. Once I’m back there, I take my phone out and text him.

Me: Times up. You’ve been a very good boy.

I hit send and peek from behind the tree. A second after his cell pings, he tugs off the blindfold and glances around. When he doesn’t spot me, he checks his cell.

“Hellcat?” Eli calls instead of texting back.

I don’t reply.

“Ari, you don’t have to walk back alone in the dark.”

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