Page 152 of Wicked Games

His chin lifts, gesturing for me to go first.

I make it halfway across the room when he grabs me, raising me by my hips and carrying me the rest of the way. My back is pressed tightly to his chest, my feet only a few inches off the floor.

“Wasn’t I moving fast enough?” I joke.

I fall onto the bed and roll over, welcoming him when he climbs over me. We’ve had sex. We’ve fucked.

But tonight, I have a feeling it’s going to be something entirely new.

“Am I in control?” I ask.

He shakes his head slowly, gaze going to my throat when I swallow. “Are you ever?”

“More times than you know.”

A muscle in his jaw tics.

“Caleb.”

“Hmm?” He’s getting closer to my neck, inching down.

He’s not touching me, and I’m really starting to hate him for it.

Not really. Pretty sure I don’t hold an ounce of hate for him anymore.

Did I? Yes. Should I? Yes.

Do I?

I exhale when his lips finally touch my throat. His hand follows, resting there. Keeping me from moving.

“You’re going to lose your innocence,” he says in my ear. His breath is hot, moving my hair. “You’re going to walk into that prison as you are now, and you’re going to leave it as someone else.”

“Maybe.”

His hand tightens for a second, then relaxes.

“You’re going to hold more secrets than me, and then I’m going to…” His teeth graze my earlobe.

I shudder.

“I’m not going to lose you,” he says.

“How do you know?” I force him to meet my gaze. None of this running bullshit.

He’s scared of the truth. He’s scared of what my dad has to tell me.

And I swear, at my question, his eyes darken.

“Because if Idolose you, I’ll go down whatever fucking dark hole you bury yourself in, and I will find you. I will bring you back.”

He kisses me, silencing any other questions. His lips are rough. His tongue claims my mouth. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him flush against me.

I don’t know what my father could possibly say to make me want to run from this, but I shove it out of my mind.

That’s the point.

Tonight is about us.

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