Page 19 of Wicked Games

An orgasm comes out of nowhere.

I groan into his mouth, and he takes it all. The orgasm, my noises, the kiss. My anger. My frustration.

His hand loosens on my throat, slipping down. His palm stops on my chest, over my heart.

“Well?” I manage.

His blue eyes haunt me. “It’s a start.”

He backs away, his gaze lingering on my face. It seems like he’sdisappointed. I’m so glad there’s a wall at my back, because my legs would’ve given out otherwise.

He leaves. It isn’t what I was expecting, although it is what he promised.

Hate him, Margo, I tell myself.

I pull up my pants slowly. My muscles ache. Hair in place, hoodie straightened. Piece by piece, I reassemble myself. Caleb’sa hurricane force, but I’m supposed to withstand him and everything he brings.

I’ve got to be stronger.

I walk into the kitchen and almost jump out of my skin.

“That was quite the performance,” Ian says, lifting his cup. He sways a bit. “I can see why he’s into you. The noises?—”

“You werelistening? Did you see?—?”

He snorts and waves. “God, no. Asher would’ve probably murdered me. Although I’m sure he realized I was there… I dropped a bottle.” He points to a shattered beer bottle on the floor in front of the fridge.

“I didn’t?—”

“You were a little preoccupied.” He winks. “And wearing my hoodie, too. See?”

I roll my eyes. “See what?”

He raises the cup to his lips, then smirks at me. “You’re not the docile lamb everyone thinks you are. You’re devious.”

“Ugh.” I shake my head. “You said whatever I felt was a manipulation. You were right.”

“Was I?”

He’s drunk. He wobbles, then saunters toward me. “Best run off to your room before I do something I shouldn’t.”

My stomach flips. Hewoulddo something. Kick me, kiss me. I don’t want to know. I back into the counter, knocking over cups with my elbow. I feel my way to the door without turning my back to him. I glare while he laughs.

Once I’m out of the kitchen, I bolt.

He doesn’t chase me, but I run like he is. I yank open the door to his bedroom with shaky fingers and grab my bag, pivoting and heading back into the pink bedroom. I shove the dresser in front of the door and exhale sharply.

He shouldn’t be able to get in. No one should.

I survey my handiwork, then flop back on the bed.

I’ve had a night.

My emotions are all over the place.

Pushing everything down, I crawl farther up the bed and curl into a ball. Sleep will cure everything.I hope.

Chapter 7

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