Page 53 of Consume Me

Tyson, unaware of the seriousness in Blake’s voice—or simply not caring, places an arm around my shoulder. I go limp, boneless under Blake’s intent stare before a smirk curls the corners of his lips.

“You want to play, Tyson? Let’s play.”

He turns around, and dread swallows me as I watch him saunter over to Tyson’s stepsister.

“Motherfucker. If he touches Ivy, I will lose my damn mind and kill him.”

“This is on you. You had to gamble.”

“Me? Who keeps poking the bear?”

He downs a second shot. “Let’s see who loses control first.”

This is a very dangerous game. One I shouldn’t entertain, but I’ve reached my breaking point. Something has to happen. Anything to escape the back and forth, or I’ll end up a basket case.

His eyes fix on his stepsister. While Ivy talks to Blake, a muscle twitches in Tyson’s jaw.

“I hope you’re worth it.”

I arch a brow at him. “We both know you’re not doing this for me.”

“And smart. No wonder the asshole is so possessive of you.”

Tyson is a handsome guy with sharp features and deep-set eyes, oozing that dangerous, bad-boy aura. Yet, he does nothing for me. No one does anything for me. It’s like my heart and body react only to Blake, knowing who I belong to.

Tyson places a hand on my hip, and with the other, he pulls me closer.

In my peripheral vision, I see Blake pulling Ivy to the middle of the dance floor, and more eyes follow them than us.

Tyson goes rigid when Blake whispers something in her ear.

Jealousy roars its beastly head, splintering any common sense. I don’t think; I react as I lift on my toes and plant my mouth on Tyson’s, taking us both by surprise.

I don’t even have time to process what I did when Blake shoves Tyson off me, his chest heaving.

“You have your fucking fight,” Blake spits, nostrils flaring.

Ivy rushes out, and Tyson runs after her like we’re the stars of a cliché, forbidden romance movie. Wanting what you can’t have makes you act stupid.

So much hurt and accusation reflect in Blake’s eyes, rooting me in place. But not for long. Who does he think he is, playing with my heart like that, making me act like a lunatic? This is not me.

“Fuck you,” I scream at him and take off, but he’s right behind me.

“I’m going to fuck him up so good, and I’ll enjoy every fucking second.”

“Why would you? You looked pretty cozy with her.”

“Don’t start playing games you can’t win.”

“Sorry my experience doesn’t compare with your vast one.”

“Get in the car.”

“Fuck you, Blake.”

“Keep saying that, and I am definitely fucking something tonight.”

“Empty threats. And don’t you dare come to my room tonight.”

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