Page 51 of Psyop Kings

Theo straightens and grabs hold of my ankle like he might push my feet off him. He doesn’t. His thumb rubs under my foot, along the arch. It tickles and makes my skin warm. I don’t exactly hate his touch.

“I’ll look.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “What do I get in return?”

“What do you want?” I purr, poking out my bottom lip a bit. “I’d giveanythingfor my phone.”

His eyes flare with heat and he stares at my mouth. I’ve seen this look in a man’s gaze before, right before he kisses the life out of me. Theo wants me. My plan is working.

“What would you give?” he asks, voice husky. “I already have everything a guy could want.”

I stretch my arms and arch my back, knowing my sweater will inch up my stomach. Once the skin is showing, I relax and then tease it with my fingertip. “My virginity.”

Theo gapes at me, blinking in shock. He takes his hand off my foot and fists it. His teeth grind noisily together. A ragged sigh escapes him and he tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“This is fucking hard.”

“Your cock?” I ask in a sweet tone.

He groans as though in actual pain. “You have to stop, babe.”

Babe.

A thrill of victory shoots through me. I don’t want to have sex with him or anyone, but I can lead him on until I get what I want. This is a game I must play for Megan’s and my sake.

“Stop what?” I scrunch my eyebrows together. “Telling you the truth. We both know we’re a better match, Theo.”

I sit up and reach for his fisted hand. He peers down at my fingers as they pull back the long sleeve of his shirt. An angry red welt and scabbing is a painful reminder of what I did this morning. I lift his arm and kiss him where I left my mark. Soft, gentle, apologetic. When I glance at him, his eyes are nearly manic as he drinks me in.

“Don’t do this to me,” he begs in a soft, pleading tone. “I don’t have the control Caius does. I’m…impulsive.”

And that’s what I’m counting on.

“I know,” I whisper. “In my dream, you were impulsive too.”

His hand slides behind my neck and his fingers caress my scalp. I’m glad I’m tipsy because his touch scares me, but I’ve had enough alcohol to keep my nerves at bay.

“It should have been me instead of him,” he murmurs, a bite in his words. “You should have been mine.”

As he leans forward, like he might kiss me, I try not to recoil. I have to do this. I have to. My lips part as I wait for the next part of this game.

Boom!

A slamming door downstairs makes both me and Theo jump. He shoves me back onto the couch and rises unsteadily to his feet. The bulge in his pants is evidence of his attraction to me. His panicked eyes meet mine as he sets the bottle down on the table and I almost feel guilty.

Almost.

“This didn’t happen,” he hisses, glancing quickly toward the stairs and then back at me. “Thiscan’thappen.”

I give him my poutiest frown. He groans again, scrubbing a palm over his face. Footsteps can be heard climbing the stairs. Theo tenses and clasps his hands in front of him to hide his arousal that’s still straining in his pants.

The temperature in the room drops several degrees despite the cozy fire and liquid heat in my veins. I don’t even have to look up to know who’s taking in the scene. His silence is more terrifying than if he were to come up here yelling.

Now I feel guilty.

Why?

He’s not really my boyfriend.

“Gotta go,” Theo blurts, stumbling past Caius. “See ya later.”

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