Page 23 of Ruthless God

“My turn?” He thinks. “Never have I ever worked at a strip club.”

“Is that how this is going to go? You’re going to cheat?”

“I’m not cheating. I’m playing a game. To win.”

“Noted.” I eye him. “Never have I ever worn a Ghostface mask on a date.”

He doesn’t reach for the bottle, making me sigh.

“Really?”

“I didn’t know this was a date.”

Heat licks my skin, and I grab the bottle, taking a drink to hide my embarrassment.

He says, “Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone in a Ghostface mask.”

I almost don’t want to reach for the bottle, but, unlike him, I’m playing a fair game. I take a sip, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Even though I’ve only had a few sips, I’m already feeling tipsy.

“Wait. How are we going to know if there’s a winner?” My words slur, and I hiccup as I laugh. “Whoa. I’m not usually a lightweight.”

“Then I think I’m the winner, mama.”

For some reason, I’m not mad about losing to him.

“Figures.” I spread my hands. “So, what do you want as a prize?”

His head tilts. “Hmm. I have an idea.”

There’s something in the way he says it that has my body coming to life.

“Oh?”

“As you mentioned, I still have the mask on. It’s kind of a…turn on for me.”

“A turn on?” I echo.

“Yeah. It makes me hard as fuck playing the bad guy.” He leans forward a bit. “So, Cecely, for my prize, I want to chase you through the woods.”

My pulse thrums in my neck. “Chase me?”

“Mmmhmm,” he hums. “But it needs to feel…real.”

“Real how?”

“When you run, I want you to pretend I’m the bad guy who’s going to kill you if I catch you.” He reaches into the duffelbag, pulling out a knife. The blade catches the light, shining. “Imagine that if I catch you, I’ll gut you with this.”

This shouldn’t be turning me on. This shouldn’t be turning me on! I mean, it’s a fake knife for crying out loud. Harvey had the same one when he went as a killer on Halloween.

But still…I can’t deny that Ghosty makes it look hot.

I moisten my lips. “So we’re going to roleplay? What happens if you catch me?”

“When I catch you, well, we’ll go from there. If you’re a good girl, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Holy crap. I shake my head, trying to clear it.

“Do I get a head start?”

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