Page 108 of Wicked Games

“What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“Your shirt. You keep pulling on it.”

“It’s nothing. Just hot. And the material feels funny.” I lean back on my hands and look up at the ceiling. The intricate pattern on it is as fascinating as it is ridiculous.

I roll my head back and forth, my eyes still glued to the ceiling as the patterns shift and seem to come alive.

Killian leans back on his hands, and I tear my eyes from the ceiling and study him.

He’s so gorgeous he doesn’t even look real anymore.

“Are you even real?” I ask, my voice breathy and dreamy.

He shoots me a smirky smile that makes my insides feel funny. “Pretty sure I am.”

“It’s unfair how hot you are.” I pull my shirt away from my body and flap it a few times to get some airflow on my skin. “It’s actually unfair how hot your whole family is. The twins, Xave, you. I mean, you’re the hottest, but all of you look like models.” I huff out a weird laugh. “Models who murder, but still models.”

“We don’t just murder,” he says, that smirky grin still on his lips. “We also extort, torture, maim, interrogate, and sabotage.”

“No one can say you’re not well rounded.”

My vision goes snowy, and a strange pressure starts building in my head, almost like my brain is expanding and pressing against my skull.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“My head feels funny.”

“Funny how?”

“Light, but also really heavy. And I can’t remember why I was mad at you.”

He lets out a surprised laugh. “You can thank the molly for that.”

“Why don’t people do this every day?” I look back up at the ceiling. The patterns on it are moving in waves now. “I’d give anything to feel like this all the time.”

“Because the comedown is a bitch.” He leans back on his hands and glances up at the ceiling, like he’s trying to see what I see. My head suddenly feels too heavy to hold up, and I drop my cheek on my shoulder and flick my gaze to his crotch.

He’s not hard, but the outline of his dick is hot, and it makes my own cock thicken.

He spreads his legs until the material of his pants pulls tight over his thighs. Killian has amazing legs, strong and thick and corded with muscles, just like the rest of him.

I can’t stop my moan as I remember just how good his dick felt when he was fucking me within an inch of my life in the study room.

Killian drops his eyes to my crotch, and my semi turns into a full erection as we watch, rising and tenting the front of my pants.

That makes me giggle, actually giggle, and more of that prickling heat peppers my skin as a different type of heat gathers low in my body.

Curiously, I shift my hips back and forth, and my erection sways under my clothes. The rasp of material over my bare skin is like being touched with a live wire, and I can’t stop my gasp as more of that amazing pleasure lights my nerves up like a damn Christmas tree.

“Oh god.” I let out a surprised laugh and squeeze my legs together, then rub my hand over my length. “Holy shit, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes glued to my hand as I rub my dick over my sweatpants.

Killian is hard now too, and my mouth waters as the memories of his taste and how perfectly he stretches my lips invade my senses.

Another moan escapes my lips, and I give myself a hard squeeze. That does nothing to temper my arousal, and now my entire body is tingling with good feels.

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