Page 57 of Wicked Games

Now that I can string two thoughts together, I tuck myself away with one hand and pat Felix’s ass with the other. “Good talk.”

He glances at me over his shoulder, his damn blank mask back in place.

Without saying a word, I zip up my pants and then go back to the couch to resume what I was doing. I don’t look at him as I settle on the cushions and pick up my tablet.

I do, however, listen as I flash it up and pretend to start reading again.

There’s a moment of silence, then the rustling of sheets and the creak of the mattress as Felix climbs out of my bed. Then the soft padding of his footsteps as he crosses the room and heads straight for the bathroom.

I have no clue what just happened, but I can’t help smiling as the bathroom door closes behind him. I don’t understand why this game is so fun, but I’m willing to keep playing for as long as he wants to keep losing.

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FELIX

I makemy way down one of the many paths that weave their way through campus, not really paying all that much attention to my surroundings. Almost twelve hours have passed since I woke up in Killian’s bed, and I’ve been avoiding him since I finished my shower.

I should never have taken those pills last night. Ambien dreams are the reason I always take something with them, like Ativan or another tranquilizer. But as far as I know, I’ve never had a dream likethaton them.

The last few times I took them without the extra buffer, I ended up doing silly things like texting the dorm rules to my roommate and rearranging my books. One time I wrote a paper that was really good but had nothing to do with the class I wrote it for, and once I put on a bunch of shirts and almost every pair of underwear I owned, took a few selfies of my look, then undressed and went back to sleep.

Climbing into Killian’s bed because I thought he was my childhood teddy bear would never have been on my radar, not in a million years. Same with cuddling him naked or trying to rub off on him mid-dream.

I’ve been walking around for hours at this point, not going anywhere in particular and just keeping my body busy so I can focus on something other than the crush of thoughts in my head, but it hasn’t helped.

I’ve analyzed every second of what happened between Killian and me in our room earlier, and I still have no clue why I enjoyed it so much, or why he even did it.

The first time makes sense. I knew what kind of mood he was in and kept needling him because it was fun. I pushed him knowing there would be consequences, and I didn’t stop him when he showed me exactly what those consequences were.

But this morning was different. There was no fighting, no charged emotions, and I wasn’t the one needling him this time. He was fucking with me. But why?

Was he trying to humiliate me? It feels like it started that way, but his hard dick and the dark look in his eyes said he was into it, at least at the end. But with Killian, I have no idea if he was into it because he thought it was hot or he was getting off on taking me apart piece by little piece until I was left completely spent and covered in both of our cum.

If there’s one thing the Hawthorne men love, it’s power, and Killian is no exception. They don’t just crave it; they get off on it, so everything that’s happened between us can be explained away by Killian being on a power trip and getting off on the humiliation and power, and not because of anything that has to do with me.

I stop walking and lean against a nearby tree. The facts are straightforward. I went into his bed and forced him to cuddle with me all night because I thought he was my childhood safety blanket. And if he’s telling the truth, I woke him up and tried to rub off on him, all while on pills, so I have no memory of doing any of it.

All of that explains why he wanted to fuck with me, but it doesn’t explain why it was different. He didn’t get me off like last time. He watched me get myself off, then he came all over my ass like he was claiming it.

I shake my head.

Of course he wasn’t claiming me. He was just rubbing it in that he won, literally, in this case. None of it would have happened if I hadn’t taken those damn pills. It was nothing more than payback.

That’s it, that’s all. And no amount of thinking in circles and trying to find deeper meanings will change that.

“Awwww, is little Fefe all by himself?” a familiar voice says behind me.

“What else is new,” someone else says, then lets out a tittering giggle that grates on my already frayed nerves.

Slowly, I turn and find Natalie and her squad crowded behind me.

I give her and her clones a once-over, making sure to keep my expression bored and uninterested. They’re all carbon copies of each other, from their unnaturally glossy hair to their overdone makeup and sky-high heels. And based on their coordinating outfits, they’re on their way to a party or event of some sort.

“What are you looking at?” Hailey, one of the clones, demands, giving me the same look one would give a sack of dog shit they found in their closet.

I drag my gaze over them one more time, then give a little shrug. “Absolutely nothing at all.”

They look so offended I want to laugh. Only Natalie and her squad would be pissed that I’m not fawning or drooling over them when all they do is belittle and insult me.

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