Page 111 of Wicked Games

“Are you actually going to kill William like that guy at the house?”

“What guy?”

“The summer before I started here. You and Jax and Jace took care of that guy who was snitching on your dad behind the pool house.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I saw it.”

“You did?”

“Yup.” I snuggle back against him. “I saw the whole thing.”

“Did it scare you?”

“No.” I run the tips of my fingers over each one of his where his hand rests on my chest. “It just showed me what I already suspected.” I huff out a laugh. “I’m quiet and good at being invisible, but I’m not stupid. And I’m really good at reading people, which is why I stay away from pretty much everyone. I’ve known what you’re capable of since we were kids. And I’d be shooketh if the twins didn’t have a bigger body count than Xave.”

“You’re not wrong about them. And shooketh? Really?”

“It’s a fun word.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. My heart isn’t racing anymore. Now it’s galloping.”

He checks my pulse. “Do you still feel hot?”

I snicker. “I’ve never been hot. But no. Just warm now.”

He gently traces his fingers up and down my treasure trail. I try not to think too much about the move and focus on how good everything feels now that I’m not overheating.

“I’m sorry I ruined the party for you,” I whisper.

“It’s fine.” He presses his palm against my stomach, and the solid weight of it feels as nice as the little tingles of good feels from having him wrapped around me like this.

I pet the back of his hand, greedy for as much skin on skin contact as I can get. He doesn’t pull away.

In fact, his dick hardens and presses into my lower back.

A strange sort of zing hits me right in the chest, and it’s like all the negativity bleeds out of me and is replaced by giddy contentment.

“Do you want to know a secret?” I ask, not even sure why I’m babbling or why Killian is listening and entertaining my weirdness right now.

“Yeah, tell me.”

“Do you remember what you said downstairs about fucking me in front of everyone and how much I’d like it?”

He lets out a little grunt as I wiggle in his lap and rub my back against his hard cock. “I remember.”

“You weren’t wrong.” I slide his hand up my body so I can press his palm to my cheek. “I didn’t even know I was into that kind of thing, but I’d let you if you wanted it.” I let out a little snort-laugh. “I’d let you do pretty much anything to me.”

I wiggle back against his cock again, and his low groan sends another zing of pleasure through me.

“You’re making it really hard to be a gentleman right now,” he rasps, his lips next to my ear.

“What if I don’t want you to be one?” I nuzzle my cheek against his hand. “What if I want you to be my big, bad stepbrother right now?”

He groans as I suck his thumb into my mouth and curl my tongue around it.

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