Page 92 of Wicked Games

Is he going to leave me here to overdose alone? Or is he going to watch to make sure it actually takes this time?

My heart rate speeds up, and there’s a weird pressure in my head, but it doesn’t feel like it’s from a drug reaction, more like an aftereffect of what just happened and the rush of adrenaline leaving my body all at once.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Even if I could get away from him, who would I tell? I can’t even find my own damn stepbrother. How am I going to find someone who’ll not only believe me, but will be sober enough to help? And even if I manage to get help, I have no idea what I took or how much time I even have. Most drugs take a minimum of twenty minutes to kick in, but some take hours.

Covertly, I inch my hand closer to my pocket. I have my phone on me. I won’t be able to send a text or make a call with him here, but maybe I can do that shaking thing Killian told me about and send an SOS to his and the twins’ phones. I know at least Killian has his on him, but what are the odds that he’ll pause whatever the fuck he’s doing to not just check his phone but to come save my dumb ass after I disobeyed him? And it’snot like I can rely on the twins for help. They’re probably just as fucked up and having fun like Killian. Why would they give a shit that I fucked up and got myself drugged?

“Get up.” He kicks my foot and I wince.

I struggle to my feet, a sense of determination falling over me.

It’s not like I’ve never had to deal with anything alone before. I don’t need Killian or the twins or anyone to come save me. I’ll either save myself, or I’ll die, and right now, it’s hard to remember why that’s a bad thing.

22

KILLIAN

Leaning against the wall,I glance around the crowded room. I finished my security shift about ten minutes ago, and I’ve been trying to get into party mode ever since.

Nothing is hitting tonight. Not the array of party favors that are being doled out like candy, and not the many offers I’ve had from girls who’ve made it clear they’d be down for whatever I want now that I’m single again.

I hoped seeing some of my classmates getting their freak on would help jump-start my desire to have some fun, but not even the orgy in front of me is enough to hold my interest.

I try watching for another minute or so, but my mind keeps wandering. Giving up, I leave the room and walk toward the back stairwell. I might as well go check on him and put my mind at ease. Maybe then I’ll be able to have some fun and unwind after the shitty few days I’ve had.

I’ve spent way too much time today thinking about Felix, and I have no fucking clue why. I wasn’t expecting him to beg me to fuck him this morning, and that was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had, but it was just sex.

At least that’s what it was supposed to be.

One of the reasons I don’t date or even do casual things when my dad isn’t meddling in my life is that I’ve never met anyone who can hold my interest for more than a night. Hell, most of the time I get bored before we’ve even finished, and the actual sex is just a way to get off with another person and get my dick wet.

Things aren’t like that with Felix, and nothing about what we’re doing makes any damn sense. I’m not bi, but I’m attracted to him. I have no interest in hooking up with men, but I can’t get enough of him. I don’t do repeats, but the thought of never being with him again fills me with a weird sense of rage.

I thought it was the power I enjoyed. That bringing Felix to his knees and taking him apart was what got me off, but this morning proved that’s not the case.

I was feral for him, like a damn animal. I never lose control like that, but the damn building could have literally fallen down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed because I was so lost in the moment.

In him.

My dick throbs and chubs up as a memory of the marks I gave him invades my thoughts. Seeing him covered in my hickeys and bite marks was almost as hot as finally getting to lose myself in his tight body, and again, I have no fucking clue why.

I’ve never been into marking. I’ve had a few chicks ask in the past, and I did it because they wanted me to, but it didn’t do anything for me. I didn’t look at them after and thinkminelike I did with Felix. I didn’t have the urge to admire them and commit them to memory while I watched them come down from their orgasm like I did today with my damn stepbrother. And I never had the urge to do it again without being asked first, but I had to actively stop myself from covering his torso and the other side of his neck so everyone would know he’s mine and I claimed him.

But he’s not mine, and I didn’t claim him.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurry to my floor. The hall, like the stairwell, is empty as I make my way to my room and pause in front of my door. I’m just pulling my key out of my pocket when something catches my eye.

The door isn’t latched.

What the fuck? I know I locked it. I double-checked.

“Felix?” I shove the door open.

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but being greeted by an empty room isn’t it. There aren’t any signs of struggle. It’s just empty.

Just to be sure he isn’t hurt or hiding, I do a quick sweep.

He isn’t here.

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