Page 26 of Twisted Play
I jerked away, but he caught my wrist, tugging me off balance until I fell into his lap. The hard muscle of his thigh pressed between my legs, and I couldn’t quite stop my hips from rocking.
“Such a desperate little slut,” he murmured. “Getting wet just from making me coffee.”
“Fuck you.” But I didn’t move away,couldn’tmove away.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His laugh was cruel. “But first, you’re going to tell me what hold Carter has over you.”
My chest heaved. “Why do you care?”
“Because you’re mine now.” His hands spanned my waist, fingers digging into soft flesh. “And I don’t share my toys.”
The possessive growl in his voice made me clench. God help me, I wanted to let go of all this fear and control and surrender to him.
But I couldn’t, not with Carter’s threats hanging over me. Not with my father’s life in the balance. I sat there silently, my lips pressed together in a thin line, holding my response even though everything in me wanted to pour out my secrets, to confide in Alek, as if he could shield me from the world.
Alek’s expression darkened when I said nothing. “Get up. Practice starts in twenty minutes.”
The dismissal felt like a slap. I scrambled off his lap on trembling legs, bereft without his touch.
“Oh and Eva?” He caught my wrist as I turned to flee. “Tomorrow, you’ll make my coffee again, and we’ll continue this discussion.”
It wasn’t a request, and god help me, I knew I’d obey.
The Devil
I want copies of the players’ files.
You better fucking answer when I text you.
My stomach droppedas I stared at the burner phone JedCarter had given me, struggling to stay awake on the bus ride home from the club.
Practice.
Work.
Home.
Blackmail.
Fuck.
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Me
I was at work.
The Devil
Unacceptable. Get me those files.
Me
Which ones?
The Devil
