Page 46 of Game of Hell
Ever since the teacher incident they have been quite possessive and protective, not letting anyone cross that line with me but right now they seem at peace with my decision—with whatever me and Ronan are. Boyfriend and girlfriend? I don’t know anymore.
I’m his and he’s mine. That’s all that matters. No labels, as long as I can be his Little Devil.
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EPILOGUE
Ember - 11 months later
The dark wood of Ronan’s house is quite familiar now. It doesn’t seize me with boredom or longing like it did at first. Being used to my parents pastel house, this was a huge change.
Ronan has shown how much he loves me. Leaving me flowers when I wake up, cooking me breakfast every morning, and loving me deeper each day. I don’t think we’ve passed the honeymoon stage yet and with his calmness I don’t think we ever will. If I'm upset, he makes me tea and buys me a book. He built me a library in one of the spare rooms when I was upset about not having anything to do here.
The promise he made in Hallows Inn wasn’t broken. I was accepted into West Campbell University and have slowly been doing classes online and in person.
“I’ve got the fire going outside if you’d like to join. It’s not too cold but fall is definitely on its way. Bring your book, nerd.” I lift my eyes from my book to his voice.
My eyes skim over his body like it's the first time I see him as always. He’s shirtless but has a puff jacket covering his arms, tan abs and tattoos peeking through the material. Black pants sit low on his waist and a happy trail leads down into his jeans. I purr and a low chuckle leaves his lips. I’ll never get enough of this sexy man.
“I’ll be out there in just a second.” I say as I place my bookmark in between the pages.
“Bring your book.” He says and walks back outside to the roaring fire.
I grab a small throw blanket, my book, and tea and follow behind him. He leans over the logs, pushing and stacking them. The fire grows and heat grazes my skin. His eyes never leave the soaring flames as I walk past him and to a chair. I situate myself in the seat and open my book back to where I left off.
“You read too much.” He murmurs and comes to stand behind me.
His hands trail down my shoulder, soft but with great pressure. His thick fingers rubbing circles into my tense shoulders. I naturally relax in his hold, letting him massage me.
“And you stalk too much.” I mumble, lost in the fairytale between my hands.
He lowers his face beside mine, reading the words on the paper and his breath hot against my cheek. I shiver and try to focus on the characters in front of me.
“I wouldn’t say stalking. Stalking implies distance, unknown, yet I’m right here.” He whispers, his lips touch my ear lobe in a soft kiss.
His hands inch lower, slipping dangerously below my tank top. His thumb slides against my hard nipple and a tremor wracks through me.
“You’re insufferable.” I close my book, straightening my spine and his hands leave my shirt.
I can hear the crunch of the leaves under his feet as he creates distance between us. I turn to him, my eyebrows raised, and he lifts his hands in surrender. My eyes follow his every movement as he makes his way around my chair.
“Not that insufferable. You’re here at my house, sitting beside my fire, letting me touch you.” He tsks, standing right in front of me now. Close enough I can reach out and touch him but not close enough to feel the heat of his skin.
“Whatever.” I say and stand up, chest puffing out like I’ve got the brain to actually outwit him. “You’re not as scary as you think you are.”
His eyebrows lift and a smile, crueler than sin lifts his features.
“No?” He taunts and steps forward. I stumble back, but my ankle hits the chair and I go stiff.
“No.” I state with little pride.
His hand shoots out before I can blink and wraps around my throat with a brutal grip. My hands clutch his, my mind spiking with adrenaline and need.
“Run then, Little Devil.” He swiftly nods toward the stalking, dark trees behind him.
I blink, confused and croak out. “What?”
“Run.” He mumbles and leans closer to me, his shadow swallowing me whole.
