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“What game?”
“The one where I fulfill all those fantasies.”
I tilt my head to the side, and she swallows nervously.
“All of them?”
“All of them.”
“Even the…even the dark ones?”
“Especially those ones.”
We keep up our dance. One step forward and one step backward.
“Don’t worry, I won’t give it to you all at once. I don’t think you can take all of me right now. We have all night to go downyour little list of comments.” I tap my temple. “I have them all filed away.”
Step forward.
Step backward.
“Why? Why me?”
“Let’s just say you caught my eye. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” I pause. “Unless you were all talk. Were you all talk, Blair?”
This time when she steps back, she hits a hay bale. Trapped. Her fingers fist the hem of her dress with nerves, but she licks her lips like a woman dying of thirst. A thrill shoots through my veins.
“I…”
“You can tell me no, Blair. I can walk away and end this game, no questions asked. But if you say yes, for the rest of the night, you’ll be mine to play with.” I run a finger down the curve of her neck and lean close. “Mine to touch, tease, and fuck however I please until the sun comes up. That is what you will be agreeing to. Do you understand, Blair?”
I see the gears turning in her mind. I see her stuck on the precipice. Those good girl chains are tight around her wrists, but all she has to do is say the word to break free. Blair wants to give herself over to me, it’s written all over her wanton face. I’m just providing the nudge.
“My offer expires in five seconds.”
She presses her lips together, chest rising and falling.
I slowly count down, running my thumb along her collarbone.
“Five. Four. Three. Two. O—”
“Yes,” she blurts. “I understand.”
CHAPTER TEN
BLAIR
Ihad forty minutes in the rideshare to the old barn to decide what the hell I was doing tonight, and I came to one solid conclusion.
Fuck it.
I am so goddamn tired of all the rules and regulations, of fitting into the mold everyone expects of me. Whether it is in my parent’s house, with my high school friends, or back at college. I just want one night where none of it matters. One night to not be me and let the shadows out.
Isn’t the entire point of Halloween to embrace being someone else? To revel in debauchery and delinquency? To act with no remorse or consequence?
For tonight, that is the motto I am living by.
No remorse.
