Page 34 of Wanna Play A Game?
I seethe.
I turn to the powerful man still left in my room. He rubs the back of his neck. “You can have the bed.” He’s still not looking at me.
“Fine. I’m going to shower first.”
“Don’t lock the door.”
I stalk to the bathroom and slam the door as hard as I dare. The shower is orgasmic. I scrub my skin until it’s itching. Miles comes in with some coconut-scented body wash and shampoo and leaves again. I come out of the shower smelling like Miles. There are no towels, so I do my best to wring the water from my hair, peeking out the bathroom door.
Miles is sitting in the armchair with a blanket. He’s scrolling on his phone. I dart to the bed and jump in, yanking the covers over myself.
Miles glances at me.
“Don’t go looking tonight, shadow. Sawyer's in a weird mood. I’m not sure what he’s going to do.”
His discomfort makes me unsettled. “What is his deal?” My teeth chatter from the air conditioning.
Miles ignores my question. “I’m serious. You can wear one of my shirts tonight if you want. Just stay with me.”
I look at him. His green eyes are steady.
What game is he playing? Are they working together, or is he going against his friend? Is it worth losing a chance to escape? I burn with new energy and the desire to run.
Miles must see that. He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll tie you to the damn bed if you try to leave this room tonight, Cali. I’m being serious.”
Oh, hell no. “Fine. I won’t leave. Give me the shirt.”
Miles lets out a breath and pulls the shirt he has on over his head. I catch rippling muscles and dark tattoos all over his chest. It makes my mouth water. He hands me the shirt and catches me staring. He smirks.
“I didn’t mean the one on you,” I grumble and throw the shirt over my head.
I lay down and pull the covers over myself. I hear him sit back in the chair, and the room goes silent. I lay there for a while, knowing damn well he isn’t sleeping.
I wonder who’s taking care of Halloweiner. My heart pangs. He’s so attached to me. He probably thinks I abandoned him. I think about all the nights he’s snuggled with me as I’ve cried, usually because of something Ben has said or done. My chest hurts.
I wonder if Ben knows I’m gone. Or if he’d really care, honestly. Tears of self-pity fill my eyes, and I shake my head. If I ever make it out of here, I’m kicking his worthless ass.
Should I leave the room or stay? I know I can’t trust Sawyer. On the other hand, I definitely can’t trust Miles. He hunted me down and brought me back here. And he had no problem sticking his dick down my throat.
My pussy heats. I’ve never been that turned on during a blowjob. They took my body and used me ruthlessly for their pleasure.
I shudder.
What if Miles really is trying to protect me from Sawyer? Or maybe it’s an elaborate game to get me to trust him and break some unknown rule.
My head spins.
What I do know is that both men are on high alert tonight. Which is bad for me. And I fucking hate that. I just want to leavenow.
The silence eats at me. Goddamn, I could use a stiff drink. Or two. Or five.
I roll over. The bed smells like Miles. It reminds me of his dick earlier, which heats the place between my thighs all over again. Fuck.
I glance over at Miles. His eyes are closed, and his head is leaned back. His breathing is steady.
I sit up.
He cracks an eye open. “Can’t sleep, shadow?”
