Page 38 of Dark Little Game
Like he owns it.
Knowing I refuse to react.
Tonight.
It’s one word.
And it makes my cock throb under my pants, and Hunter’s palm is right there to feel it.
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Hunter
I’m following Rayne.
He’s going to know it this time.
And I don’t fucking care, because Ineedsomething from him, and I’m going to get it.
“You guys can head back. I need to get a couple more hours in at the library,” Rayne says as the four of us leave the Kettle.
I already feel ravenous. I have since the moment I sat down across from him.
I want to destroy him, and I want to own him. I want all of it, like a hot shock through every vein in my body.
The night air has a slight chill, and I watch the breeze blow through a tuft of his hair.
Mine to pull.
He’s still one of the most infuriating people I’ve ever known, and for some reason that only makes me want to fuck his throatmore.
“Sounds good,” Wes says, fist-bumping him. “See you at home.”
“You coming back with us, Hunter?” Ollie asks. “I think the guys are going to kick my ass in poker, if you want to join.”
“Can’t come back right now,” I tell him.
Have something to take care of.
Wes is glowering at me.
I’m sure Rayne is, too.
And both of them don’t realize how satisfying it feels to know that I’m so far under their skin that Ipractically control them, now.
“No problem. Good luck studying. See you later,” Ollie says before he walks off through the quad with Weston.
When I turn back to Rayne, he’s already taken off down one of the crisscrossed paths.
I follow after him in the night, and he knows I’m here.
He knows I’m still behind him as he ducks into the library, too.
The stacks feel even quieter than usual in the evenings, and I walk behind him until he heads toward a desk in one corner.
The tall row of books separates us from the rest of the library and by the time I reach the edge of his desk, I’ve undone the top of my pants and pulled down the zipper.
If my cock is deep enough in his throat, he won’t have enoughairto moan and disrupt the quiet in the library.
