Page 93 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“Your plan failed,” I say in his ear. I nip his soft lobe. “Lenora and Robert want to keep me.”

I kiss his neck. He stays completely still except for the slight roll of his hips.

I move up his jaw, along the edge of his lips.

“You failed to get rid of me,” I say.

He lets my lips explore his cheek, his temple. Over his eyelids and nose.

I’m learning him all over again.

“I didn’t want to get rid of you,” he finally whispers back. “If you thought that was my goal, you haven’t been paying attention.”

We took his darkness and put it into a new shape.

Me.

I let my hand wander up inside his shirt, over his muscled abs, to the bandages still wrapped around his chest. I wish I knew why someone would do such a thing to him. Why family can be so cruel.

“Kiss me,” he says.

I lift my chin, aligning our lips. He tastes sweet, and he kisses me like he can’t breathe without help. Sometimes I feel like that, too.

His hips move again. His hand slips between us, finding my sensitive spot. He knows how to play my body like an instrument, winding me tighter and tighter until I explode. His tongue dances with mine, our lips, his finger against my clit.

It’s all too much.

He swallows my moan, chasing it a second later with one of his own. I rake my nails up his ass, and he pounds into me, faster and faster. He flicks my clit, and the sudden sharpness of it sends me over the edge. He follows, stilling inside me, and we both don’t move for a moment.

“That was overdue.” He brushes my hair off my face.

He hops up, removing the used condom and folding it in a tissue. He glances toward the window, and my heart stops. He’s just going to leave?

Screw me and abandon—

“Stop,” he whispers.

“Stop what?”

“You’re overthinking. When have I left you?”

“Um, do you want a list or an essay—”

“Have I left you when you didn’t want me to go?”

I’m quiet. There have definitely been times I wanted him to go—and he has gone. And there have been times I wanted him to stay… and he stayed.

He takes my silence as an answer and yanks his boxers back on, climbing into bed. He hugs me to him and closes his eyes.

“Robert and Lenora want to keep me,” I say again. “Like… for real.”

I glance up and find him watching me.

“We’re going to NYU for an open house this weekend.”

His smile is quick. “New York University, huh?”

“It’s a starting place. But there’s no guarantee I can get in—or if I’d even like it. Maybe I want a small school.”

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