Page 11 of Scandalous Games

I suck in a sharp breath when he lifts a finger to my blushing cheek before dropping it at the last second. I sway closer, his musky and unique scent teasing my senses.

His chiseled and clean-shaven jaw clenches at the small gesture.

Why is he mad?

“Dash,” I whisper, unable to handle the thick silence.

The heat of his body.

The familiar rush of forbidden feelings.

“You haven’t changed,kitten,” he taunts, like it hasn’t been seven years since we last saw each other. When I sneaked away like a thief in the night.

His lips tug to the side when I visibly shiver at the insulting nickname. He knows how much I hate the sound of it. It used to be his favorite pastime to tease me with it and the more I reacted, the more often he did it.

“What?”

“You still stick your nose where it doesn’t belong,” he growls low. “Like a curious kitten.”

“And you’ve become worse,” I hiss.

“Is that why you haven’t run away?”

His voice becomes deeper and he edges closer until we’re only a lingering breath away. It takes all my willpower to remain still and control my beating heart.Am I really feeling attracted to him?No, I can’t be.

I’m freaking confused with my body’s reaction to his presence.

Shouldn’t seven years be enough to get rid of his pull?

Or maybe it’s because he was my first.

“Why did you fuck me differently that night?” I blurt out like a fool.

I wait for him to kick me out for interrupting his sex marathon or ignore me completely in his unnerving way. Like he did in the past by closing off his expressions, treating me like I was a nuisance.

He does neither and somehow, it’s scarier. Because now, I have no clue on how to deal with the man he’s become. Only that I can’t be unguarded around him.

His head tilts to the side, making his hair spill into his eyes which flare in seduction. He’s not even shocked at my unexpected question. Instead, a predatory grin crosses his lips and he asks, “Differently how?”

“Yo-you already know.”

“No I don’t,” he denies before pushing, “tell me. How did I fuck you?”

Shit. The wordfuck,eliciting a sudden throb in my core. Him going from never saying more than two words to me to suddenly demanding me unabashedly is giving me whiplash.

It’s like falling off a cliff without knowing what lies below.

His bold stare challenges me to say the words even though my devious thoughts are as obvious as the bulge in his pants. And one thing I could never do when it came to Dash… was back down.

“Softly… like I was made of glass and you were afraid to break me.”

“You were already broken, sweetheart,” he viciously growls. “Or did you forget?”

I shudder but don’t cower like he wants.

“I’m not the same girl, Dash,” I growl back. “I don't get hurt so easily now, especially by a man who means nothing to me.”

My need to find a distraction to forget the shittiness of everything going sideways tonight was a wrong decision. I’m seriously regretting ever coming out of my house. I should’ve just gotten drunk until I passed out like a normal adult.

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