DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

“Open your eyes, Lila,” he said in his rich baritone voice.
I did as I was commanded. He crowded into my personal
space, forcing me to inhale his scent and feel the warmth of
his body. “Are you serious? Or are you already drunk?” I
asked quietly. It was hard to breathe with him this close.
“I never take back a dare.”
And I never lose. He knew that. We were both very
competitive, and to this day, neither of us had backed down
from a dare.
Maddox’s hand came up, and he cupped my jaw. His
fingers kissed my skin softly. He smiled, but it didn’t match
the look in his eyes. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to do
it?”
“I don’t play to lose.” Asshole.
Maddox leaned closer, his face barely an inch away from
mine. Our noses were almost touching. My heart fluttered
when he tipped my head back. Take back your dare. Take
back your dare, Maddox. Don’t make me do this.
He curled his index finger around the lock of hair that
had fallen out from my bun. His minty breath, mixed with
the smell of alcohol, feathered over my lips. I wanted to beg
him with my eyes. Maddox tugged on my hair slightly
before tucking it behind my ear. He moved, and my eyes
fluttered close once again…waiting… a desperate breath
locked in my throat as my chest caved and my stomach
clenched.
He pressed his cheek against mine, and his lips lingered
over my ear. “Don’t disappoint me, chérie.”
My body shuddered, and I breathed out a shaky breath.
He tore my heart open and left me bleeding. He pulled
away and stared down at me.
Maddox was mocking me. Taunting me.
He never stopped being a jerk. He just hid it behind a
sexy smile and a nonchalant expression.
I thought he had left his asshole ways behind. But no, I
was wrong. So fucking wrong about him. About us.