Twisted-Games

Rhys’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you want me to say, princess.”
“I want you to say the truth.”
I knew my truth. I needed to hear his.
My truth? There was only one man who’d ever given me butterflies with
a kiss. One man whose touch set me on fire and made me believe in all the
fantastical things I’d dreamed about since I was a child.
Love, passion, desire.
“Truth?”
Rhys took a step toward me, the hard steel in his eyes giving way to
turbulent thunderstorms.
I took an instinctive step back until my back hit the side of our SUV.
There was another car next to us, and the two vehicles formed a makeshift
cocoon that crackled with electricity as he planted his hands on either side of
my head.
“The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up
for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim
you.” Rhys’s breath was hot against my skin as he lowered one hand and slid
it up my thigh. It seared through the thick layers of my skirt and tights until
my pussy clenched and my nipples tightened into hard points. “I came back
despite knowing the torture I’d have to go through because I can’t stay away
from you. Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my
lungs, in my fucking soul. And I’m trying very hard not to lose my shit right
now, sweetheart, because all I want is to cut off that fucker’s head and serve
it on a platter for daring to touch you. Then bend you over the hood and
spank your ass raw for letting him.” He cupped me between my legs and
squeezed. I whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “So don’t. Push.
Me.”
A thousand emotions ran through my veins, turning me lightheaded with
arousal and danger.
Because what Rhys just said was dangerous. What we were doing,
feeling, was dangerous.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Rhys, I—”
The blare of a car alarm sliced through the still night air, followed by a
burst of laughter in the distance. I blinked, some of the haze clearing from my
head, yet I didn’t move.
Rhys pushed himself off me with a hard smile. “There’s your truth,