Twisted-Games

I closed my eyes and stifled a moan as he dragged his mouth up my neck,
inch by inch. Just as the lazy possessiveness of his touch lulled me into a
semi-stupor, he yanked me toward him with one hand and sank his teeth into
the curve between my neck and shoulder. Hard. Almost as hard as the thick
arousal pressing against my stomach and causing my core to throb with need.
Rhys’s other hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my surprised yelp.
“Tell me.” His voice lowered. “What would your boyfriend think about
this?”
Boyfriend? It took a minute before it clicked. Steffan.
We’d gone on two dates. Hardly enough to be considered my boyfriend,
no matter what the press said.
But I had a feeling that argument wouldn’t hold sway with Rhys, who
loosened his hand enough for me to gasp out, “Steffan’s not my boyfriend.”
The air thickened with danger.
“I don’t like hearing his name on your lips.” Lethally soft words, each
one delivered with the precision of a guided missile. “But you went on dates
with him. You kissed him.” Rhys’s voice darkened further, and he pressed
me further against the wall while wrapping one hand around my throat. “Did
you do that to bait me, princess? Hmm?”
“N-no.” I was soaking wet. The darkness of the hall, the roughness of
Rhys’s voice, it all went straight to the heat pulsing between my legs. “I had
to date someone after the ball. And I didn’t think you cared.”
“I care about everything you do. Even when I shouldn’t.” Rhys’s grip
tightened on my throat. “One last chance, princess. Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
I was all too aware that Elin, Mikaela, and the rest of the group slumbered
behind the doors on either side of us. It would only take one late-night
bathroom break, one light sleeper to hear us and blow the situation to hell.
But somehow, the danger only intensified the thrill running through my
veins. Whatever this was between us, it had been building since the moment
Rhys stepped out of his car outside my house at Thayer, and I couldn’t stop it
even if I wanted to.
Rhys hissed out a breath and released my throat, only to curl his hand
around the back of my neck. He yanked me to him again, crushing my mouth
to his, and my world imploded.
Tongues, teeth, hands. We devoured each other like the world would end
and this was our last chance to feel something. Perhaps it was. But I wouldn’t