Page 8 of Their Cruel Play
I’m still bitter. I tried to protect him when he’s done nothing to save me. Nope, he just pushes and pushes. His green eyes meet mine, and for a second we stay locked like that. That connection between us is still there, and I kind of hate it right now. I shift in my seat.
Turning my back on them both, I finish my lunch.
It’s too much. Being owned by them. Being attacked because I’m with them. Having people see me.
Finally.
It’s not that I minded being invisible. Okay, maybe a little, but honestly, this is too much.
“Everyone’s seen the video of Grant.” Eli pushes away from the table and his eyes narrow on Luke. It’s hard to miss his biting tone. “Wearegoing to the party together after the game.”
“Yes.” Luke tips his head to the side, studying Eli. “Do we need to talk about something?”
Eli’s gaze flicks to me briefly before his hands clench beneath the table. “We need clear boundaries going forward.”
Boundaries? I cross my legs and put my elbows on the table with my chin in my hands. This should be good.
Luke reclines and puts his hands behind his head like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “What boundaries are needed, Eli?”
His smirk is the work of the devil. It’s like a hint of evil with such mirth that he doesn’t even care how you perceive him. I’m sure the nearby table of wannabe girls had an explosion in their ovaries from his casual look their way.
“She isn’t your conquest, Luke.”
My eyebrow raises at Eli’s tone. A little infighting? That could be fun. Stir the pot and watch them scramble. I need them focused on finding out who’s after me, but if they’re distracted with each other, maybe they won’t be so attentive to fucking me.
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” I trace a circle on the table, letting my gaze follow the path I draw and not meeting the three sets of eyes waiting for me to finish. “He couldn’t sleep so he slept with me.”
“Is that the gauge, kitten?” Eli’s curious tone tricks me into meeting his dark gaze. The heat there is tantalizing. I’m seriously going to need a cold shower to maintain distance from any of them.
I shrug. “You guys own me. I’m just here to be here.”
I lower my gaze back to the table. These guys may think they want a submissive girl to tote around, but I know they like my fire. Eli likes me angry and Luke gets off on my defiance. Well, then fuck them.
I’ll be as submissive as a fucking bitch in heat then.
Oh, but I won’t let them back out of our deal. Fuck that. They may have gotten what they want from me, but I need to figure out what I can get from them. If this is going to be transactional, fine. I just have to figure out what the horsemen have that I want. Besides sex.
Caden sits down on one side of me as Jack sits on the other.
“We need to have a meeting after school.” Caden’s shoulder brushes mine, but I don’t draw away. It bothered him when I flinched from him the other morning. When I stay put, he relaxes. “Can Kenz get you home, little nympho?”
I look at him through my lashes. “Yeah, sure.”
Yup, I’m not good enough for meetings, but they’ll definitely haul me around at the parties this weekend. Probably fuck me there too. Jack’s hand slides over mine. Shivers race up my spine as I turn to look at him.
His blue eyes twinkle as he gives me a smile that makes my insides flip. Jack and I haven’t spent much time alone. A few talks. The other night in the bathroom. He slides his hand into mine and holds it.
That connection locks, and I’m breathless for a moment. He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do.
Even though I wasn’t in full control of myself, I remember taking him inside me the other night. Of riding his cock until we both got off. Of kissing him and being fucked by someone else. Of him centering me while I spiraled out of control.
My heart skips. The kiss is quick and simple and devastating.
What the hell was that?
My eyes widen as he leans back. He tips his head like he’s confused by my reaction, but the bell rings and I shoot to my feet, ready to go on to the next thing and forget about that little jolt of... what? Emotion? Lust? Longing? Hope?
Fuck. He keeps ahold of my hand, and I don’t escape far enough. He rises and drapes his arm over my shoulders.
