Page 78 of Secrets and Lies
“My bed,” I say, trying not to think about how insane it is that I’m contemplating logistics and not telling him to get the fuck out of my room.
He lifts one arm in a move that clearly says ‘after you’ and takes a half step to the side so I can walk past him.
My knees are shaking so badly I’m half convinced I’ll end up face-planting before I can cross the twenty or so feet to my bed, and I’m hyperaware of his presence as he falls into step behind me.
I’m a mental and physical wreck when I finally get to my bed, and my dumb ass just stops when I get to it. I don’t turn or do anything; I just stand there with my knees against my mattress and him behind me.
My incompetence doesn’t seem to bother him because his muscular arm wraps around my middle, and he anchors meagainst his warm body as he pulls me tight against him and presses his hard dick into my ass.
“Gotcha,” he says in a low voice, his lips next to my ear.
I stiffen as I’m hit with a memory that’s so strong it makes the world blink in and out of focus.
I know that voice. I’ve heard it before.
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“It’s you,”I whisper.
“Me?” He gently rests his other hand against the base of my throat.
“From the Hunt,” I scrape out. “That night, it was you.”
His chuckle is low and full of dark amusement. “You remember me?”
“Kinda hard to forget something like that,” I mutter.
If he was at the Hunt three years ago, that means he’s either in my year or he’s a senior, so that narrows the pool of potentials down.
I freeze as another thought hits like a water balloon to the face.
“Did you know it was me?” My voice is trembling slightly, but not from fear. “In the woods that night?”
“No.” His whispered answer sends another rush of that excitement/arousal mix through me, and I moan when he loosely grips my throat. “Not while it was happening. But I figured it out after.”
“How?” I say, sounding drunk and half dazed.
“I have my ways.” He presses his cheek against mine, and my brain glitches out for a second at the sensation of being surrounded by him.
“You’ve known since then? This whole time?” I mumble, still sounding completely out of it.
“Yes.” He nuzzles his covered lips against my cheek. “Did you know I’ve been watching you since that night?”
“You have?”
“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs. “Do you like knowing that?”
I nod dazedly, and he gently squeezes my throat. He’s not cutting off my air, but the pressure is enough to show me that he’s in control, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Are you ready for your reward?” he asks in that sexy voice that’s going to be the death of me.
I nod again.
He gently strokes the side of my throat, then drops his arms and steps back.
“On your knees.”
