Page 83 of Twisted Little Game

“I’m my own person,” Yegor tells me, a sudden urgency in his tone. “But I want harmony. I want what you want. I promise you.”

My blood runs cold.

I stare over at Tate, clutching my phone.

He’s bent over in the grass, looking for something in the dark.

And as I watch for another few moments, I realize that he’s picking tiny wildflowers in the lawn, gathering them together to make a little bouquet.

It makes my heart ache with a sudden, deep longing.

That is what life can be like, if it isn’t like mine.

No one deserves a life like this.

“I’m hanging up this phone now,” I tell Yegor. “You will not make another move until we speak.”

I tap the button to hang up and my jaw clenches.

I realize what’s different about the way I’m feeling, now, looking at Tate.

I’m not just angry at Yegor.

I’m also feeling fear.

White-hot, laced with rage. The idea of anything pulling me away from my time with Tate makes me murderous. Even worse, if any of it ends up affecting his safety.

I cross over to him and he holds up his tiny bouquet, smiling proudly.

“Will you go to prom with me?” he asks sweetly, and even though it’s a silly joke, he’s pushing a button in me that he doesn’t realize.

I clutch at the front of his jacket and yank him toward me, closing my lips over his.

I kiss him deeply.

He lets out a surprised little sigh the moment my mouth is on his, and it makes my cock ache under my pants.

He smells like my bedsheets, where he took a catnap right before we left this evening.

His lips taste like my Cognac, which I caught him taking a tiny sip of before we left.

Everything about him conspires against me, swirling around my heart to grip it tight and make it feel like he’s mine.

After his initial surprise, he leans into the kiss, opening his mouth for me and letting his tongue slide over mine. I want so much. I want him tied up for me again. Want to reduce him to a shuddering mess, edge him until he needs to come for me so badly, and then kiss him like this when he does.

Do you kiss like you fuck, beauty?

I need your ass.

I need every goddamn part of you.

I break off for a breath, still clutching the edge of his jacket. I catch my breath and hover a few inches from his lips.

But he deserves a night of fun.

I can’t steal this from him… and I can’t have him forever.

“Let’s go,” I tell him, releasing my grip and standing up straight.