Page 84 of Twisted Little Game

Because if I don’t, I’ll shove him onto the ground and kiss him for hours until I can’t breathe.

I’ll rip his clothes off right on the grass and mark every inch of him, claim him with my teeth and tongue and then with my cock. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly. Every moment, I’m trying to push it out of my mind, and it just comes back. Over and over.

I’m here to protect Tate, and yet I’m sick every time he smiles.

“Are you trying to torture me?” he utters, reaching down toward his groin. “Now I’m so fucking hard.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

He sighs. “Now who’s impulsive?”

Not me, usually.

I seem to only be impulsive when it comes to him.

“If we don’t go to the fair now, we’ll never make it,” I tell him. “I want you to have fun. Want to talk about the four seasons again? Get mad at me, Tate. Tell me you hate winter. The best goddamn season.”

He puffs out a laugh, and his smile is fucking agonizingly beautiful. He pushes at his cock.

“You hate summer, you hate flowers… is there anything you do like, other than ice and cold?”

You.

I like you, too much, and I need to see your ass spread as you take every single inch of me.

I give him a little shove at the small of his back. “Go. Festival time. I’m ready to chaperone your little date. And I want you thinking of my cock the entire time.”

12

Tate

I get the first strange text right as we get to the entrance of the festival.

I tuck the little bouquet of flowers behind my ear, looking down at the messages.

[ - UNKNOWN SENDER - ]

Has he told you who he really is yet?

Tate

?

That big bear of a bodyguard, following you around. Has he told you who he is?

Who the fuck is this?

We aren’t talking about me. You know he’s a killer, don’t you? You’d be safer with me. You just need to stop fucking running.

You know you can’t hide, Tate.

We knew where you were on the first night.

Knew where you were *going,* even before you left.

All we’re waiting for is the right timing.

We?