Page 131 of Devious Obsession
No revealing himself.
I shudder and keep my gaze focused on the ground. Better than meeting Chase’s eyes after he just caught us…
Holy shit, why does that turn me on even more?
“You like being scared, sweetheart?” Steele asks, slapping my ass.
I grip the back of his shirt.
“Or was it the eyes on you at the end that did it? Watching our little performance.”
“I hate masks.” I press my lips together. I shouldn’t have admitted that—now he’s just going to bring it out more often. “Where did you even get that thing?”
“Halloween shop.”
We missed Halloween this year. He and I stayed in my apartment while Thalia went out. It’s for the best, though, with my inability to deal with masks. Still, apparently he found the time to go out and buy this one.
He chuckles, then jostles me. “And you definitely didn’t hate it fully.” A second later, he passes me the mask behind his back.
I take it, running my fingers over the smooth white plastic. It’s not as scary when I hold it. Or when I press it against my face and look through the eyeholes.
Never mind that I’m still slung over Steele’s shoulder.
“Are you going to put me down?”
“No.”
I scoff. “Why not?”
“Because I’m going to take you back to my room and ravage you the proper way, and I don’t want you running away again.” He snorts. “You were a proper catch.”
“I tripped,” I grumble.
“On the wire I set across the path.”
I press my lips together, contemplating that. I mean,really?There’s no way—
“You don’t like running,” he continues. “I figured you were going to try to circle back around eventually. And even worse than running is crashing through the dark off the path.”
Jeez.
“Fine,” I huff. “Take me back to your place, you caveman. But I better orgasm at least twice.”
His fingers find my ass again, digging in. “Yes, ma’am.”
40
ASPEN
“Did you borrow my Crown Point sweatshirt?” I march into Thalia’s room and eye her pile of laundry.
She glances up from her textbook, frowning. “No, I don’t think so. You can’t find it?”
I shake my head, but I can’t look away from the laundry. Because it reminds me that I’ve had some other items go missing recently. The bottle of my favorite lotion. A lipstick I wore a few times in the past few months. My best black jeans.
“Maybe you left it at Steele’s,” she suggests. She’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, the textbook on her lap, computer open beside her. A notebook and highlighters surround her. It’s Saturday, and she mentioned doing all her homework before the game tonight.
Which is smart, because if the Hawks win, we’re definitely going drinking.
