Page 2 of Devious Obsession
I ignore her, staring at the new girl. Taking in more of her appearance. Her tight white shirt, long-sleeved and off-the-shoulder. It’s cropped, exposing a slice of skin. Ripped high-waisted black jean shorts. Boots. Rings and thin necklaces, a watch on her slim wrist.
A sense of style and a pretty face.
“What’s your problem, dude?”
It takes me a second to register the guy who’s slung his arm around her shoulders. Her green eyes bore into mine, and neither of us acknowledge the asshole trying to claim her. I inch closer and reach for her, running my finger along the slice of skin between her shirt and shorts.
Her breath hitches.
I smirk at the reaction, although I’m troubled by my own desire to touch her. I shouldn’t want some random stranger in Erik’s basement. I shouldn’t want anyone.
I’m on hiatus.
“Back the fuck off, dickwad,” the guy growls.
I glance at him. It’s one of the football assholes. We had trouble with the quarterback last semester, and we sent him a nice little message before the end of the year. Maybe this guy wants the same treatment?
My gaze goes from his face right down his body. He’s built, stacked with a lot more muscle than me. A few inches shorter. But none of that is a deterrent if I decide to start a fight.
Which, honestly, wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Some pain might be just the distraction I need…
But then my attention is swinging back to the girl. She’s staring at me with these huge fucking eyes, like she’s never seen someone like me before. And I haven’t evendoneanything. But suddenly, I want to blow her fucking mind. I want to show her every shadow in my soul, just to get that shocked reaction from her again.
I lean closer to her, ignoring the football dick’s grunt of protest. “What will you give me to make him go away?”
Her breath stalls again. Her eyes are light green, like sea glass. Her tongue flicks out, sweeping across her lower lip, and I fight back a groan. My cock stiffens, immediately on board with the fucked-up thoughts running through my head. The ones that say she’d look stunning on her knees in front of me.
“What do you want?” Her voice…Fuck. It’s throaty and raspy and deep.
I fight my smirk. “Pick me for the game.”
Her eyebrow rises, then smooths back out. The only indication that I’ve surprised her. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Babe,” the guy protests.
I shove his arm off her shoulder. “You heard her.” I slip between them, grinning at him like I’ve lost my fucking mind. And honestly… I probably have. It’s like I didn’t smoke at all, wound tighter than ever. “She picked me.”
The football guy squares up… and just as quickly looks away. He can see that I’m spiraling. Maybe he knows my reputation, and that of the whole hockey team.
Erik claps just as the dick shuffles off and finds another place to stand. I turn back around, my front now almost touching mystery girl’s back. I put my hand on her hip, and her body jolts. I run my thumb along that sliver of skin again, eliciting another reaction.
A shiver.
My cock throbs, and I shift so she can’t feel it stiffen against her ass.
“Tonight’s game is all about our dark desires,” Erik announces. “Guys have already drawn a card. Ladies… it’s your turn.”
He motions to one of the girls beside him, and she reveals a deck of cards. She spreads them faceup, letting us see what we’re going to be picking.
Erik continues, “The higher the card, the more excitement you’re willing to have and the darker your fantasies run.”
“What’s the joker?” a girl calls.
“Anything goes,” Erik replies. “And aces are high.”
My heart pounds harder. The card he made me choose when I entered the room is burning a hole in my pocket. The fingers of my free hand twitch at my side, wanting to pull it and shove it under the mystery girl’s nose. So she knows exactly what to pick.
Erik hasn’t unleashed this version of the game before, not with the joker. With the lack of restrictions. There’s a new restlessness in the air as everyone leans in toward the girl with the cards. Amanda and Paris both choose cards, surrounded by other girls.
