Page 71 of Lady Killer

When it became apparent that I wasn’t moving anymore, he simply picked me up off the ground and began swinging me around, my feet brushing the carpet.

“She’s notouranything.” Alister’s voice was harsh, and for some reason, his words cut me deeper than I anticipated.

“It’s time for me to go to bed,” I said, trying to wiggle out of Everest’s grasp.

“No,” the stubborn sociopath said as he placed me on the ground, only to spin me around to face Alister and pin my back flush against his chest.

Everest wrapped his arms around my waist, just under my breasts, and pulled me in even closer while Alister’s eyes tracked every movement.

Warmth flushed through me from head to core.

“I say we play a game, one of those getting to know you exercises, since we are going to be roomies,” Everest said, nuzzling the side of my head.

“Icebreakers,” I mumbled, still acutely aware of his forearm brushing up against my breasts.

A warm palm slid under my sweater and splayed across my stomach. All the blood in my body rushed to my core, and I squeezed my thighs together.

Alister said nothing, now totally fixated on where Everest’s hand was slowly making its way higher and higher up my body.

“See, Ali,” Everest murmured, as he worked his way to my neck. “Our girl is smart.” He nipped at my earlobe, causing me to shudder.

“What kind of game?” The words fell out of my mouth without reason.

“Truth or dare?”

“Pass,” I said immediately.

“Scared?” Alister taunted, stepping closer.

“Smart, like Everest said.”

“Fine, what about a truth for a truth?” Everest said.

“And give up all my secrets? Never,” I taunted, serious as I was.

“Truth or touch then,” he pushed.

“That’s not a game,” I whined as Everest’s knuckles ran up the inside of my breast.

“Sure, it is.” He began to walk backward toward the bed, taking me with him. “I just made it up.”

“It’s not a game if you just made it up,” I argued.

“Of course it is. How does anything become something if someone doesn’t make it up first? Tell her I’m right, Ali.”

“What are the rules?” Alister said instead, shrugging off his jacket.

“Mmm,” Everest mumbled as he continued to tease me. “It’s simple, really. Everyone gets one turn to ask someone else a question, and you either have to give them the truth . . .”

Another sharp bite to my earlobe sent a jolt through me.

“ . . . or let them touch you any way they choose.”

That sounded dangerous. “I don’t—‍”

“Shhh.” Everest placed a single finger on my lips. “It’s not your turn, darling. It’s Ali’s. Be a good sport.”

He pulled the two of us onto the bed, seating me between his long legs with one arm still around my waist and the other wrapped across my thigh as he gently nudged my legs wider.

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