Page 30 of Heartless Game

I didn’t mention that I knew where her apartment was or that her ever setting foot back in that unsafe building made me want to break something. I’d shown enough of my hand tonight. God forbid she figure out she had any control over me, even just her pussy. She would think I was whipped. And I couldn’t prove otherwise.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she said, stomping out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

As soon as I heard the squeak of her sneakers on the wooden staircase, I slumped over, burying my head against the once-cool marble countertop that had been warmed by her body. I could still smell her here, and god knew I’d never be able to make myself food in this house again without seeing her plastered against it, crying out as I tried to turn her inside out with my tongue. I could still taste her, too, and I knew that lemon and sugar flavor would haunt me for the rest of my life, even after she’d finally gone.

“Fuck!” I yelled, slapping my hand down on the marble, relishing the sting in my hand from the hard slap.

I’d never felt this unhinged before.

And the worst part?

I didn’t hate it.

Not when it meant that Tovah Lewis was upstairs, naked inmybathroom, water pouring over her as she cleaned herself withmysoap, knowing she’d end up smelling likeme.

Sighing, I leaned back against the fridge, preparing myself for what I knew was about to be the next fight of the night.

A fight I wasalsodetermined to win.

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Tovah

Oh.

My.

God.

I stood under the hot water in Isaac’s shower, letting it soak my hair and body and hopefully wash away the past hour.

My whole body was ice-hot, cold flashes and heat rushes making me tremble and sweat. I felt feverish, insane, my skin too tight, my heart racing. And I ached everywhere, especially my pussy. My clit was sore, pulsing weakly between my legs. The fact that my clit evenhada pulse was a whole new worry I didn’t have room for right now.

No man had ever given me an orgasm before.

No man had ever eventouchedme between my legs, much less attached his mouth to my vagina like he was a demonic vacuum trying to suck out my soul. I wasn’t just a virgin—I had never let a guy get that close to me. I didn’t trust men. Well, I didn’t really trust anyone, but men especially.

Guess that didn’t matter to Isaac. But then why would it? He assumed I’d been with a ton of guys, and as far as I was concerned, he could keep assuming that.

But god.

God.

That had felt like nothing I could have ever imagined feeling. Amazing and terrifying, shocking and perfect, surreal and raw. I’d been overcome, overtaken, overwhelmed…over-everything.

I hated that Isaac Silver had been the one to give me my first non-self-induced orgasm—but part of me, the part that had swooned over him as a little girl—loved it.

I groaned, sliding down against the warm shower tiles until I was sitting on the floor, the water pelting over my head.

What was I doing here? Yes, I had a plan: snoop, eavesdrop, get evidence, expose the Silvers, finally make it so my mom and I were safe and free. But no part of that plan included “get your rocks off courtesy of your enemy’s firstborn son’s tongue.”

At least, not last I checked.

I couldn’t let that happen again. I knew better than to let some hockey star with a chip on his shoulder the size of Australia distract me from my goals—even if when we were children, he’d called me his destiny.

The only thing we were destined for was to ruin each other’s lives.

With that depressing thought, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a big, fluffy white towel around my body and hunting down another one for my hair. I really needed my stuff: my hair towel, my diffuser, my gel and mousse.

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