Page 33 of Heartless Game

And even though my mind and heart were both racing, even though I was somewhere strange and unfamiliar and deeply unsafe, even though there was a metal handcuff attached to my wrist and that couldn’t be fucking comfortable, my body somehow didn’t get the memo that we were in danger. Instead, I relaxed in the soft warmth of Isaac’s bed, liking the graze of his fingers against mine. As his breathing deepened and slowed, so did mine—until I was fast asleep.

13

Isaac

Iwoke up in the dead of night to soft snores in my ear and the warm weight of a woman in my arms.

Tovah.

I couldn’t resist pulling her tighter against me. We had gone to sleep lying side to side, but at some point in the night, one or both of us had moved, and she was sprawled out on my chest, her curly pink hair tickling my chin and nose. Our cuffed arms lay connected across her back. My wrist ached from the way the handcuff dug into my skin, but I couldn’t lie—I liked the assurance of knowing she couldn’t goanywhere. Her captivity satisfied the monster, who was frustratingly obsessive over this woman I truly couldn’t stand.

What was it about her? There was no plausible reason I should be so compelled, so obsessed. There’d been plenty of pretty girls over the years, but none of them got my cock hard the way she did. None of them were here in my bed, handcuffed to me. None of them made me want to know them, inside and out, mind, heart, and soul. The monster had slept through all of them. There was something about her: the rebellious, I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude toward other people, her compassion and care toward her friends, her intelligence and savvy, her strength and sass when she stood up to me and fought me, which no one did. Or maybe it was her determination to find the truth and share it with the world, no matter how it hurt her—even while she hid her own truths.

Speaking of which.

I reached out with my free arm, fumbling around on my nightstand until I grabbed my phone, holding it up to my face to unlock it in the dark. Once it was open, I pulled up my texts and messaged my sister.

Any info on Tovah Lewis?

Why are you awake? It’s late.

Can’t sleep.

Girl trouble. I never thought it could happen. For Reuben? Sure. For you? Never.

I smiled despite myself. Reuben was my second youngest brother and was always getting into some mess with a girl.

But Tovah breathed in my arms, reminding me why I’d texted my sister in the first place.

Info, please.

Nothing. Whatever there is on her is buried deep and locked down. I keep hitting a brick wall. Maybe you should try your friend Jack’s brother, Micah? He’s an expert hacker, he should be able to find something.

I sighed. That would mean telling Jack more than I needed to, but maybe it would help if he knew where my head was at. Not to mention he and the team were going to have to help me babysit my captive, so he was going to have to know sooner rather than later.

Okay.

Love you. Stay out of any messes I’ll have to clean up later.

I didn’t respond. I did love my sister, but I couldn’t say it. Hadn’t been able to say those words since my mother was killed.

Tovah murmured something in her sleep. I put down my phone and leaned in closer to hear her.

I was shocked by the word that came out of her mouth, on a breathy moan.

“Isaac…”

Was she dreaming of me?

Fuck. Was she having a sex dream about me?

My cock, trapped by her bare, silky thigh, went hard in my sweats. I curled my free hand into a fist to keep myself from reaching between her thighs and testing to see if my hunch was right and she was wet.

I couldn’t do it. I’d already crossed so many fucking lines when I’d let the beast out and had eaten her into multiple orgasms without her consent. I couldn’t touch her in her sleep.

But…

Couldn’t I?

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