Page 38 of Tangled in His Game

I shouldn’t want him in any shape or form, but I do. Maybe it’s because of his tiring insistence that he’d never fuck me, because I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, especially after he let me come all over his face.

I press my legs together, looking around to distract myself from my annoying arousal. Can I just pretend Victor has an evil twin? So it’s the twin who’s tormenting me, and Victor... Victor is simply a hot guy who can give me the wickedest orgasm.

Maybe I should embrace the whole drama Victor is creating and come to class with a Victor-ate-my-pussy-milestone-complete t-shirt. Now that’s a completely unbelievable fantasy. It would be my word against Victor’s, so it would be meaningless. No one would believe me. And I’d probably get kicked out of college because everyone would take it as proof that I was behind those disgusting photos too.

Can’t win with Victor, can I?

When I make sure he’s out of my sight and there isn’t anyone else, I stuff my things into my bag and dash across the grass to Victor’s window.

It’s not wide open, but it’s cracked enough that I can easily push it. What is Victor thinking? He got into my house through an open window, and yet he doesn’t expect someone to enter his room the same way? Either he’s very dumb, or he doesn’t care.

I look around once again, and then I haul myself through the open window and pull the thick drapes over it. Whoa. Victor’s room is like a small apartment, and it looks even better than in the photos of the dorms.

Everyone at Emberwell has their own room, except for people who for some reason decide to share a room. It’s definitely big enough for two beds. There’s a private bathroom too and a small kitchen, even though I’m not sure any of the students here want to cook or know how to do it.

Victor’s room is surprisingly clean and tidy. Somehow, I thought it would be a complete mess, but I was wrong, or he just pays someone to take care of it.

I look around and head for his desk. As I open the first drawer, I groan. A whole bunch of condoms. Great. I didn’t need to see that. I go to the closet, but it’s full of clothes and hockey gear. Boring.

I spot a photo on the nightstand. It’s Victor and some girl. Who is she? She’s very pretty, with dark brown eyes and long black hair. I frown. Does Victor actually have a girlfriend no one knows anything about? Or is she a relative? They kind of look alike. I guess she’s his sister.

I scan the room again. Victor probably keeps all the important stuff at home, so it’s not like I’m going to find anything special here. But what was in that packet that guy gave him in the alley? If it’s drugs or something like that, where could he be keeping it? I doubt he’s going home for it.

I lift the pillow, but there’s nothing under it, so I peek under the bed. Nothing. I go back to the desk and dig through the papers, but it’s just college textbooks and notebooks. Something creaks, and I pause, letting go of the notebook I’ve just picked up.

Before I can turn around, someone grabs me from behind. I yelp as Victor flips me around and slams me against the wall. My breath leaves me as his hand closes around my neck, not too hard, but not gentle either.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, his face so close to mine that it’s hard to think.

I don’t say anything because I can’t. My mind is blank, my full attention on his lips and his body pressed against mine.

I should be afraid. Terrified.

But I’m not.

All I can think about is that he smells so damn good.

His thumb moves up and down my neck as his grip eases, sending heat through me. I don’t think he’s going to hurt me. A voice at the back of my head screams that I’m being dumb, but I ignore it.

Victor’s lips part as his gaze lands on my mouth. I know what he wants. His erection pokes against me, and it’s getting more difficult to fight against the need growing inside me.

So what if I forget everything he’s done and give in to the desire? Maybe then it’ll be gone, and I’ll stop with this nonsense. Maybe I’ll stop wanting him when I totally shouldn’t. Maybe he’ll leave me alone when he gets what he really wants.

That’s a whole lot of maybes.

But I don’t care.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

Victor’s eyes widen in surprise. “And then what?” he breathes.

“And then...” My lips spread into a taunting smile.

“Fuck.” He groans, and then his mouth is on mine.

And it doesn’t feel even a tiny bit wrong. Actually, it feels perfect. His lips crash against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. His kisses are wild and fiery, and they make me forget everything.

No one has ever kissed me with so much passion and force. It’s like he’s trying to devour me. Inhale me. Consume me. But it’s not enough.

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