Page 28 of Tangled in His Game

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Surprisingly, my voice is mostly steady.

His chest rapidly rises and falls as his gaze lowers to my mouth.

“I know you want me. It’s written all over your face,” he says, his fingers hovering over my cheek, but not quite touching me.

The heat between us increases.

“That’s not true,” I say.

“Liar,” he whispers into my ear as he pushes his body against mine. “If I kissed you right now, we wouldn’t even make it to a room.”

He traces his finger over my choker, and I can barely breathe as he presses his thumb against my neck.

“You’d beg me to fuck you.”

“Never.” I glare at him.

He smiles. It’s that slow, wide smile, like the cat that ate the canary. “Then let me prove you wrong.”

It’s a challenge. I can see it in his eyes. And I should push him away and go home. But I also want to prove to him and to myself that he’s wrong. Yes, I find him attractive, but that’s all. He’s ruining it because he is who he is.

“Go ahead.” I smile back.

It’s a bit risky, but there are plenty of people here. The music is loud, but if I scream, there’s no way someone won’t hear me.

“Are you sure?” He tilts his head.

I guess I managed to surprise him. Yay me. Now I just have to resist whatever it is that he’s going to do and pretend I don’t care.

My lack of reaction will hurt him more than anything else. The question is, can I stay calm and cold? I hope so. All I have to do is think about all the things he’s done to me so far. There’s nothing attractive about that.

“Yes, I’m sure. And I’m also sure that no matter what you do, I won’t feel a thing.” I grin at him.

A second later, he grabs me and spins me around. My face is resting against the cold wall, and Victor catches my wrists. He splays my hands against the wall, keeping them covered with his. His strong body pushes against mine, and I can feel his erection rubbing against my ass.

Oh hell. A jolt of desire shoots through me as he runs his hands down my arms. I want to ignore the pressure forming between my legs, but it’s impossible.

“See? If I ripped your panties and buried myself deep inside you right here and now, you wouldn’t care if anyone was watching.”

“Don’t rip my panties,” I breathe.

My body is on fire, but I don’t want to go back home without my panties. Besides, I’m wearing my nice ones. That stuff is expensive, and I bet Victor isn’t going to offer to pay me for a replacement.

Really? That’s your only problem and not the fact that he—

He runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my miniskirt up. I glance down the hallway, but I can’t see anyone. Oh hell.

He rubs his fingers over me through my panties.

“You’re dripping wet,” he says, and I groan, but it’s more a groan of pleasure than a complaint.

He’s right. There’s something about the way he’s touching me. He explores the sensitive skin of my thighs and then he pulls my hips back, spreading my legs. I hold on to the wall.

Victor’s fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and I tense. But he pulls them down my legs so slowly that I think I’m going to burst.

I’m completely exposed, and I don’t care. I just need something to douse the fire inside me. Victor moves behind me, and I’m worried he’s going to pull out his phone or do something else to prove that I shouldn’t trust him with myself like this.

But then I feel his mouth on me, his tongue spreading my folds. A moan tears its way out of my throat.

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