Page 52 of Liars

Make her the weak one. Remedy the damage my reckless actions had caused.

That Kaylor had caused this. This was her fault.

I took a step closer, my voice dropping into something low and dangerous. “Such a filthy mouth.” I let the words drag, a slow smirk curving on my lips. “Do you know what I do to girls who talk back?”

She didn’t flinch.

Didn’t waver.

Instead, she leaned in. Her gaze flickered, a spark of wildness and unyieldingness lighting in her eyes. A challenge.

Fuck.

Why did that make my pulse spike?

Why did that make me want to push her harder, just to see if she’d break?

Her chin lifted higher, defiance burning in those icy blue eyes. “I’m not one of your girls, so it matters little to me. It would be better for both of us if you just stayed away from me.”

I smirked. “You weren’t complaining when you were sitting on my dick this morning.”

The words landed like a bomb.

Her sharp inhale was barely audible, but I caught it. Saw it. Felt it. For a split second, her expression faltered. The flush of anger on her cheeks drained, and her lips parted in silent shock. Like I’d struck her.

Good. Cruel. Heartless. Callous. That was the point—to embarrass her. To put her in her place.

If she was going to play with fire, she needed to remember who the fuck she was dealing with.

I expected her to crack.

For her breath to hitch. For her to run. But instead?—

She wasn’t scared.

She was pissed.

I lifted a brow, letting the corner of my mouth quirk up.Come on, little raven. Show me what you’ve got.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and the sight made my fingers twitch, like I wanted to press my thumb there, pry her mouth open, force her to stop biting down. But before I could process that thought, her hand flew toward my face.

I let her hit me.

Not because I deserved it, but because I understood the urge to hurt.

A hush fell over the hallway.

A breath. A heartbeat.

Then—

“Remind me again,” she said with an edge of lethalness, “was that before or after you were screaming my name?”

Mason’s laughter shattered the heightening tension. “I think we’re rubbing off on you, my little kitten.” He tossed an arm around her shoulders, but Kaylor’s gaze remained fixed on me.

The rush in my veins turned electric.

What the hell is she doing to me?

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