Page 98 of Liars

“So, are you?” I challenged, purposefully tilting my head so our mouths aligned slightly closer.

“Am I what?”

“Going to kiss me?”

His lips twitched.

The air shifted between us. The tension that had always been there, sparking beneath the surface, ignited.

I should’ve turned and walked away. I should’ve.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my fingertips. “Screw it,” I whispered into his mouth, watching his eyes flare. “I’m tired of waiting for you to decide.”

“Kaylor—”

I cut off whatever he was about to say by rising onto my toes and pressing my mouth to his. I caught the darkening of his eyes right before our mouths collided.

It was reckless. It was a mistake. It was everything I shouldn’t be doing.

And yet, I didn’t care.

Kreed didn’t hesitate. One second, he stood there stunned, and the next, his hands were gripping my waist, his fingers digging in as he yanked me against him and reclaimed my mouth with a fierceness and ruthlessness that I was sure meant to frighten me.

It didn’t.

The joke was on him. It had the opposite effect.

The kiss turned from hesitant to hungry to desperate. He feasted on me as if he’d been starving for a taste; his restraint buckling. Not-so-gentle fingers fisted into my hair, tugging my head back, giving him better access, and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I gasped as he backed me up, stumbling, neither of us willing to break apart, not even when the backs of my knees hit the mattress and we tumbled onto his bed. The mask was the first thing to go. I shoved it off him, needing to see his face, the sharpangles and eyes staring back at me with an intensity that sent my pulse into chaos.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his breath warm against my lips.

I shook my head, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “No. Don’t you dare, not unless you want me to hurt you.”

He groaned, and then his mouth was on mine again, his hands everywhere, pulling, tugging, slipping beneath layers of fabric as clothes were tossed aside in hurried, frantic motions so he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination and I was in just my lacy underwear.

This was insanity.

But Kreed made me crazy.

I didn’t want to think.

I just wanted him.

His gaze roamed over my body, taking in every detail of my nakedness, lingering over my budding nipples that only tightened under his gaze. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

My fingers traced up his torso, following the lines of his tattoo. “I want you to show me.”

We were behind a closed door in his room, and I had no idea if Kreed locked it when he came in. Interruptions seemed unlikely, leaving us in a tempting situation. I didn’t have the willpower to walk out of this room. To stop kissing him, touching him, breathing him. Despite the consequences, I wanted this. I wanted him.

At least for tonight.

Tomorrow, I could go back to hating Kreed Corvo.

He had the power to make me forget who I was and the danger waiting for me outside this room, even if only for a few hours, and I would take it, take all of him.

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