Page 97 of Wicked Games

“Because you told me not to.” He gives a little shrug.

“Who were you with?” I demand, fighting to keep my voice even. Screaming and yelling will only make him shut down, and I need answers before I lose my goddamn mind and tear the entire house apart looking for William and whoever else dared to touch him.

“With?” He blinks at me in confusion.

“Who were you with?” I repeat.

“William?” he asks, like he isn’t sure what I mean.

“You fucked around with William?”

He widens his eyes. “What? Ew, no. Gross.” He makes a face like he just sucked on a lemon wedge. “Yuck.”

“Then who were you with?” I repeat, a little placated by his reaction.

“No one.” He shoots me a confused look.

“Then why did you leave the room?”

“Because I was looking for you.” He widens his eyes, and his mouth forms a little O, like he didn’t mean to say that.

My next question dies on my lips as I take that in. What the fuck?

“You were looking for me?” I repeat slowly.

He nods, his eyes clouding over with what looks like anger.

“Why?”

He glares at me, but the effect is ruined by his flushed cheeks and the way he wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Why?” I repeat.

“Because I needed to know.”

“Needed to know what?”

“Who you were fucking!” he bursts out and scrambles to his feet.

I stand as well, albeit a little more slowly. “What?”

“You locked me in our room and left me alone so you could go to a sex party.” He huffs out an angry sound that’s almost a growl but not quite. “I needed to know what you were doing.Whoyou were doing.”

Is he jealous?

For reasons I’m not ready to examine, that makes me smile. “You care who I fuck?”

He cuts his gaze to the side. “No.”

I lean in and put my lips next to his ear. “I think you do.”

He shudders and lets out a soft whimper.

“I think you’re jealous,” I continue, shifting even closer so my lips brush against his ear with each word.

“I’m not,” he says, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

“You are.” I give his earlobe a little nip.

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