Page 158 of Carnal Games

I shake my head as a fire licks up my spine.

“Do you honestly think the minute I fuck you, feel your tight cunt stretch around my cock, I’ll let you leave my bed to go home to another man?” The harshness in his tone hardens my nipples into aching points. His crude words shoot straight to my core, casting a lustful spell over me.

No one’s talked to me this way.

It should be wrong and distasteful, not extremely hot.

“One taste of your lips—” His gaze dips lower to watch his thumb caress the outline of my mouth. It parts as I exhale. The color of his eyes darkens to a cloudy smoke. “—and you’ll belong to me. Once you become mine, you won’t be anyone else’s. You’ll bemywoman.Myfucking property.Myqueen. I’ll haveallof you. What we won’t be is a dirty little secret.”

The intensity and rawness of his admission have me turning lax in his arms. My pulse is pounding so hard I hear it in my ears.

I want it all… is lodged on the tip of my tongue.

The man I’ve crossed every line for is baring his soul to me, serving my dream with open arms. I can’t run toward him and scream,Yes. Invisible chains tie me down.

So, I utter the closest thing to it. “You can never be anything less than a woman’s entire world, Kian. It’ll revolve around you. Begin and end with you.”

Like mine has ever since I was eighteen.

“If she has you,” I whisper, brushing my fingers along his stubbled jaw. I tug him closer. “She could never love another.”

“Yet she’s marrying someone else.”

The beating organ in my chest plummets to my stomach at the anguish in his voice. The haunting look he directs at me. I’ve never hated myself more.

I shut my eyes, mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t want me pulling away?”

Opening my gaze, I nod earnestly.

“Give me the truth.”

“Ask me anything else,” I beg.

His jaw clenching, he shoves my arms over my head and imprisons them against the wall. I instinctively squirm, arching my back. The thin blouse gives away my hard nipples, snagging his salacious gaze toward them.

“Kian?” I heave.

“It’ll be so easy.” His voice is suddenly threatening as his vicious gaze drifts to my flushed face. The tenderness in his expression has vanished. All that’s left is a primitive male with his sights set on me. “So goddamn easy to trap you.”

“T-trap me?”

“You have no idea what deranged thoughts consume my mind knowing you’re sleeping in the room next to mine.” Skating a hand up my thigh, he curls it around roughly. “Wanna know?”

“Mhmm,” I hum incoherently, losing all rational sense.

“I imagine all the depraved ways I can bind you to me, just so you have no choice but to call off the engagement. I restrain myself every night from slipping into your bed and fucking my cum into you over and over until you’re pregnant. I’ve never had these wild urges, yet if it were the only way to keep you, I’d do it a million times.”

Oh my goodness!

I stare into his feral gaze, mouth agape and shivering at his unhinged confession. My mind can’t process how to react. Meanwhile, my body is another story.

I’m humiliatingly aroused.

Every inch of me is enamored by his dark, fucked-up, and diabolical craving.

“It’s why I keep you at arm’s length, Iris,” he growls, voice ragged. Freeing my wrists, his hand burrows in my hair as he pushes his hips right against my center, turning me into his willing captive. “Because the more I touch you, the more I feel my restraint weakening. You have me so out of control. It’s like I never had any to begin with.”

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