Page 173 of Carnal Games

“You won’t be able to resist if I don’t?”

“I… No.”

“Hmm… the next few days are going to be rough for you unless you learn to practice restraint,” he teases in a filthy and gritty timbre. “Because I sleep nude, rainbow.”

My breath expels from my chest in a whoosh.

He isn’t finished tormenting me, dropping his voice even more so it’s gravelly. “So will you, once you’re all mine.”

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m even begging for at this point.

“This word with my name will be all you scream when I own your cunt, Iris.”

Like a ghost, he’s gone when my eyes flash open, leaving me an utter wreck in his thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets.

Chapter Forty-Five

Iris

“You didn’t tell me what had you frowning, rainbow,” Kian says, returning from his closet in low-hanging black sweatpants.

Resist. Resist. Resist, I chant, ripping my gaze away from his bare chest. “Your TV is facing the wrong direction.”

“How so?” The bed dips with his weight as he gets into his side.

“It reflects the bed when turned off, like a mirror.”

“So?”

“So,” I wave my hand and explain, “it disrupts the room’s energy and can potentially cause issues with relationships…” I trail off, realizing what I just said. “I’m just saying you should avoid it, that’s all.”

“Another tip from your mom?” Humor laces his voice.

“It’s not superstition, it’s science.”

“Science?”

“Yes.” I swing my gaze toward him. “Vastu Shastra. Ever heard of it?”

“Oh, I have.” A low, throaty chuckle. A flash of his dimple. “Just never met someone who believes in it as much as you do.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s adorable.” Both dimples appear as he smiles. “I’ll move the TV. Anything else?”

The urge to close the two inches of space between us and crawl into his lap engulfs me. He notices before I can conceal it.

“Come here,” he softly orders.

“I’m trying to resist you.”

“I’m not naked.”

He’s the most naked I’ve ever been around. “Clothed or not, you’re highly irresistible, Kian.”

“Two seconds before I pick you up,” he warns.

I stupidly ignore it and mutter, “Shall I start the movi—”

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