Page 175 of Carnal Games

“Will be for you.” I hit play, biting my lip. I’ve already seen the movie and I remember my reaction the first time I saw it, clear as day. It was like staring at a hideous, heartbreaking, and nauseating train wreck. Completely unable to tear my gaze away.

At the end, the woman’s revenge was satisfying, and I was hooked.

As I watch the train wreck begin for the umpteenth time, pretty innocuous at first, I second-guess my decision.

Jeez! Why the heck would I choose this for our first date?

Way to go, Iris.

“Umm, Kian—” He shushes me with a hand over my mouth.

I settle back for the tumultuous ride. At the same time, the woman in the movie gets kidnapped and the torture starts. Having seen it years ago, I’m on the edge of my seat as my gaze remains glued to the screen.

Even though I know what’s coming next, I jump and flinch when a harrowing twist comes. Halfway into the movie, Kian tugs the blanket over us after feeling me shiver from the cold. I dare not glance at him, afraid of his reaction to what I’m making us watch.

My favorite part begins—the revenge spree.

Although my focus shifts from the actors to the man hugging me from behind, like it’s a nightly ritual for us. Snuggling and watching movies.

I love how he quietly likes to watch instead of talking in between scenes. I’m the same.

A gut-wrenching scream drags my attention to the television as the woman kills the first man viciously. Quite tame compared to what she’ll do to the remaining ones.

Kian sits unflinching. But I know it’ll soon change, making me grin.

Twenty minutes later, it happens.

He shifts. His fingers flex around my thigh as the last man is strapped naked to a metallic gurney. The guy’s agonized scream echoes in the room when the woman tortures him and flattens his testicles using a pair of pliers.

I barely contain my laughter as Kian’s body shudders, as though he’s the one getting maimed. Less than a minute later, the movie ends. I don’t say a word.

In a rough voice, he utters in disbelief, “You enjoy gore and violence.”

“I like women getting their revenge.”

“Judging by your taste in entertainment, I should refrain from pissing you off.”

Dropping the blanket, I twist in his hold until we’re face to face. “Still want to make me yours?”

“I want you even more now,” he says, achingly sweet.

“This movie has two more parts.” I snag the remote from the side. “Wanna watch the next one?”

The remote is snatched from my hand, and I’m flipped onto my back. An amused Kian looms over me. “Another time.”

I burst out laughing, and tease, “Did I scare the big bad wolf?”

“I don’t get scared.”

“If you say so.”

Locking my wrists over my head, he casually reveals, “I checked out Rosalie’s books.”

I freeze underneath him, forcing my expression to stay neutral. “Oh.”

“Interesting take onthrillers.”

Oh my! He read them. It’s written all over his face.

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