Page 22 of Play Dirty
They want me to bleed. Fine.
So will she.
I creep around the darkness, letting the dread build inside her the deeper she gets into the study. Once I’m behind her, there’s no roomfor failure. No room for redemption. This will make me just as bad as the people who have hurt me, how ironic when they say everything has a price. I wonder what’s hers?
My hand closes around her mouth, and she freezes. Muscles locking in place as I walk over to the desk. There’s no fight in Shiloh— just acceptance, and it fills me with rage. Who hurts her?
Who has broken her this much, that she doesn’t resist– she just gives, and suddenly I don’t want to take.
“Who hurt you, Blondie?” I ask, inhaling a deep breath of her scent— flowers and mint. Erasing the stench ofhimon my skin. The contact of her soft lips should disgust me, but it doesn’t; if anything, it sends small sparks through my body.
I hate that I feel this way… especially forher.
However, I welcome the oblivion— the small reprieve that she provides for a moment. I want him all gone, replaced by her. My voice causes her to snap out of her small trance; after all, I’m sure that I wasn’t who she was expecting.
“Were you expecting the big bad wolf to come and eat you?”I can feel my heart racing, sending blood rushing to places it shouldn’t. What a fucking inconvenience —the only time it wants to work. It’s now. With her.
Shiloh’s breath hitches, slowly rising. “Little pig, little pig… wants to let me in.” That’s what gets her moving— her teeth sink into the flesh of my palm, and the pain has the blood speeding straight to my cock.
I recoil. Stepping away and allowing us both room to breathe. Holding her head up high, with the moon illuminating all the light from the metallic sparkles on her corset, I feel her gaze searing into me. She looks ethereal– like a fallen angel of sin.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,Reyes.”
My eyes focus on her mouth — anything but those fucking sparkling orbs of ice. “Does it look like I'm touching you? I just wanted to scare you, not fuck you.”
She tsks, “Fuck you, what are you even doing here? Didn’t think they would allow the help in this kind of event.”
There it is. She goes straight for the kill with her elitist remark, and the words get under my skin. I move closer and she steps back, body trembling, her chest rising slowly. Her lips part as she lets out a shaky breath, while mine curl into a sly smile.
“I will tell June, don’t fucking touch me.” She snaps, backing up into the shelves. I shake my head, like a cat playing with a mouse.
“There’s nothing to tell, Shiloh. I wouldn’t touch you even if you were begging.” I back her further into the shelves, heat radiating from her body in the cool room… My body casts a shadow over her, blocking the moon’s glow
“You’re not my type.” I lean in and whisper, but even I don’t believe that.
She laughs. A loud and evil sound. Her hand reaches out, freezing me in place as she cups my cock. I look down for a second, too stunned to even retort. The bulge in my pants is enough to make a liar out of me.
“Seems like I’m just that.” Her voice drops. “Your type.”
I swallow hard, past the lump in my throat. The desire to split her open and the shame of betraying June have me stepping back to allow some space to dissolve the tension between us.
“Don’t get too happy, Blondie, I just like to fuck.” I lie. My dick is only hard when I think of her, imagining all the delicious sounds I could make her make. Fuck, I’m so hard right now. “Nothing more than that, you would just be another hole to fill and breed.”
That fucking does it.
Her tongue darts out slowly, licking over the soft flesh of her lips. God, forgive me, because all I want to do is sin. Right here. Right now.
I should stop.
I should leave.
However, I remain in place. Looking at the way her lips curl into a devilish smirk. “You don’t deserve her, you don’t deserve to be in the same room as us. You’re filth, staining her and me. Go on and leave while you still have some decency.”
Shiloh takes it there with her classist bullshit, but her body betrays her. She’s shaking, and her thighs clench together. There’s no hiding what we want. No matter if it condemns us. Such a filthy little slut, and I haven’t even touched her. “I’m not the one wishing to fuck your best friend’s man and shaking from the need to do so.”
I step closer— caging her in as my hands dart out and rest on the wall on either side of her head. She shoves me hard, causing me to stumble back, and then her hand goes to slap me. Probably from the embarrassment that her facade cracked just enough for me to see her need for me.
Catching her hand mid-air, I pull her closer than I should. A soft whimper escapes past her lips. She braces herself for a kiss, one that she won’t get. “So needy, does June know how much you want me?”
