Page 23 of Play Dirty
“Fuck you, Reyes,” she quips, her voice quivering with need.
“You wish you could, but it would be below me to fuck someone so desperate.” With that, I fist her icy locks, displacing her perfect bun, and shove her down onto her knees. Desperate. Full of shame.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t run. Instead, she holds her head up high and for a moment our eyes collide — all I can see is a dare.
Break me.
And fuck, do I want to.
“Look at you, Shi, on your knees for the help.” My voice is a low growl, fighting my own dark needs to cover her face in my cum.Devouring her. Ruining the precious crowned one— Shiloh Johnson, Villalargo’s favorite ice queen. For someone who hates the idea of touching myself or fucking, I want to ravage her.
I want to pull my cock free from my pants and fuck her —ruin her for everyone, but the shame wins. Guilt takes the wheel, and instead, I release her, letting her fall to the ground.
Without another word, I turn away and exit the room. They’ve already taken so much from me; the least I can do is not become the same as the monsters that have broken me. Just as I close the door behind me, the burner phone vibrates, and the message makes my blood run cold.
Anonymous
Choices have consequences.
Shiloh
I don’t know how long I remain in the same position he left me in.
Speechless.
Heart racing. My eyes blur, burning from the tears gathering as I wrap my arms around myself and rock to the silent lullaby of my shame. How could I do this to June? What kind of desperate whore am I? What am I turning into?
It’s not that I expected to find him here. But I can’t deny the butterflies that erupt in a violent dance every time he’s nearby. What hurts the most is the guilt I carry for having those feelings, even if fleeting. I’m betraying my best friend with just the thought. And tonight, I look down at my hand that still burns with his warmth.
Heat courses through me as I remember the weight of his cock in my hand— the feeling of it. Tears run down my face as I look at my traitorous hand, the sound of the grandfather clock ticks away, and all I can do is allow myself to sink further into the cool floor.
At least it wasn’thim.. That was here.
The question now is, why was Nicolas here? Why was he here waiting for me?
I let the tears and pain flow through me— feel every ounce of it before I slip on the mask, not the one that already covers my face, but the one I wear every day. Slowly, I rise to my feet, smoothing the fabric of my skirt, as I walk towards the bar in the library.
I have waited long enough.
Grabbing the glass bottle with bourbon from the mahogany cart, I don’t bother to pour it in a cup; instead, I bring it to my lips and take a long drink. Feeling the smooth, woodsy liquid slide down my throat, burning it in its wake. A river of fire and deception.
A smile escapes my lips before I wipe away the liquid that runs down my chin. He thinks he can play— I can play too, so muchbetter. I let him see the ache that was buried deep down. That fire he lit all those years back, with no desire to put it out.
The fire burns low. A slow dance against time, but that small win is nothing when you can’t obtain the prize.
Chapter Nine
Shiloh
My heels click down the hall as Master of None by Beach House plays through the building. Champagne glasses clinking. People smiling and dancing. The music plays loudly and the lights are dimmed low.
Perfect for what I’m about to do.
First, I need to find him. Which I do, right where I expected him to be amongst the donors and his teammates. Drinking, pretending to fit in. Wearing his mask, the one he puts on for the world– including June. The one I see right through, the one I want to rip from his handsome face and expose him to the world.
Taking another swig from the bottle, my body hums as the liquor floods my system. It’s like I’m walking on clouds, except I'm not. I’m in hell. And I've decided I’ll drag him into the flames with me. I’ll remove him from my best friend's life, one way or another. One day, she will be thankful for it; one day, she will appreciate me wiping this filth from her life.
My hips begin to sway slowly as I lock eyes with the team's striker and Nico’s roommate. He's flamboyant, arrogant, and mine to toy with. I strut over to Thiago as he takes a long sip of the champagne in his hand, his eyes roaming over my body.
