Page 54 of Play Dirty
I never spoke about it to anyone… not even June. I was so embarrassed to want him as badly as I did, only to be rejected and ignored.
I didn’t even get the decency of a kiss; it was all heat… nothing soft as he fucked me against a tree. My hand absentmindedly moves towards the middle of my stomach, where a tiny scar remains from how hard he fucked me into the tree branch. Didn’t even wait to be brought into the rooms, he took me right under the moon, and then he left.
Not a word.
Not a second glance.
Nothing but coldness.
The worst part is that I asked for it… Every second... He just didn’t stay.
The hunt is only for the petals. I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t lie and say I wasn’t excited. Deep inside, I want to run…
I want him to chase…
And I want Nicolas Reyes to ruin me..
The petals form a line as we are brought outside, and a masked man holds the horn that will signal the beginning of the hunt. The woods are quiet except for the vibrations from the music that plays inside. The cool breeze bites into my hot skin, my heart rate spiking with the rhythm of the song.
My breathing slows.
The moon is high in the sky, guiding us… Shining light on the objectification. Casually, I glance over my shoulder to look for him once more, but he’s gone. The spot where he stood is now empty. A chill runs down my spine, causing me to quiver just as the horn blares.
My feet move on their own as I bolt into the forest, quickly ditching my heels like my mother taught me. “No heels, first thing you remove, and then split your dress down the side.” My mother's words ring through my mind.
The cold freezes the tip of my nose. My chest tightens. My skin prickles. My core pulses a steady rhythm.
I run deeper into the woods, allowing the darkness to shelter me. I don’t want to be caught by someone who’s not him. Following the trail that leads to the stream, I wonder if he still remembers where he found me. Where he fucked me.
A branch snaps behind me, and I quickly dart to the right. Wind rushes past me, my feet hitting the dirt as it gets harder to breathe. I welcome the burn of my lungs, the tightening in my throat from the lack of moisture. Still, I pump my legs harder, ignoring the shame… ignoring how wrong it is to want Nico even after all this time.
The alcohol has blurred the line, and tonight, I’m willing to cross it.
In order to feel him… feel anything besides the pain that has made a permanent home within my chest. I want to be ruined.
I want to be wanted.
Claimed…
I don’t care if he breaks me…
This time, I welcome it.
Chapter Twenty– Two
Nico
Using the trunk of the tree as a shield, I watch as Asher closes in. His mask is off, a smug look on his face as he watches her stand in the middle of the woods. The sound of running water overpowers the sound of his steps and thankfully mine.
The asshole is too busy setting up his phone, while Shiloh is oblivious to the fact that she’s in harm's way. I cut through the woods, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him to the ground. “What the fuck?” He groans just as my fist connects with his running mouth.
Shutting him the fuck up with one punch.
He scrambles backward, rising to his feet, and swings. Completely missing. Using his other hand, he wipes the blood coming from his mouth. He swings again and misses once more. I duck and slam my fist directly into his core, drawing the air from his lungs through the force.
Asher stumbles back. “You are dea-”
“You talk too much.” I hiss, watching as he struggles to hold his own, his hand clutching his fucked mouth. He moves in again, and this time I knock him out cold with a final blow. A grin spreads slowly across my face as I watch him fall forward onto the cold ground. Pulling out my phone, I send a picture to Zayden with my location.
