Page 12 of Dark Little Game

Fire consumes me all at once.

Do it.

Suddenly the only important thing in the world now is getting Mikael to look atme, instead.

My feet are already moving before I can second-guess myself.

Do.

It.

I move across the room, approaching Hunter.

With every step I take toward him, something screams louder inside me, at war with the other urges.

I know, dimly, that I should turn around.

Get the fuck away.

But betrayal is a dirty-burning fuel, and it’s surging like a drug in my veins when I get in close to him.

Do it right fucking now.

Count of three. Ready?

I’veneverbeen this close to Hunter unless I was trying to punch him. Hunter’s eyes are crystalline grey-blue, like two cold lakes, and it’s gorgeous, terrifying, and I’m well aware he’s knocked people unconscious for worse than what I’m about to do.

But these days, I take what I want.

Three.

I need to make my exburnwith fucking jealousy.

Two.

I’ll deal with the consequences later.

One.

I grab the front of Hunter’s shirt in my fist and lock my gaze on his lips.

I lean in and crush my mouth to his, like he’s my possession to take.

My heartbeat is like a war drum, pounding faster than the rhythm of the bassy music.

Fuck.

His lips are softer than I expected.

It feels good to kiss him, and heat blooms in my chest the moment I realize I’m actually doing this.

I don’t know what I expected, other than the fact that kissing Hunter seems like trying to kiss a fucking viper.

He’s straight, and that’s not even the worst thing about it.

This was a terrible idea, one I’m going to pay for, no doubt.

But I’m under the control of something way more potent thanrationalityright now.