Page 129 of Dark Little Game
It’s a mistake to get close, or let anyone in.
And Rayne’s so far behind my walls that it’s starting to feel like he belongs there.
I’m never okay. Want to ask me a different question?
I want to ask you to stay close to me every moment of the day. Now I know why you felt the need to stalk me to protect me.
I don’t need anyone’s protection but my own.
I caught you off guard with a slap. Better not let an actual attacker surprise you like that.
You’re mouthy ever since you admitted you’re mine.
Going to punish me?
Quit distracting me.
If we’re going to die anyway, I want to go out like this.
A moment later I receive a photo from him. He’s just gotten out of the shower, with water droplets still clinging to his skin. His cock is hard and he has his hand around the base of it.
So fucking hot. Gives new meaning to the phrase die hard.
Fuck. Don’t make me laugh when I should be worried for my life.
Trust me, Rayne. That’s the time when you need to laugh the most.
My cock is yours when you get home.
I love the photo he sent me.
I love his goddamn texts.
I love the way he makes me smile and I fuckinghatethe way that means he has control over me.
I grip my phone so hard in my hand my knuckles turn white. I want to toss it into an incinerator right now, but a more honest part of me knows that it wouldn’t make any difference.
Phone or no phone, I’d still find my way back to Rayne.
And the way he worries about me is probably the worst of it.
No one worries about me. They worryforme. They worry that I’ll hurt them.
And everything is better that way.
I shove away the feeling, stuffing it into the dark recesses of my mind like I’ve always done. Latelyit seems impossible to do anything I used to do, though, and that threat of an inferno inside me is only getting worse.
I need something else right now.
An actual distraction.
A real friend.Because apparently I’m no good at being alone anymore.
I pull out my phone again and text Briar, instead.
Are you free right now?
Briar: Just got out of my Chemistry lab. Need caffeine. Meet me at the Kettle?
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