Page 59 of Dark Little Game

“You’ll never know what happened in London. And you’ll never know why I have my differences from Weston. I told youone sad story, but you don’t know a single thing about me. I can turn this blade around anytime I want.”

Igotto him.

Something set him off, and I don’t know what it was.

Even the blunt edge of his knife is starting to bite at my skin, now, and the grip he has around my wrist is starting to burn.

And something in me fucking likes it.

I hate that part of myself.

I reach my free hand up.

Slowly.

Steadily.

Until my palm lands on the back of Hunter’s hand, the hand that’s currently gripping a knife held against my chest.

I stroke his skin there. The back of his hand and his forearm are smooth, the skin much softer than I expected.

I got to you.

I made you snap.

I feel my cock respond as I touch his skin, watching that wild look in his eyes start to fade. I feel like for the first time, I have him in my web instead of the other way around.

Two can play this fucking game.

“You look pretty when you’re out of control,” I murmur, and I almost can’t believe the words that are coming out of my own mouth.

His eyes are wild again, but in a different way this time.

For a second I swear he’s really going to bring the sharp end of that knife to my neck.

“Goddamnit, I want to hurt you so fucking badly,” he growls, and I can tell he means it.

But instead, he keeps it right where it is as he leans in, keeping the metal pressed firmly on my skin as he claims my mouth in a hard kiss.

And as I slide my tongue past his lips, I know for the first time that there’s nothing that’s going to stop us, now.

We’re not in public.

Nothidingfrom anyone.

I can practically feel every nerve in my body vibrating withneedfor him.

And there’s nothing to keep me from taking all of him.

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Hunter

I keep my knife against Rayne’s chest.

Keep my hand around his wrist, too.

You made me lose it, and you’re going to pay for it.