Page 60 of Darkest Game

“I do understand having complicated feelings for your own husband.” I flick my eyes at Liam and watch him shift around on the couch, looking anywhere but at me. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“Because, fuck, Irina. I shouldn’t want you. But I do.”

“Want me?”

He finally looks at me. “Yeah. Want you.”

“Want me how?”

“You can’t be that innocent.”

I frown. I have some idea of what he means but I need him to clarify it.

“Or maybe you do,” he murmurs. “I want to touch you. Make you mine. But I can’t.”

“Why not?” I gasp.

“Because you really want me touching you? I’ve saved you from being raped multiple times. I’m not going to force myself on you. And we were both forced into this marriage. Neither of us should want it. It’s too messy and fucking complicated. This would all be easier if I could just push you from my mind.”

“I can’t get you off my mind either,” I admit.

“Don’t say those things to me,” he says in a low voice, his eyes turning dark.

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me want to pull you into me and have my way with you.”

I shiver. The thought of Liam touching me sends goosebumps over my body. “If I said… yes, would you touch me?”

He stares at me steadily. “You want me to touch you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then don’t toy with me, baby. Because I want to touch you. You’re my wife. Might as well be honest. But if you’re unsure, then we can’t go there. Because I’m not going to force you to be with me.”

“What if I was sure? What…” I bite my lip and his eyes zero in on it. “What if I told you I wanted you to touch me?”

“Then I would kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. I would show you pleasure that I’m sure you’ve never experienced before. I could teach you so many things.”

“What things?” I whisper. We’re playing a dangerous game right now and I don’t care one bit.

“I could teach you how to kiss. How to touch my body. How to touch your own body.”

“How to… have sex?” I ask. I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation with him but it feels right. Dangerous and dark but right.

There’s no denying that Liam makes me feel things. Intense, powerful sensations. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life before.

“Yes,” he says gruffly. “How to have sex. Fuck. Knowing I would get to be your first…” He shakes his head. “But we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Are you seriously saying you want to have sex with me?”

“Well… not right now.”

“If we had sex, there’s no going back from that. I don’t think I could ever let you go then and if that was the case, you’d never get to see your family again. Not when Mikhail and Nico want me dead. I’ve been selfish for most of my life but with you? I don’t want to be selfish.”

His words only make me like him more.