Page 134 of His Trick

Every breath I had was caught in anticipation. I had been waiting for hours, and every fucking heartbeat without seeing his dirty blond hair appear stretched into eternity.

Shiloh.

My fucking Shiloh.

The thought alone set fire to my chest, and every vein hummed with hunger, obsession, and so much need.

I loved him.

Fuck me, I actually loved him. I was going to tell him I would do it. I would give up the darkness. If killing rabbits and chasing boars was how to keep him in my life, then so be it. My resolve felt right. The bad boy turned semi-killer. Absolutely dick whipped. I wasn’t gay, but apparently…

I am for him.

I heard his ragged breath before I saw him, felt the shift of the stagnant air, and the faint creak of floorboards under his careful footsteps.

He was cautious.

His body taut, his eyes scanning, trying to anticipate where I was, and when he’d find me.

His gaze flicked toward me, then away, wary but unmistakably drawn in. My lips curved beneath my mask, my familiar outfit bringing back such deliciously tainted memories. Every motion told me he was playing our game again.

“You look tense, Sunshine,” I murmured, stepping closer to him, letting my fingers brush the walls as I got to where he stood. “Something on your mind?”

My fingertips trailed over his body, noticing his fists were busted.

“My, my, Sunshine. Who pissed you off?” I chuckled, bringing his fist to my lips and letting my tongue glide over the casted wound. “It would appear enough actually to punch the shit out of them?”

“I…I’m not here for this,” he said, his stubbled jaw tight, and his chest rising and falling faster with my touch.

“Oh, feeling secretive, Baby? I thought you came here exactly for this,” I laughed low in my throat. Dangerously, I let my hand slide to his hip and slip into his waistband. “You came here for me, Shiloh. You’ve never been able to resist what I fucking do to you. But tonight, I can see it. You’re holding something back.”

He shifted under my darkened gaze, and his body trembled as I circled him, trying to figure out what was different in his stance. That hesitation, the push-and-pull of want and restraint that always set fire through me, was muted somehow.

I stepped closer, my hand moving over the tight lines of his chest, brushing the lean curve of his muscles, and leaning down to let my teeth graze lightly along his jaw.

“I-I can’t, Carrington…s-stop. We need to t-talk,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

“Mmm, you want to fight me, don’t you?” I whispered, my voice lowered to a rough rasp, my teeth grazing his jaw again. “Something has changed, my sweet Sunshine. Punching people and trying to resist me now. So intriguing, Baby Boy. But futile nonetheless.”

He gasped in my mouth, pulling away from my forced kisses, caught in the power of my words. His breath hitched on the syllables of my name. “Carrington…I…S?—”

“Stop?” I growled, pulling him flush to me, letting the wall trap him against me, just like that first night. “So cute, you’ve found your words. Let’s listen to how you’ll scream them.”

“I…I came to talk. Just talk, Carrington.”

“Oh, I know,” I said, my voice sharp as my cock, and just as dangerous.

My lips brushed his temple, my teeth grazing lightly, while my hand threaded through his lazy blond waves.

“You came to me. To talk. You know I don’t give anything for free, Shiloh. Why don’t you earn my silence to listen? Fill up my mouth to keep me quiet.”

His bright blue eyes flared, while his body shook, each and every muscle coiled beneath my fingertips. The resistance I fucking loved. The deadpanned hesitation was melting, leaving only a smoldering fire in its wake.

He shivered again and pressed closer, his hands moving, hesitant at first, then with more certainty, roaming over my chest, my shoulders, and my back. I groaned low in my throat, letting the friction ignite the room around us. His soft, familiar moans mingled with mine, echoing off the broken walls as he explored my body.

“Carrington, fuck me, why are you so hard to?—”

“I am always hard for you, Sunshine,” I growled, my hand gripping his and pressing it firmly on my aching cock. “I can’t help myself. I love you.”