Page 65 of His Trick

But as I kissed him deeper, and used my tongue to open his mouth to me, explored his spicy taste, molded my body to his, and let him feel me submit, I could feel the moment he started to come back.

I could feel the darkness leave him, see the gold return to his eyes.

His hands wrapped around me, one going to my throat, his grip throwing me back against the wall by the stairs, the other held under my chin, angling my head up to kiss me deeper.

Moans echoed off the wall of the alley-like hallway outside, and I realized it was from me. I was fucking melting. My body was falling into a rhythm that just felt natural with my stupid ass sadist.

“I’m here, Baby Boy. I’m here.”

I felt his words in my mouth, and hearing that he was here with me, that I brought him back from his darkness, made me feel hope for the first time in so long.

Maybe it was possible to keep it at bay when…you had something to show you light. For a while, I thought it was Xanthy that kept me from giving in to the dark, but now, I realized she didn’t stop it.

She masked it, not like this. With Carrington, I only felt his light. A man that was fucking darkness personified, from his shitty asshole attitude, to his edgy piercings, and dark fucking hair that I loved to grip.

Loved…

I pulled away from Carrington, trying to catch my fucking breath, and noticed the onlookers that were invisible to me moments before. This was so stupid, so reckless.

Why don’t I have a goddamn brain when it comes to Carrington Harding?

My chest was tight, and heat radiated through me like a fucking physical burn. It hurt, and yet, it felt good. A stupid sensation I only felt with him. Pain enveloped by a warmth I couldn’t deny. It was like a fire you knew could destroy you, but you were too desperate to stay close enough to feel the heat it offered.

“Shiloh?” he gasped, his voice soft. He was back to himself now, but I felt anything but myself.

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and cleared my throat, shooting a glare at the assholes snickering. Some of them looked at us with lust, glazing over their eyes. Others couldn’t have been more disgusted.

“Oh, Baby! You need a third? Because I’ll do it for free for the two of you…”

The toothless woman who approached us smelled like drugs and urine. Before Carrington could blow up again, I stepped forward and shook my head, blocking Carrington with my body. “He’s not for fucking sale.”

My heart did a weird ass flip that made me even more uncomfortable, and before I could focus on it, I stalked up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the incessant pain in my ass to follow.

When we got to the room, it was worse than I’d expected. Two twin beds, scratchy-looking comforters, and the air was stale, smelling faintly of mold and fucking semen. I dropped my bag on the nearest mattress and sank onto it, rubbing at my temples. “I just want to sleep, okay.”

Carrington locked the door, tossing his jacket over a chair, and leaning against the dresser like he owned the place. His eyes pinned me down. “That’s a shame.”

I knew that tone. Knew that look. My chest tightened further, and I sighed.

“Carrington…” I warned.

He crossed the room in three strides, looming over me before I could even stand. His hand pressed to my chest, pushing me back against the thin mattress, his knee sliding between my thighs. His weight, his scent, and the sharp smoke still clinging to his clothes—it was suffocating and fucking intoxicating.

“Don’t start,” I muttered, my voice breaking and way too soft.

“Start?” his mouth brushed my ear. “Baby, I haven’t even begun. And anyway, you started downstairs. I’m just finishing it.”

Against my will, heat shot through me. My hands gripped the fucking sheets, torn between pushing him off and pulling him fucking closer. He kissed my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a damn mark that would be impossible to explain to his sister. His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt, and I shivered.

“I can’t…” I panted. “Just stop.”

“Ya know, being a cock tease is only cute for so long, Sunshine.” His voice was like velvet and goddamn steel, hard and unrelenting. Like his cock pressed into my body. “You fucking want me to. Does your hard dick need some reassurance?”

“I said no,” I gasped, even as my hips betrayed me, arching up into his. My body was a fucking traitorous slut, always trembling and begging for his abuse.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing my jaw. “You beg so pretty, Shiloh. But we both know begging isn’t your way of saying stop. It’s your way of asking for fucking more. And tonight, I am fucking taking it all. I am going to fuck that tight little ass. And Iknow how much you’re going to come for me. I know that sweet spot that will drive you fucking wild. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my Good Boy? You need me to fuck you. You’re ready.”

My chest heaved, panic clawing me to pieces alongside the desire.