Page 61 of Illicit Games

I let him consume me until it’s just us.

Sensual and deep, his tongue strokes mine once before he pulls his lips away. It seems like we were kissing for ages, but it was mere seconds.

Like a bolt of lightning, reality hits.

My eyes widen as it dawns on me that I kissed my fiancé’s older brother in public.

Oh god!

There’s a deafening silence in the spacious room. Every single person seems suspended in suspense, eagerly awaiting what will occur next. Probably expecting a brawl between the two brothers.

Even I’m clueless.

Nervous.

Waiting for the wrecking ball to slam into me any second now. But then I glance at Kian, the reverence in his gray eyes melts my heart with warmth. Without breaking out connection, I feel him slowly slide the engagement ring off my finger.

Keeping me flush against his chest protectively and in a blatant show of ownership, his features harden into stone as he aims a withering look over my shoulder.

I twist my head in time to catch him slamming the diamond ring against the chest of a stoic and fuming Nathan.

“The wedding’s off, little brother,” declares Kian. “Stay the hell away frommywoman.”

Nathan’s jaw clenches, making no move to grab the ring and letting it clatter to the floor. The sound sends a trickle of terror down my spine.

I wait for him to out me as a spy in retribution.

He stays quiet, which doesn’t ease the ominous feeling in my gut. However, it’s not as big as the overwhelming weightlessness and respite in my being. Because whatever mayhem is about to come our way, Kian and I are in it together.

My attention is stolen when Kian grazes a knuckle against my cheek, murmuring, “Ready to go home, Rainbow?”

The wordhomebrings a smile to my face.

In a thick voice, I utter, “Yes, love.”

Then, for the first time in three years, I finally walk out on the arm of the right man.

The right brother.

My other half.

Chapter Seventeen

Iris

My phone starts blowing up when I turn on the notifications the next morning. A long stream of text messages in the group chat with my best friends. I’m talking more than a hundred—not including the several missed calls.

Jeez! Were they up all night typing on their phones?

I mean, I expected a crazy reaction. But I’m still taken by surprise.

My eyes bug out as I read through them. I don’t know whether to laugh or be scared. They go from shell-shocked to downright unhinged.

BEE: What.

BEE: The.

BEE: Fuck.