Page 31 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

A soft chuckle tickles my ear, then something slips between my ass cheeks and rubs against my hole. I arch my back and clench around his finger.

“Wake up, kitten,” a soft voice says at the same moment that naughty finger dips inside me.

I press my face into my pillow as the veil of sleep finally lifts, only to realize that the thing I’m smushing my face into isn’t my pillow. It’s Killian’s chest.

“Morning, sunshine,” he repeats and dips his finger inside me again. He’s only going deep enough to breach me, but that shallow touch is enough to set my entire body on fire.

I squirm against him and whimper.

He huffs out a soft laugh and cups my ass.

“Are you going to class today?” he asks like he didn’t just have his finger inside me.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say, still trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Killian and I might sleep together, but we don’t do this .

Every morning since that first night we shared a bed, I’ve woken up as Killian is untangling himself from me to slip from under the covers. We don’t talk, don’t acknowledge each other, and he definitely doesn’t touch me like he just did.

Lying in bed together like this is weird, but I don’t hate it.

We stay like that for a few more beats, then Killian sighs and pulls away.

I roll out of his arms and watch as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of my bed. Not caring that I’m being obvious, I trace my gaze over his strong back and broad shoulders. Killian is in incredible shape, and the dips and curves of his muscles are as fascinating as they are hot.

He glances over his shoulder. “Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I do.”

Something I can’t read flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone a moment later. “There’s been a change of plans,” he says as he stands.

“What do you mean?” I sit up and rub the back of my neck.

“There was an incident at the main house last night.” He lifts his arms over his head and stretches out his back.

The move makes the front of his boxer briefs ride down until a tiny bit of hair peeks out over the waistband, showing off his tight stomach and the noticeable V of his Adonis belt.

“Eyes up here, kitten.” He drops his arms.

I snap my gaze up but relax when I see Killian smirking at me.

“An incident?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah. The house is off limits to everyone who doesn’t need to be there until after the break.”

“Oh, that’s…unfortunate.” I pause. “What about the Rapture?”

Was it canceled? That would explain why Eden is going home today and not tomorrow.

“It’s been relocated.”

“To where?”

“Here.”

I blink at him. “Here, like here in the dorm?”

He nods.

“Oh.”

“Be back in this room by seven.” He folds his arms over his chest and pins me with a look. “And make sure you have everything you need because you’re not leaving until I say you can.”

A flash of something ugly hits me right in the chest. He expects me to hang out in his room while he fucks whoever wears that cheap-smelling perfume he was covered in last night in the same damn building?

The ugly feeling in my chest intensifies, and it takes a second to realize it’s jealousy. I’m jealous of whoever Killian is going to be spending his night with. What the fuck? I’ve never been jealous over anyone, but right now, I’m jealous as hell.

“Understood?” he prompts when I don’t respond.

I nod, making sure to keep my expression blank.

Something dark flashes in his eyes, then he heads toward the side of the room, his strides long and sure.

I slip out of my bed and hurry into the bathroom. I turn on the water and then lean against the counter as I wait for it to warm up.

“This is just a game,” I mutter to myself. “You started it. None of it means anything.”

I repeat that a few times until I feel a little more settled and check the water. It’s still chilly, but I step into the shower anyway. It’ll warm up while I’m using it.

Killian is still in the room when I come out of the bathroom. He’s sitting on his bed in a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt. The outfit is simple, boring even, but of course he looks like a fucking book cover model in it, especially with how he’s looking at me.

Killian can smolder like no one else, and I hate how much I love having his eyes on me.

I’ve never been self-conscious, mostly because I don’t give a shit what people think of me or if they find me attractive.

But there’s something exhilarating about knowing Killian likes what he sees.

Maybe it’s the whole forbidden stepbrother thing, or maybe it’s the forced proximity of being roommates that’s making me forget that this whole thing was supposed to be a game.

Or maybe I’m just a slut like he says, and he’s the one who happened to unlock my kinks. Who the fuck knows.

“Like what you see?” I ask when I catch him staring at my ass.

His heated gaze meets mine, and it’s so intense I can practically feel it like a physical thing. Without saying a word, he stands, and I swallow involuntarily as he stalks toward me, his steps measured and purposeful.

I stand there, frozen, as he tugs the towel from around my waist and tosses it on my bed. I’m rock hard, and the tip of my cock brushes against his jeans as it springs up. The rasp of denim against my skin makes me draw in a hissing breath. It hurts, but in the best way possible.

“Take my dick out,” he says, his voice a low growl.

My hands are shaking as I undo his jeans and pull the V of his fly open as wide as it can go.

He maintains eye contact as I reach into his briefs and pull him out. He’s hot and hard and already slick with precum, and my own dick pulses as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip. I give him a quick stroke and let go.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “You want it?”

I don’t answer. He knows I do.

Before I’m fully aware of what’s happening, Killian spins me around and shoves me onto my bed.

I land on my stomach and let out a little oof of surprise, then let out another one as Killian lays over me, blanketing me with his bigger body.

The scrape of his clothes against my skin lights me up from the inside. So does the fact that he’s fully clothed and I’m completely naked. The power imbalance should freak me out or make me feel vulnerable, but it just doesn’t.

Killian plants his hands on either side of my arms and digs his knees into the bed so he’s caging in my thighs, keeping me from spreading my legs at all.

His lips are next to my ear, and his harsh breaths as he shifts around until his cock slips between my ass cheeks are enough to set my blood on fire.

I clench around him, squeezing his cock as hard as I can. He grunts, the sound low and feral, and closes his mouth against my neck.

My cry is way too loud as he sucks and bites on my neck. He’s not being gentle, and I don’t want him to be. I tilt my head to the side and lean back against him, giving him better access and silently begging for more.

He lets out one of those pleased-sounding rumbles and rolls his hips so he can drag his cock through my crease.

Mindlessly, I reach back with one hand and grab a fistful of his hair. But instead of pulling on it or trying to get him off me, I tug him closer and hold him in place as he ravages my neck with his talented mouth.

He groans against my skin and snaps his hips, his pace furious as he fucks my crease the way I want him to fuck me.

I’m barely aware of the sounds I’m making as my stepbrother uses me like a sex sleeve. Wetness pools in my crease as his precum creates a slick passage for him.

Every punch of his hips is hard enough to rock me on the bed, and the rough rasp of the comforter against my sensitive dick is incredible as the pain and pleasure mix to create something new.

Killian finally releases my neck, and the harsh stings of pain and blooming burn from the many hickeys and bite marks I’m sure are there only amplify my pleasure.

I’m leaking all over my comforter, but I have the wherewithal to squeeze my cheeks around his length. All my years of swimming have given me incredibly strong glutes and thighs, and I’m rewarded with a strangled cry that tells me exactly how much he likes the move.

The sensation of being completely surrounded by him is almost as hot as what he’s doing to my body. Not being able to move, having my legs pinned together as he uses my ass like a sex toy, is way more erotic than it has any business being, and it’s too easy to sink into the sensations.

His breathing picks up, and his soft groans and bitten-off cries are some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.

Killian doesn’t hide himself from me when we fuck around, not really, but he keeps a tight grip on his control. I’ve never heard him let go like this, and the unapologetic way he’s using me to get off makes me want more.

He shifts over me slightly, and on the next thrust, his cockhead catches on my hole. He doesn’t breach me, but he opens me up enough that his tip dips inside me for the briefest of seconds before popping back out.

I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted as liquid fire fills my veins and the last of my higher brain function shuts down. The touch was simple, accidental, and quick. But holy fucking shit, Killian had a part of his dick inside me.

“Do it,” I say on a gasp.

Killian doesn’t pause, but his rhythm stutters slightly, letting me know he’s just as surprised by my words as I am.

I want him, and I’m done pretending I don’t. If he’s going to spend tonight fucking around and getting his freak on with a bunch of randoms while I have to stay in our room alone, then I want him now.