Page 149 of Pretty Twisted Games


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Now, a few pelted my cupped palms, small drops of happiness and memories.

I felt Rook's eyes, watching me.

Ever since the lawyer's office, he'd been moody and sulky.

"Look Rook," I teased, tilting his chin upwards, "it's the gods, crying."

“Why?” Despite the question, he closed his eyes, taking in the moment, his shoulders relaxing.

"Because they're happy."

“They’re so happy, they cry?”

“Haven’t you ever done that?” I asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “But maybe I’m a god," his face lowered, his gaze burning into me, "because when I look at you, I want to weep with the misery of wanting something so beautiful," he pressed a palm to my chest, right over my pounding heart, "but not able to possess it."

My throat was thick. “Maybe, one day, you could."

He shook his head, sadness filling his gaze. A few drops had hit his face, and they slid down his cheeks like tears. "We don't possess people, Summer. They possess us."

Something passed between us, a strange sensation, a yearning, a terrible longing.

My heart ached—ached for the beautiful man who’d been so worn down by life that he’d only ever showed his true self to the precious few.

It made these moments between us intimate in a way I’d never felt before.

I wanted to capture them in the palm of my hand, like the rain.

To eat his words and let them settle in my belly until I was full of him. His words, his gazes. The way his eyes trickled over me, checking to make sure I was okay. The way his fingers possessively brushed over my hips. The way he prowled as we walked, like an animal watching for any signs of danger.

This man was so soulful, so beautiful, I wanted to cry. My chest ached with the sensation.

If only... if only the world could see what I saw.

He wasn't the shell of a man that he presented to the world, but full of kindness and a big heart. The kind of man who didn’t belong in this world—because it had swallowed him up, forcing him into the hardened creature he'd become.

Others didn’t, but I saw. I saw the true him, the man he hid from the world. And I wanted to protect it forever.

As the rain grew heavier, Rook hauled me towards an awning. And the sound of rain pelting overhead, the smell of fresh rain hitting asphalt, and Rook's warmth as he pressed me to the glass window made my heart race.

I'd never felt this way before.

I was falling in deep, too deep, too quickly.

He wrapped an arm around my neck, cementing me in place between his hard body and the window. Bending forward, he inhaled a deep breath, then it fanned over the top of my head, pouring over me like liquid silk.

"I wanted to rip his eyes out for looking at you like that."

I didn't have to ask whom he was talking about—the lawyer.

I smiled, pressing a soft, hidden kiss against his chest, “It worked, didn't it? Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"I wanted to rip his balls off and feed them to him." He shook his head, chuckling darkly, almost as if laughing at himself. “You don’t know what I would do for you. Especially when you’re a good girl for me.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“I’ll teach you.”

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