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“Oh, Riven,” I say softly, my breath warm against her skin as my mouth moves higher along the inside of her leg. “You deserve it, fucking brat.”

I take a sharp inhale of her inner thigh.

“You smell divine. Like fucking sin.”

Riven’s breath hitches, and her hips stop moving for a few seconds, surely from pure disgust and shock.

What’s worse than being killed?

Having your own body betray your mind, like mine is doing right now.

I want to gut her, but my body wants something entirely different. It wants to be inside to her, to taste her.

Hatred shouldn't feel like this. Yet my body doesn't seem to know the difference.

I fucking want to get the hell away from her, but my body doesn’t move.

My fingers go higher and touch her pussy through the fabric.

The contact sends a jolt through me.

She yelps.

I start stroking with two fingers sliding between her lips through the material.

She pants, I can see it.

I can feel it through the tremors running through her body.

“St-stop...” she says, her body shaking.

I can smell her, her essence, her body reacting to my touch through the fabric.

I can feel a patch of it growing damp.

“You really want that?” I bite the back of her thigh, higher this time, closer to her core.

My eyes glowing but even with that, they darken with anticipation

“Because I could stop, but...” I pause and smile against her skin. “Say please, Riven. Beg for it.”

CHAPTER 21

Riven

Dangerous Game – Chris Grey

My body is halfway to freedom, and he’s touching me.

I scream, twist, and try whatever I can to make him go away.

I threaten him.

I try to kick him but nothing works.

Why the fuck did I have to come down here? Why the fuck did I let him buckle me into this fucking car?

I froze.