Page 19 of Hate Games


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I bounce on my heels. “Didn’t feel like it.”

He stands and crosses the room. The closer he gets to me, the harder it becomes to keep my cheeks from flaming.

“What’re you doing?”

“Leaving,” he says in a low, gravelly voice. Our eyes meet, and I know he has no intention of doing that. “You said I shouldn’t be here, so take me someplace I should be, because we’re talking tonight whether or not you want to.”

His hands settle on either side of my head.

“I’m not taking you anywhere and I don’t believe I have anything to say to you. Just go back to the party.” He’s pissing me off, but my eyes keep falling to his lips.

“The last time I was this close to you, I was drunk.”

“So, what? You want a replay?”

His thumb traces my bottom lip. “That sass is one of the first things that drew me to this mouth.”

The rational thing would be to walk away, but everything in me screams for me to be irrational for one fucking moment.

“You bribed a guy to go out with me, Ryder,” I say, my eyes pressing shut when his fingers trace my jaw, then my neck, pushing open my jacket. “And you haven’t even apologized for being such a fucking asshole.”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You shouldn’t have done a lot of things. But it’s too late—”

I don’t get to finish the sentence or my train of thought because his lips crash against mine. I should fight him. This, my treacherous body, as it battles my mind with all the reasons this should not be happening. He grips my wrist and then brings it up above my head. He tastes of mint and bad decisions, and as my mouth opens to let him in, our tongues duel and dance. He pushes, I pull, bite, my hands in his hair, my nails dragging across his back, his neck.

I want Ryder so fucking bad it hurts. He breaks the kiss, his fingers still touching and tracing over my skin.

“I’m sorry, kitten. But you’re like a fucking drug, I’m addicted, and the only way to get you out of my system was to push you away.”

“Ryder…”

“I wanna finish what we started the other night. I’m gonna finish it in your bedroom or right here, your choice.”

I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, tracing them open with my tongue. Fuck being cautious and playing by the rules.

“I still hate you,” I whisper, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

He chuckles before kissing me harder.

In seconds, we’re grappling, tearing at our clothing in a race to get all the barriers that keep us apart out of the way. He breaks the kiss, lifting me bridal style and carrying me toward the bed. “I don’t think you hate me that much, kitten. You’re intrigued. You like the thought of fucking where we’re not supposed to.”

My hands tighten around his neck, and I’m drawing his wicked mouth to mine again yearning to taste him again. When he sets me down on the edge of the mattress, he wastes no time getting on his knees between my legs. “Come on, kitten. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please, Ryder. Fuck...”

“That’s not an answer.” He spreads my thighs open and kisses me gently on each side of my thighs and at my throbbing core. He’s gonna make me work for it.

“Make me come.”

His stormy eyes meet mine, and a smirk plays on his lips. If I thought he was gorgeous the day I met him, he’s a fucking god now.

I arch my back, opening my legs further.

“Now, this is what I like to see,” he chuckles, slipping his fingers so deep inside me, I let out a strangled cry. “You, wet and needy, begging for my cock.” When his mouth presses against my clit, I let out a deep moan.

“More…”

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