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The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter 41 - Juloket
She doesn’t say anything as she pulls up her dress, still facing away from him. For a second, he feels entirely stupid.Why did he have to say that again? This must make him look utterly fucking desperate.“Troy, I…” He starts, but then she turns around.Immediately, he catches something different in her eyes. Physically. Deep inside the natural green of her irises, a sharp shimmer of cold silver rises.He frowns. “What…the fuck?” he touches her face and looks closer. “What is that?”But then his own eyes feel entirely different, too. Suddenly, too heavy. Too warm.“Dorian, your eyes…”His thumb grazes her skin. “Yours, too.”“You look… they look…”But Troy’s hand suddenly falls weak against his face, and her eyes shoot closed.“Hey,” Dorian says nervously, gently shaking her chin.Troy’s eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused. “I can't…think.”Dorian watches her, panic flaring behind his ribs. What the hell is happening? “Troy, are you with me?”“I feel weird.”“Okay. Okay. Let’s
The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter 40 - I'm so in love with you
“You did?” Her breath shakes as his words send her into euphoria.“I did. I wanted to tear down your jeans and take you right there.” Dorian grips her arm and slowly strokes it up and down. "Here's another deep truth. You set off a fucking fire inside me, Troy. At the moment, I'm trying my best to stay composed, but inside I'm... a fucking mess."Troy stays quiet because it's hard to think.But Dorian takes her hand and slowly lifts it toward his mouth, brushing his lips against her fingers like a gentleman’s kiss.“Tell me, Troy. The truth,” he whispers against her skin.“Which…” She swallows hard. “Truth?”“What you feel for me.”“I…I…”But he pulls her in until his lips softly press to her ear. "The city is your witness, Troy. Say only the truth."Then his lips find the sensitive spot beneath her ear. He kisses his way down her neck, slow and deliberate.The warmth of his mouth and the damp brush of his lips send a hot, icy shiver through her body, down and up in waves.Troy's brea
The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter 39 - I wanted to fuck you
Once they are in the car, they look at each other. Wide-eyed at first. But then they burst out laughing.Troy shakes her head. “I can't believe you just caused that whole party to implode. People are running around as if they think there is a fire somewhere.”“You started it.”“Fuck I love this. Where are we going?” Troy asks as he turns the ignition and pulls out of the parking lot. And she can't explain the euphoric feeling inside her. She feels alive. So fantastically alive. So free. She just had his dick in her mouth. And the idea was so ridiculous. And fantastic!“Somewhere away from here.”“Home…?” She looks at him, hoping, praying he’d say no, that he won't want to call this a night.“Definitely not home,” Dorian replies, his eyes scanning over her once, a mischievous glint inside them. “I don't want to be anywhere close to any home. Let’s… let’s pull an all-nighter… are you tired?”“I’m definitely not tired. All-nighter sounds fantastic.”“Good, I wanna show you something.”Tr
The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter 38 - A man, utterly undone.
“What?” Troy looks over his face as she frantically tries to understand his words”… I… didn't know that.”“Now you do.”“Okay… But to be fair. I didn't ask you to sleep with her. I just asked you to seduce her.”“Right, but I had to improvise because your plan fell short. What was I supposed to do after that? Next time, think farther ahead.”“Are you… mad at me?”“Troy…that was a wicked thing you did. But… I’m not mad. That's not at all what I’m feeling.”The song ends, and the people applaud the orchestra. But Dorian shuts his eyes painfully and swears under his breath. As if he still needed to say something, while there was still music to drown out his voice.And Troy is almost relieved. Because the conversation was getting heavy. Perhaps to a point where she would have to give answers she wasn't ready to give yet.Because…in all honesty. A lot has changed.And it is glaringly obvious that the line between hate and love was a thin thread being stretched daily.And it might snap. Or
The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter 37- Take off your underwear
Troy’s eyes follow his movements.The way he talks to her smoothly, opening his body, the way he slides his hand over the stool behind her.The girl laughs. Dorian laughs, too. Openly. As if she is the most hilarious person in the damn room.Fuck. Did he have to laugh at her like that? That’s a bit much.Then he lifts the girl's chin and says something again. Her eyes sparkle as she looks into the silver-grey stare.Okay, actually, fuck that. This was a really bad idea. She probably thinks she’s really going to have him tonight. That those pretty pale grey eyes are going to stare deep into her soul while he fuck her.Stupid girl.Troy bites her teeth hard and clenches her purse tightly.She waits, but inside her, she wants to scream.Dorian lowers his head and plants soft kisses on the girl's neck. His hands slide over her arm.Troy almost stands up. In her mind, she can vividly imagine kicking that stool out from under her.Instead, she watches the whole thing in utter suspense, her
The Wicked Games we play for love Chapter - 36 - I want that
They walk through the huge red door of a well-lit mansion just outside of town.She lifts her dress at the slit, just enough for the guard to look. He nods at the sight of the tattoo, and they proceed, without even checking Dorian.Then she hands her coat to the butler at the door.Revealing the dress, the black, silky fabric flows over her curves like water over a stream. And she’s not wearing a bra. She specifically decided not to. The dress isn't thin enough to be transparent, but it shows every detail of her skin.Dorian's eyes drift over her body slowly; his gaze catches briefly on her chest before returning to her face.A pulse jumps low in her stomach.Troy tilts her head and looks back at him, refusing to be the first one to look away.“Where’s your underwear, Troy?” He asks quietly, looking over her shoulder and scanning the people in the waiting crowd, before leering back at her.“I’m wearing it. However, it's scratching over the tattoo now. And instead of commenting on my n
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