บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Little Games: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The screech of the wheels against the runway jolted me back into myself. My heart still pounded from everything that had happened in that bathroom. Since slipping back into my seat, I hadn’t dared look at him. Not once. My eyes stayed glued to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the shrinking clouds and the airport runway. I didn’t trust myself… because the moment I looked, I knew I’d remember the way he’d had me bent over the sink, my reflection watching as he fucked me senseless, and I couldn’t afford that.The seatbelt sign chimed, and passengers began to shuffle around, collecting their things. I reached down for my backpack, my hands still trembling slightly when he slid his business card onto my tray table and leaned back as if nothing had happened between us.“I’d love to connect again,” he said softly. “After today.”My chest tightened, but I didn’t pick it up. My eyes shifted to the card anyway… seeing his name and number. All I had to do was reach, but no.I pressed

stood up slowly, my legs still weak, my body aching in places I hadn’t even known could ache. My fingers brushed over my lips, swollen from his kisses and I let out a shaky laugh.Just a few days ago, I had been… innocent and naive. I didn’t know anything about this…about lust that made your body betray your mind, and now?I’d had sex with three different men. Three.And two of them? Random. People I barely knew.“God,” I whispered, my hand pressing against my chest as my heart raced.The thought should have scared me. Should have filled me with regret, shame, anything but this heat coiling low in my stomach again. But instead, I started laughing. Soft at first, then louder, until it bubbled out of me uncontrollably.I collapsed onto my couch, rolling over, clutching at the cushions as my laughter echoed into the room. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I giggled. “What the actual fuck am I doing?”But I liked it. No… I loved it.I pressed my palms over my face, groaning into them, bu

The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept… tossing and turning, replaying every second of last night in my head. By the time the sun filtered through the curtains, I was already awake, sprawled in bed, staring at the ceiling with a grin tugging at my lips.He’s coming back today.I rolled off the bed and padded toward the wardrobe, pulling the doors open and scanning through my clothes. My fingers brushed over a silky red camisole with thin straps, deep neckline… and I smirked. “Perfect.”I paired it with the tiniest pair of shorts I owned, soft gray cotton that barely covered anything when I bent.I slipped into them, running my hands down my sides, studying my reflection in the mirror.The top fitted me perfectly, the fabric showed my sexy curves, the shorts riding up just enough to make my legs look longer.“Yeah,” I whispered, a mischievous smile curving my lips. “He won’t be walking out so fast this time.”By mid-morning, I was pacing the living room, pretendi

He stood frozen for a second, his eyes shifting from the broken bulb to me. Then his jaw clenched. “Why the hell are you so stubborn?” he snapped, stepping further inside. “Why did you break the bulb again?”I tilted my head slightly, forcing myself to remain steady. “I told you,” I said softly. “You didn’t fix it properly.”“Don’t play games with me,” he muttered, dropping the toolbox on the floor with a thud. “You did this on purpose.”I shrugged, tracing my finger along the rim of the glass on the table. “Maybe I did.”He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re unbelievable,” he growled, stepping closer. “Do you even know how dangerous this is? You could’ve electrocuted yourself.”“Then maybe,” I said, my voice low and steady, “you shouldn’t have left me like that.”That made him stop. His eyes moved to mine, he opened his mouth to reply… but then his gaze dropped to my soaked dress. The air between us shifted instantly. His eyes widened as he swal

All day, I’d been trying to arrange the house, my body was sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. But I didn’t stop. I folded clothes, cleaned the kitchen, fixed the cushions on the couch… maybe because I wanted to keep myself busy. Maybe because I didn’t want to think too much about how desperately I still wanted him.By the time the sun began to set, I was exhausted. My legs trembled as I stood, and I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. God, he’d ruined me… and I loved it.He said he was coming back.The thought alone sent a wave of heat crawling up my neck.I didn’t bother with clothes. I wanted him to see me naked. My skin still carried his touch, his scent, the faint marks of his hands.Tomorrow, I start attending classes, but tonight… I just wanted him.I sat on the edge of my bed for a while, then wandered to the window, glancing outside every few minutes. My body pulsed with restless energy, my mind replaying his voice.When the knock came, my heart leapt.H