All Chapters of The Wicked Games we play for love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She has been moving her things inside the dorm all morning.Luckily, it’s Saturday, so the dorm hallway stays mostly quiet. No students lingering around. No awkward introductions. No curious questions she doesn’t even know how to answer herself.And honestly, she prefers it that way.Her bags lie scattered across the room while she unpacks slowly, folding clothes into drawers that don’t belong to her yet. The room smells faintly of fresh detergent and old wood polish. And it gives a sense of... safety.The word irritates her instantly.Because she knows exactly who did this. The same person who made her feel safe as a child. Then disappeared.Her fingers tighten around one of her shirts before she shoves it harder than necessary into the drawer.Why? That part still isn’t clear. Is the diary-planting and whole pack-joining thing really working? No matter. She had to accept this. There is just no other way.She had been running out of money fast. Between the motel, the taxis, and bare

“It’s just a way of taking your mind off the pain,” Calian says, his breathing already turning heavier. “The kissing… it helps. As long as it doesn't turn into full sex, all is good.”Troy blinks, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. “Okay, that's interesting. Why not full sex?”“Because you don't want to turn while you're inside someone else.”Troy almost chokes. “Oh.”Before she can even process the image, her plastic cup slips from her fingers, clattering against the dirt. The heat hits her again, doubling her over. She claws at her face, screaming as the agony behind her eyes turns unbearable. “Ow, fuck! My eyes are burning!”Everyone in the clearing halts, turning their naked bodies to stare at her.“It’s gonna be over soon,” Calian barks, rushing to stand in front of her.But the burning is too intense. Her fingernails dig into her skin, trying to literally claw her eyeballs out of their sockets to make the heat stop. Calian hooks his large hands around her wrists, physically

Troy wakes slowly with her face on the sand, but beneath the weight of a thin blanket draped over her body. For a few long seconds she doesn’t move at all, her mind still trapped somewhere between dreams and memory while cold morning air brushes over her face.Then her eyes open and they don’t burn anymore.The realization settles through her sluggishly. No fire behind her eyes. No claws scratching beneath her skin. Just exhaustion. Deep, bone-heavy exhaustion that hollows her out from the inside.In front of her lies Calian. He’s awake already, stretched onto his side while his green eyes move slowly over her face, studying her carefully. Dust and dirt cover nearly every inch of him. Mud streaks along his jaw and forehead while his dark hair falls messily over his eyes.He looks terrible. And worried. The moment he sees she’s truly awake, his eyes finally shut briefly. Relief.Troy pushes herself up slightly, but pain instantly tears through her skull hard enough to make her suck in

DorianDorian's eyes trace over Troy. He's been awake for quite a while, but it's taken him all this time to decide whether to move.Her hand rests over his abs, just inches from his pants.And from time to time she moves her fingers, sliding, feeling perhaps.Her hand moves. Lower. Over his dick.Dorian stops thinking entirely, and he turns hard, instantly.Unable to get himself to move her hand, he just lets it happen. And he doesn't feel guilty about it.She moans softly in her sleep.Fuck… It's unbearable.Then, her eyes finally flutter open, and an immediate frown settles on her still unfocused eyes. In an instant, she sits up straight so fast the linen wraps around her legs, dragging it from him.Dorian smiles sweetly.“Morning.”“What the hell?” She says with a deeply puzzled look settling in her eyes.“You're pretty when you sleep.” Dorian drawls.“Dorian.” But she quickly looks at what she is wearing: the oversized shirt, his underwear on her. Her eyes shoot up and focus on t

Troy sits inside the bathroom stall, her fingers trembling so badly she has to rewrite the same sentence three times before the words finally make sense.I need to see you. It’s urgent.She stares at the message for one long second before pressing send. Then she waits. And waits.Her leg bounces uncontrollably under her short checkered skirt while the noise from the hallway outside completely quiets down. By the sound of it, everyone else is already in class. No more students laughing. No chairs scraping. A heavy, absolute silence settles over the room, somehow making the panic clawing at her chest feel worse.Finally, her phone buzzes against her palm.What’s wrong?Her fingers fly over the glowing screen.Where are you?A moment later:Just stepped into class. You?Come to the bathroom on the left of the dining hall. Now.The typing bubble appears immediately. Then it disappears. And appears again.Finally: Hold on.Troy presses both hands over her face, letting out a ragged breath.