บททั้งหมดของ The Wicked Games we play for love: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

They drive into an underground parking lot, circling endlessly before hitting a dead end in front of a shady space.He holds the door open for her, and she gets out. “You ready?”“Yes.”He holds his hand out to her. “Take my hand. And don't let go.”Troy swallows. “Okay.”When she takes his hand, he interlaces his fingers with hers tightly. “We might have to pretend to be a couple. Depending on who is here.”“Okay” is the only word she seems able to get out.Standing in front of a worn, graffitied door, they wait a few seconds before it automatically opens. Then they walk in.As soon as the garage door closes behind them, electric music, smoke, and the smell of blood overwhelm her. It's dizzying. He didn't joke about this. This place is different. The smell of death hangs in the air, and the cheers that follow prove people are loving it.Her fingers tighten around his, and he glances down at her. “Keep your head high. Pretend not to be too bothered. Otherwise, you'll pull attention t

“Settle down, everyone. We have a lot to discuss.”Calian steps onto the makeshift wooden platform he had erected for himself in the dead center of the room. The space is cramped, hidden deep within the underbelly of the old farm villa, illuminated only by the harsh, flickering amber glow of lamps. Scores of people surround him. There are about a dozen of them, by the looks of it. A dozen wolves who want a revolution.Troy settles quietly into the far corner of the room, drawing her denim jacket tightly around her shoulders. She fades purposefully into the background, a ghost in the shadows, positioning herself where she can closely observe every micro-expression, every shifting posture, and every secret glance exchanged in the crowd.“So, this is going down,” Calian announces, his voice dropping into a deep register. “First off, let’s vote. Who here feels it's time for Dorian to go?”Troy’s stomach immediately turns at the way he says his name. Dorian. As if it is just another name an

Dorian Dorian waits in his car. The headlights are off, but inside he's adjusted the aircon three times to make it warmer. To make it perfect. Staring at the dorm room's entrance door, his fingers tap against the steering wheel. He looks at his watch. One minute past nine. Tap, tap, tap. Today has been long. He knew there was a meeting at Calian’s. The meeting. Where they would discuss his death. But most importantly, the fact that Troy had attended, has been fucking with his mind all day. Imagining her sitting there. Pretending. Like a lamb in the midst of wolves. The seconds pass by in agonizing slowness. Calm down, Dorian. She is no fucking lamb. She’s Troy. She’s a master pretender. When she finally texted him after the meeting, he could finally think again. Finally breathe. He checks again. Two minutes past nine. Just before he opens his car door to look for her, she opens the dorm door and steps out. Looking around, she spots his car parked in the dark alley, and she ma

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

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