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Guess this means I need to step up my game and make it my business.
I’ve kept my distance for a reason. A selfish one. Dahlia complicates everything. I feel her soft skin and silky hair even when she’s nowhere near me. I can’t afford to develop true feelings for her. Neither of us needs for that to happen.
A knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts. “Are you okay?” It’s Dahlia standing here, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, looking all sweet and kissable. Pretending she’s innocent and doesn’t have a clue why I’d be upset at the sight of her with one of my best friends.
“I’m fine,” I tell her, wearing a vacant smile. “Just tired.” She’s not the only one who has trouble sleeping. Funny that the two of us only get sleep on the nights I sneak into her bed. Does she even realize that it’s me who calms her fears and takes away her nightmares?
“Gauge left. He said to tell you they’d be at Remy’s if you want to get drunk with them.”
“Are you two a thing now?”
“Careful. It almost sounds like you care.”
“We both know I don’t.”
“That’d mean you’d have to actually feel something.”
I’m feeling something all right.
Dahlia stares at me with longing in her eyes.
Did she kiss Gauge downstairs before he took off?
Is she waiting for me to be jealous? Hoping I’ll toy with her some more?
I’ve kept my distance, other than sneaking into her bed a few nights a week so that we can both get enough sleep to function normally, but it’s been hard to ignore her.
Sometimes I sit in the bathroom floor with my ear pressed to her connecting door, listening to her in her bed. I know she touches herself while thinking about me because it’s my name that leaves those pretty pink lips.
It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to pull her towards me and claim those lips. I take her hand, rubbing my fingers along the lines of her palm and back again, trailing them along the veins showing on her wrist and up her arm through her nearly translucent skin. She’s so pale.
All I can think about is marking her perfect skin with my fingerprints and teeth.
Claiming her. Marking her for all to see that she’s mine.
Her soft breath leaves her lips in a tiny gasp as I move her hair from around her face before wrapping my hand around her throat. “Is this your way of getting back at me? Leading one of my best friends around by his dick like he’s a lost puppy.”
“No,” she whispers.
I apply a gentle pressure, squeezing enough to cause discomfort as her eyes widen. Not in fear, surprise in herself at her reaction to the things I’m doing. Anticipation of what’s next. She enjoys me being rough with her. Only she has no idea how badly I could damage her if I wasn’t being careful to hold back.
I’m so tired of staying away from her.
I lean in, bending down to run my nose along the edge of her jaw, nuzzling her, keeping my grasp on her throat. I glance up at her as her body trembles against mine. Her lust shines back at me and I know I have her exactly where I want her.
Gauge will never have her, but I will. I’m going to toy with her until she breaks.
“Such a pretty little dolly. But oh so fragile,” I whisper, huskily.
Rubbing my thumb along the soft padding of her bottom lip, I continue to gaze into her eyes, taunting my darling doll. She wants my mouth on hers so fucking bad I nearly lose control when she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my dick.
I should tug her into my room and end this game right now, but that would spoil the fun.
“Do you want me to kiss you again?” I nip at her ear, pressing my tongue to the skin right under the lobe.
She shivers at my words, but her answer is unbearably soft, a simple shake of her head. I smirk, knowing she’s lying. She wants me just as much as I want her. She’s just afraid to admit it.
“Just as well,” I reply, stepping away reluctantly and letting my hand drop from around her throat. “You’re not my type.”
