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“Maybe. Maybe not,” he replies. “If you listen closely, maybe you’ll hear her screams all the way down here.”

And then, he releases my shaft, holds up his palm, and licks my precum from it before walking away.

“Asshole tease!” I yell when he flips off all the lights, leaving me in the dark, and disappears onto the elevator.

27

Maddie

Jordan never called me back on the phone number through the app.

Which is good, since I told him not to, that it was too dangerous. But after all my mixed signals I thought he might at least try.

God, I’m so stupid.

I’ve been tossing and turning in bed for hours after finishing up my work backstage, unable to get my head to shut up, telling me about all the mistakes I’ve made, the problems I caused.

When my door suddenly cracks open, shining the kitchen light into the space before it closes again, I know I only have a few seconds to decide how to handle this situation.

Do I want Eli? Yes. But I just…can’t be with him.

I’m still regretting the times we fooled around in Rockland, especially the last one when Jordan walked in on us.

I lie still on my side, facing away from the door, pretending to be asleep, waiting to find out what Eli plans to do.

Listening to the sound of his rustling clothes being removed, I make my decision.

Still, I don’t say anything until he slips into the other side of the bed, what would be Jordan’s side of the bed back home, jarring the mattress around with his heavy weight as he scoots over and immediately slips his hand over my hip, down to my stomach, heading lower.

I grab his hand to stop him, at the same time I tell him, “No.”

“No?” he repeats as if I’m speaking a different language he doesn’t understand. When I don’t respond, he blows out a breath, his mouth so close to my ear I feel it. “Let me help you forget about him for a few minutes.”

“There’s nothing you can do to make me forget about him, not even for a few minutes,” I remark.

Scoffing, Eli says, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, believe it.”

I have no idea if Eli will even respect my rejection, my refusal or not. After all, he usually just takes what he wants without asking.

I’m relieved when his hard body slumps against the back of mine, and he lifts our joined hands up to my stomach, letting them rest there.

“What was so great about Jordan, anyway?”

“He loved me,” I answer simply, clutching the pillow under my head tightly with my free hand as tears well up in my eyes. “He…he would do anything for me, and he never treated me like a fuck doll.”

There’s a long pause before Eli asks, “And that’s how I treat you? Like a fuck doll?”

“Yes. And sex is great sometimes. You make me feel so good during it. But I know it’s about revenge for you. So then, when it’s over, you’re done with me.”

“You’re sure Jordan didn’t just stick around biding his time for another round?” Eli asks, and I can hear the smirk in his words.

“Yes, I’m sure. It wasn’t just sex for him or me when it was the two of us. He was my best friend. My only friend for a long time. Maybe…maybe we were only meant to be friends, love each other as friends. Maybe it wasn’t the all-consuming, unconditional love, and physical attraction for him like it was for me. If it was, he wouldn’t have just told me to leave without asking to come with me, right? If he really loved me, if I was enough for him, he wouldn’t want to be apart from me for even a day, because even that much time is too long. But I wasn’t…”

It feels like Eli presses a kiss to the back of my head before he says, “What can I do to make it better?”

I shake my head. “There’s nothingyoucan do.”

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