Page 107 of Wicked Little Games


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I would almost swear that I felt Eli flinch.

“Let me try?” he whispers, his body pressing closer to my backside.

“No sex,” I warn him. “Don’t even try to slip it in while I’m sleeping.”

“Fine, but I can’t help it if I poke you. You have a fine ass, made for a dick to bury inside of it.”

“Whatever.”

“So, I can stay?”

“Yes. Just to sleep. And cuddle.”

This time he huffs the word, “Fine. But you can’t ever tell anyone I cuddled with you. It’ll ruin my reputation as Eligor.”

“Nobody would believe me. Besides, if I told anyone, Daddy would kill you,” I remind him.

“True enough. And it’s not just revenge for me…”

Sniffling, I wipe my cheek off on the pillowcase, and Eli says, “Please don’t cry anymore.”

“Why not? Do tears make your dick go soft?” I guess.

“Yes, your tears make my dick and my heart go soft. I don’t like it.”

My throat tightens at his confession. “You don’t like having a soft heart?”

“No. It would make it too easy to rip it apart again when it took me years to repair it the first time.”

“When was the first time your heart was ripped apart?” I ask, assuming it must have been some woman or some man in his past, one I immediately dislike.

But then Eli says, “When my mom tossed me into a shallow grave after she thought she had drowned me. I guess I was lucky she didn’t try to cremate me….”

His words repeat in my head, over and over again, as I try to make sense of them. At first, I think he’s joking, and I wait for him to laugh it off. But he doesn’t.

That really happened to him—his mother tried to drown him and bury him. Who could ever do such a thing to their son? She obviously didn’t love him…

Has anybody ever loved Eli?

My father is probably as close as it’s come to having someone to depend on, and he made Eli his slave.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him as I lift his palm underneath mine to my mouth and place a kiss on the center of it.

And since he said please, I wait until Eli twitches in his sleep, before I quietly shed more tears for him and for Jordan.

Jordan

“Good morning!” Eli announces loudly. At the same time, the overhead lights are flipped on in the basement. I squeeze myeyes shut to try and block them out the brightness as I take in his shape and that he’s got guards behind him…while I’m still hanging out naked from the waist down.

“It’s too early for your bullshit,” I tell him even though I have no idea if it’s morning or night, regardless of his greeting. “Can’t you at least take me down and let me sleep on a mattress or something for a few hours?”

“Are you seriously bitching when I brought you an extraordinary gift this morning?”

“Breakfast?”

“Later. First, look who it is.”

Eli steps to the side, revealing the guards behind him. It takes my bleary eyes a few seconds to clear as I blink them open. When they do, I can’t fucking believe them.

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