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RAVEN
I’m sodetermined to retort I suck in a rushed breath and open my mouth when his finger goes to my lips.
“Shhh…” he says mellowly. “This is how I know you’ve been with him.”
I look at him, confused, grappling with mixed emotions while he stares at his finger and my mouth. He runs it down to my chin and the root of my neck.
It goes past my collarbones and reaches the top of my chest, and my breaths quicken, goosebumps spreading across my skin.
My nipples hurt, puckered with tension.
“That’s how I know,” he says again, moving his touch even lower. “You are oversensitive. And positively turned on. Your skin smells like him,” he adds, leaning closer and getting a whiff of the scent of my hair.
I have no idea how it smells, but it’s not exactly out of the question that it smells like Alejandro and me.
He must know how Alejandro smells––the cologne he wears.
“Your arousal smells different too. Like you’ve had sex recently. Not twelve hours ago,” he says, shutting down my argument before having the chance to make it. “You’re right…” he murmurs. “It gets me hard. And the sex will be even more explosive for the four of us. It will be something to remember for sure.”
I listen to him, speechless, wet arousal trickling in my panties.
“Is that all there is?” I murmur.
He straightens, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“For now, yes. That’s all there is. There can’t be anything else. We’re very much at the beginning.”
I beg to differ, but I stay quiet.
I’ve seen their eyes and felt their emotions. Yes, he’s right. We are very much at the beginning.
We’re not talking feelings here, like deep, life-altering feelings, but twisted feelings brewing storms under the surface.
And they have no control over them.
Even he, Kai Walker, the mastermind, the brain behind this game, has switched through several emotional states since he walked into this room.
He is playful, fucking with me and teasing me right now. But he was different moments ago.
He was serious about me.
And I would’ve been serious about him too, had we had a different kind of conversation.
I regret ruining that opportunity.
I wish I could see him serious about me again. Consumed with me. Sadly, that ship has sailed. He pulled that man away from me, and I may never see him again.
And it’s all on me. Entirely on me. But I wasn’t ready to face the emotions barreling through me at that point, not that I’m much better now.
I need to control my feelings and let them out slowly. And not before making sense of them first.
I’m far from that point, barely getting acquainted with them and still getting surprised by them.
It’s even more complicated when it comes to him.
The second he’d locked his stormy eyes on mine, my soul had left my body. I couldn’t talk, speak, or think.
