Playing The Game - Book Four in The WSU Series

- Chapter Eight -

I've never wanted anything more than to be free. Away from my father, away from Kian— anyway from everyone and everything.

Pretending to not hate him enough to still want him, Kian Bliss will do anything to prove me right. He just couldn't stand the thought of someone hating him— especially me. I do hate him, that's never changed, it never will. I've hated him for as long as I can remember, even before I despised him, I hated myself for not hating him.

When his lips collided with mine, my first response was to push him away. Bringing my palms up to his chest I try to shove him away, but of course, I knew I could have pushed harder— with more force. He needs to think I'm fighting this but secretly want it. I don't, I'd rather die— but if I want to stay in Pullman with my family, I need to do this. If I don't, my father will kill me himself, all he's ever cared about is power, and this is the ultimate move for him to secure it.

I wished him dead, I also wished Kian dead at one point too. Dead, just like my heart— one he crushed and tore to pieces without an inch of regret or guilt.

My fingers travel down his body, stopping at his belt buckle. Kian registers everything as he hisses against my lips, before then sliding his tongue inside my mouth. His palm slid over my hip to the curve of my ass— his other hand angling my throat to meet his kisses. A small part of me knows it's changed and wishes it hadn't. But I can't change the past— he couldn't change his fate, of what he had to do. Had. No, I think to myself— he chose to do it, Kian Bliss never does anything that doesn't benefit himself, he never has. He's a selfish bastard.

His fingers traveled up the outsides of my legs, drawing my skirt, the cold air hitting my thighs. Kians gaze drops, as I push my hips against his, closing the very small distance between us. "Kian," I whisper, his eyes were dark enough to resemble one of my nightmares. The nightmares of me being left alone in the darkness. He removes his hands from my body to brace them on the car, on either side of me before leaning in. However, instead of kissing me, he leaves a fleeting kiss on my exposed collarbone.

"You knew when you said you wanted freedom, that I could never give you that." He states the obvious, I knew that that's why I asked— some fucked up part of me knew that, yet I still asked for it. I'm not naive, I know how his world works, one I'll be a part of. Kian pressed his lips to my ear before whispering, "wherever you go— I'd find you." Just like how the dark always finds the one bit of light left. You can't run from it. You have to accept it and move on.

I needed to end this quickly before he brought back feelings from the past, emotions that I had buried so deep for so long. Without thinking I cup his erection, sliding my hand up and down his length. He instantly reacted as he drew in a rough breath while dropping his gaze to watch me rub him off through his pants. I needed information— the only way to get that was if he believed that I'd forgiven him, that I actually liked these games we played. I unbuckled his belt with every intention of dropping to my knees, I shouldn't— there's literally a party going on behind us, yet if this is the way to get him twisted around my finger— I'll do it.