I knew it was a game. Damn but a good game it was for as long as it lasted.
"Let me go." I whisper.
He stares at me. His face turning so cold. "Fine." He says letting up on the grip of my arm.
"I'm done playing this game."
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*Prologue* Between Love or Lust by HerGodess
Addictive. Highly fucking addictive but at what cost would a taste of each other be?
They were a game to each other. A prize they both wanted to win but the one difference was they wanted the other to lose. That's a game that no one can win.
So what was the game? To be fair, I don't think they even knew, but they made it damn well clear to each other that they were playing a game. So they moved their chess pieces while looking each other in the eyes and said "Check Mate." It's too bad neither of them had any idea how to play the game.
It was always between love or lust. There was never any butterflies between the two of them. Just fire, pure heat that would burn them to the touch. At least, that's what they convinced themselves to think. Everything they did focused on two things, sex and work, that's where it got tricky though because lust can camouflage itself as love.
