Page 140 of The Devil We Crave
“Why would you think I’ve done this with other girls?”
I sit back on his lap a little. “Because...I dunno…” My brows pinch together. “I mean, it’s yourthing, and…”
I look away, but his hand cups my jaw again, dragging my gaze back to his.
“Have you ever once heard of me doing this with other girls?”
“Well,no, but it’s your private?—”
“Do youreallythink it wouldn’t get out if I of all people here at Knightsblood were doing this sort of thing with other girls?”
I ponder that for a second.
“But… Have you always been into this sort of thing?”
He nods. “Yes.”
“You just...never acted on it?”
“Not until you,” he growls.
Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me? I’ve followed through on every single thing I’ve ever said to you.
He’s right. He’s been truthful with me. But I haven’t been truthful withhim. At least, not completely.
It's also not lost on me that he didn't force me to tell him why I was planting Jane Doe’s underwear on Kyle before we crashed together. He let it go.
For a second, I want to tell him. Not because I feel like I owe it to him, but because I genuinely want to. I don’t know why, and I can’t explain it, but Idotrust him…maybe even enough to tell him the whole story.
To peel off that last layer of armor.
But that…
My heart tightens.
That feels like something in the other box—the relationship and love box.
This is just a sex box.Weare just a sex box.
Simple.
Clean.
Compartmentalized.
Because as real as it feels to be here on his lap, and as close as I am to him right now—closer than I’ve ever been to anyone else—this isn’t dating.
We’re not awe.
We’re…having fun. I’m hisverywilling plaything, his prey, and he’s…him.
Dark.
Possessive.
Dangerous.
Untouchable.
