Page 30 of The Masks We Burn
“So if you aren’t gonna hold up your end of the deal, I want that kiss.”
“What?”
My head snaps to him, heat now engulfing my entire face. He’s relaxed in my passenger seat, despite the small space, and looks as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. His head’s tilted back, his eyes low, and those stupidly perfect lips are parted slightly.
He’s serious.
“As a heart attack,” he answers as though he read my thoughts.
See. That’s the shit I’m talking about. I don’t like that.
I shake my head and focus on the road as I turn down the secluded street that leads to the Square. “Not happening.”
“It’s only right if you’re not gonna hold up your end of the deal, though.”
“The deal was that if you lost, you got a kiss.”
He chuckles, sending goosebumps down my arms. I squeeze harder around the steering wheel, homing in on the sharp pain of my nails biting into my palm.
“What happened to your panties, sugar?”
Give me a break.Why I wore this thin-ass dress is beyond me.
I sigh, pulling the car into park and rotate to look at him. He’s still in the same position, a smug look still intact on his face.
You know what? Fuck it. It’s not fair he gets to have this infuriating effect on me while being so at ease.
I am a fucking vixen.
A queen.
A goddess.
Yes, he knows how to ruffle my feathers, but he’s about to learn I can do the same to him.
Without another thought—a rational one at least—I lean forward, closing a hand around his jaw, smirking at the way his light stubble tickles my palm and his sudden tense posture.
Much better.
I draw him in slowly, my eyes flicking between his lips and the sliver of deep green barely visible around his dilated pupils.
The art of seduction is my comfort zone. It gives me a satisfying type of power that drives every element in my body into a frenzy. It’s a high, ridding my mind of any anxiety or second thoughts.
It’s intoxicating.
But not as much as the look William is giving me as I close in, mere inches away. His blinks are slow, and lazy, but the fire burning in his eyes has my core melting. Even though I’m in control, part of me feels as though I’m at his mercy. I don’t like that.
I tilt my head slightly, a confident smirk lifting one side of my lips as I erase the small distance.
It’s just a kiss.
A kiss to prove a point.
A kiss to show how unbothered I am.
I say it three times over but then my lips press against his, and all that shit-talking disintegrates into the blaze.
His lips feel as incredible as they look, warm and soft, melding to mine perfectly. It sends jolts of delicious pleasure down my spine, forcing me to lean into him. I want more. Ineedmore, and his smell currently flooding my senses is making me too dizzy to think about anything else.
