Page 44 of King of Liars
His forehead scrunched up. “Jealous?”
“I don’t know why, but outside the stuff we do with King, I like having you to myself.”
He looked at me, in a way that reminded me of Sy in those early days, before he was my King. Like he had this power over me.
“Oh God. Now you’re gonna be an arrogant bastard.”
“A little bit,” he said, all smiles. “But I have to admit, I’m kind of greedy for you too. If you told me right now that you were fucking around with some guy at school who wasn’t King or the knights, I’d want to know where he was staying so I could kick his fucking ass.”
“That’s weird, right?”
He shrugged. “Does any of this shit make sense? What we do with King is for…reasons, but it’s not what we have with each other. And I sure as hell am not worried about you running off with Hole or One.”
We shared a laugh, one that helped ease some of the tension Corey had created by confronting Ryan at that party.
“How about I make you a deal?” Ryan added. “I won’t fuck around with anyone outside the knights and King if you don’t.”
“I haven’t been fucking around with anyone else. Not that it’s wrong if you have been. I just—”
“Aiden, I haven’t needed any other ass and cock since you stormed into our lives.”
That shouldn’t have made me feel as good as it did, but damn, Ryan had fucking made my night…my fucking week…my year.
I inhaled a breath of relief, resting my hand on his. He flipped his over and interlocked his fingers with mine. “Come on. Let’s get over to King’s and have a fun night, okay? And then maybe our regular routine? Chinese and a movie?”
“As long as there’s some other stuff in between.”
“In between your cheeks?” he teased, turning a sexy gaze on me, filled with the playfulness I’d become accustomed to, not that rage he’d unleashed on Corey.
“Maybe I want to be the one getting between your cheeks tonight,” I almost pleaded.
“Well, you definitely owe me after that fuck I gave you in the restroom today.”
“Cocky much?”
“Cocky always.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t fight the grin he’d pulled across my face.
God, the situation we found ourselves in was fucked up.
But as we held hands on the ride to King’s, I felt like a fucking champion.
As much as I’d felt like I’d lost in submitting to King’s desires, Ryan made me feel like a fucking winner.
Part III
13
Nick
“Idon’t want to, Katherine, please!” I beg.
She stands before me, belt in hand. “I don’t want to do it either, my Little Prince. But it’s the only way I can get the monsters out.”
I stand before her, naked, trembling.
She smells bad and doesn’t look like herself—not anymore. She doesn’t fix her hair or put on makeup. She yells at everyone during the meetings and has violent fits, like I once did with Mom when I didn’t get my way. She’s so angry all the time, not smiling like she used to.