"Razor-Edged Games"
Ryland Oh, this was *f*****g* delicious. Krystal thought she was hiding it—playing it cool, sitting back like she hadn’t just been on the verge of ripping my head off—but I *saw* her. Felt the barely-leashed violence rolling off her in waves. Her little smirk, that forced calm? Yeah, that was just a pretty f*****g lie wrapped around a storm. And f**k, did I *love* a good storm. She had no idea how f*****g wild it made me—seeing her on that razor’s edge, knowing I was the one keeping her there. Knowing that right now, if I so much as pushed a little harder, she’d come undone. That thought alone had my blood f*****g singing. She wanted me. She *hated* that she wanted me. And tomorrow night? I was gonna make damn sure she couldn’t f*****g hide it. I let my smirk stre
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