Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“You can call me Blackwell. It’s nice to officially make your acquaintance…?” A long pause. Then, “Ophelia Grimm.” “Ophelia,” he repeated, tasting every syllable. Her name on his tongue sounded like a wicked prayer. “You are exactly the person I’ve been waiting for.”

“I thought I told you not to follow me?” “I apologize if I gave you the impression that I do what I’m told.”

He was the sort of man that thought his face could get him anything he wanted, and she was determined not to prove him correct.

“Is the thought of kissing me that horrible?” he murmured. No. “Yes,” she answered. “Did you know that every time you lie, your left eye twitches a little?”

“I care. We have a bargain. I’m supposed to protect you from harm while you’re here,” he told her, his tone a little too casual. “So again. Who did that to you?”

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

“At any point, if you want to stop,” he said, his voice thick with his arousal, “we stop. Understand?”

She had never been so affected by someone’s attractiveness as she was his, and it drove her wild that he seemed to know it.

“I’ve had a lover,” she interrupted before he could jump to any conclusions. “But he never made me do that.” “Then he was useless and a waste of your time,”