The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

With Jace, I never felt afraid. Not once. Not even when his grip tightened in my hair, not even when he pressed me into the mattress, not even when he kissed me so deeply I forgot my own name.

Because Jace didn’t just take—he gave. Every touch was a question. A promise. A demand wrapped in devotion. And for the first time, I understood. It was never supposed to hurt. It was never supposed to feel like a cage. It was supposed to feel like…this.

“Loving you isn’t some fucking chore. It’s not a weight around my neck, not something I have to suffer through. You think you’re hard to love, but you don’t get it. You don’t understand that loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Oh, this isn’t a proposal,” I said easily. “It’s an inevitability.”

“I see the girl who fights so hard to believe she deserves happiness. Who spent too long being told she wasn’t allowed to want more, to dream of more. Who learned how to survive before she ever learned how to just be.”

“But you don’t have to survive me. You just have to love me.”