Chapter Eight
All Bets are Off
In chess, as in life, opportunity strikes but once. - David Bronstein
LUKAS
I don’t know that I can be friends with her.
I don’t even know that I can stand another twenty-four hours without wanting to stick a f*****g pen in my eye at the sound of her name. But I do know this…
I want to f**k the s**t out of her. Now. At this very moment.
And right now, that is all that f*****g matters to me.
I reach out toward Elena, grabbing her waist and dragging her right into me. The cry that she gives is soft, and I can’t tell if it’s out of surprise or protest, but it comes out muffled as I crush my mouth to hers.
She stills for a split second and then responds almost immediately. Her kiss is eager and anxious and irresistible.
I reach down, hiking her dress
