Page 41 of Deadly Little Games

My core clenches at his words, and he picks up the pace, driving his fingers in and out. His eyes neverleave mine as a shudder racks my body and my stomach clenches, my eyes squeezing shut.

He grips my chin. “Eyes on me while you come,” he growls, and I obey, panting through my release.

He smiles, bringing his lips down on mine in a heated kiss. His precum slides down his shaft onto my fingers where I’m still gripping him.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers, pressing kisses along my cheek, and I nod, releasing his cock.

He grabs a condom from the drawer beside his bed, tears the packet, and slips it on. I lick my lips as I watch his movements, and Lucas’s eyes darken to a chocolate brown.

“Fuck me, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I have no idea what to say, so I don’t say anything, instead grabbing his cock and lining it up with my pussy. He grins, easing himself inside me, and it takes me a moment to adjust to his size. A whimper escapes at the feeling of fullness, and my walls clench around him.

He starts off slow, then faster and harder. His lips crash down on mine, and I take his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard. He groans deeply and I want to hear that sound again. He drives into me, hitting my G-spot, but it’s not enough. I need more.

My hands push against his chest, and he pulls out. I flip over onto my stomach, and he laughs, slapping my ass. I jolt forward slightly, and he wraps his fingers around my hair, tugging me back. He lines his cock up and pushes deep inside me. I lay my head down against his pillow with my ass in the air, and he drives into me, hitting my walls again and again. He pulls my hair harder and my back arches. I want—no,need—more tension. He slaps my ass and my pussy clenches.

“You love it dirty, don’t you, little thorn?” Lucas growls,and I moan. “Don’t you?” he asks again, slapping my ass harder.

I jolt forward, but his grip on my hair pulls me back. Pain erupts across my ass and scalp—fuck, it feels good. “Yes,” I pant, getting higher and higher.

He slows down his pace and I curse.

“I’m so close, don’t you dare fucking stop,” I snap, and he chuckles.

“As you wish.”

He pumps in and out faster and faster until I can’t take it anymore. My legs become weak, stars dance in my vision, and I release. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out, and the next thing I know, warm liquid hits my back, but I don’t give a fuck. My body deflates, my heart thundering in my ears as I try to catch my breath.

He rustles around, his presence retreating briefly, then the bed dips and a towel rubs against my back, removing the cum. He flops down on the bed next to me with a lopsided grin.

“You know I won’t ever be able to walk away from you or that sweet, sweet pussy now, right?” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I have no idea how to respond to that, so I don’t. I can’t get attached to him or them—they are the enemy. But the more I say that, the more I don’t believe it, and that scares me the most because I am leaving. Once I find my brother, we are gone, and the thought of growing feelings for Lucas and then walking away is too much.

But it might already be too late for that.

Chapter Twenty-One

Freya

After hastily throwing one last T-shirt into my bag, I make sure to zip it up securely before grabbing my phone and purse. Checking the time, I curse. I’ve only got ten minutes until the bus leaves. I take one final glance around my room to ensure I haven’t left anything behind.

On the way past Alec’s room, I grab one of his favorite jumpers and slip it over my head, the soft fabric settling against my skin. His musky scent engulfs me, making it hard to hold back the tears welling in my eyes. I’m going to Bexley, to find my brother and bring him home. We’ll clean up this mess together, then leave. I’ve searched everywhere except for that place because of the puzzling message that threw me off. It claimed he wasn’t at college, but still here. It’s my last option, and if he isn’t there... fuck, I don’t want to think about it.

Mom’s asleep on the couch, her soft snores filling the room. I pull up the blanket that’s fallen to the ground, bringing it up to her chin, and press a gentle kiss against her forehead. While she may not excel at motherhood, the absence of Gavin and the disappearance of hersupply has allowed her to rediscover her true self. I’ve been avoiding her when she’s coming down because it’s not a pretty sight. I have no idea how long it will last this time, but I hope it does.

As I shut the front door behind me, a refreshing breeze caresses my cheeks, leaving them chilled. With my bag securely on my back, I pull the hood over my head and begin my stroll through the park. My feet crunch on the dirt as I power walk to the end of the road. Waiting at the bus stop, I lean back against the pole and listen to the distant sounds of traffic.

Up ahead, a car’s headlights beam brightly, forcing me to shield my eyes. Tires screech loudly as it halts in front of me. The moment I withdraw my hand, a stunning black Bentley Mulliner Batur with heavily tinted windows materializes before me. No fucking way.

Gage jumps out of the driver’s side and leans against the hood. He runs his fingers through his wet, curly black hair, shaking off droplets of water. He looks all fresh and showered, like he just drove here.

“Get in the fucking car, LeClair,” he demands, and I shake my head.

“Not happening. I’ve got shit to do today that doesn’t involve you.”

“I know, and we’re taking you.”

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