Page 59 of Deadly Little Games

“Make me forget,” I say, fisting his cock with my other hand and slowly moving it up and down.

I remove my hand from his mouth and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him to me, then his lips crash into mine, and our tongues collide.

He grabs my ass, lifting me, then breaks away from my lips to place me on the edge of the jacuzzi. His hands land on my knees, pushing them apart until my pussy is completely bared to him. He slowly licks his lips, and I can’t take it anymore. Gripping the back of his neck, I shove his face between my legs.

The breath from his chuckle tickles my clit, then he swipes his tongue between my folds and my eyes slam shut.My fingers grip the edge, and I push my pussy further into his face. He doesn’t need to be told twice; he eats me out like I’m a five-star meal. His mouth works me over, expertly bringing me to the edge again and again.

My head falls back, a deep moan falling from my lips as I finally fall apart, and he laps up every drop. When he comes up for air, his eyes clash with mine.

“Fuck me so I can forget, b-but just... for tonight,” I stutter, trying to catch my breath.

He picks me up and spins me around. Water splashes around us, hitting the bathroom floor. He lowers me into the water, then slowly onto his hard cock.

My eyes slam shut as I adjust to his length. My head rests against his, my knees landing on the jacuzzi seat giving me leverage to move up and down on his cock. He keeps his hands on my hips but lets me fuck him.

He fills me, hitting the right spot over and over, climbing me higher. My hands rest on his shoulders, and he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard. The tangy taste of blood fills my mouth, and he licks my lip clean, then claims my mouth.

In the next breath, he releases me, lifting me off his cock, and spins me around so my ass is facing him.

“Hold on,” he says in a husky voice.

I hold onto the edge he has maneuvered us to, lifting my ass in the air. In one swift motion, he fills me again, and I jerk forward. Oh my God.

He fills every inch of me, splitting me open, and it’s too much but not enough at the same time. He grips my hair, wrapping it around his fingers and yanking my head back. Fuck. He builds me up and up.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck,” I say breathlessly. He doesn’tstop, fucking me harder and harder until I release all over his cock, and he follows right after with a deep groan.

After a few languid thrusts, he pulls out, and I fall backward into the water. He catches me, pulling me into his chest. I’ll regret this tomorrow, but it’s exactly what I needed. A moment to forget. We remain in our embrace until the churning water makes everything else fade away.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Freya

My bare feet sink into the forest floor, the rough ground biting into my skin. Voices carry around me, getting louder and louder. They can’t catch me. I push harder, ignoring the pain shooting up my shins. I have to make it. I have to save my brother. He needs me. I’m the only person he’s got.

A shadow jumps out in front of me, and I scream, skidding to a stop. A neon-red skull mask stares back at me. Then another, then another, until I’m surrounded by glowing skulls. One of the masked figures steps forward, coming closer until they are only an arm’s length away.

“Let’s play a game,” a robotic voice says. “If you beat me, your brother will be saved.”

“And if I don’t?” I draw in a sharp breath.

“Then you die with him.”

I’m off running again before the person in the mask can react. His footsteps crunch against the forest debris, getting closer and closer. No, I have to move. The forest opens up and train tracks stare back at me. Keep pushing. Figures surround me, closing in. No, I’m so close. Imake it over the train tracks and to the fence. I look up and scream. Alec’s lifeless eyes stare back at me.

His head jolts, his eyes open. “You could have saved me.”

I scream until my throat becomes dry. As my body trembles, I force my eyes to open. Ocean-blue eyes collide with mine.

“Just a nightmare. You’re okay.” Hazen holds my gaze for several heartbeats until I look away.

“Is my brother really gone?” My voice is quiet, just below a whisper, and I don’t know if I’m asking him or myself.

Hazen rolls onto his back, the bed dipping, and he pulls me under his arm. All the energy in me is gone, so I don’t fight him.

“I’m sorry.” He rubs his hand up and down my arm, but I barely feel a thing.

My brother is dead. My whole body feels numb as though I’m hovering above it. I can’t move. I just want this nightmare to be over. If only I could build a time machine, so I could bring my brother back and switch places with him. So he can fulfill his dream of attending college. I don’t have anything good to live for; he deserves this life more than me. I need this to be a fairytale where I find a witch to cast a spell and,poof, it’s all okay. But that won’t happen—this isn’t a fairytale, and witches aren’t real.

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