Page 63 of Deadly Little Games

I glance over to Gage, who doesn’t move and doesn’t speak. He runs his finger across his jaw, watching me intensely. Warmth spreads across my chest. I’m waiting for him to yell at me, to be pissed off, but there’s nothing but silence between us.

I hop off the bed and retrieve my underwear from the floor, then turn to pick up the dress. Warmth hits my back, and his hand snakes around my waist. The heat of his palm burns my skin.

He moves my hair off my shoulder, his fingers running across my nape and sending shivers through me. His lips brush up my neck.

“Don’t you dare put those on.” His husky voice makes my knees weak. I release my grip on the dress and panties.

“So bossy,” I say, glancing over my shoulder.

His fingers twist into my hair. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He cranes my neck using his forceful grip, and pain rips through my skull, but then he claims my lips in a demanding kiss and the pain is replaced with desire. I try to twist my body around so I’m facing him, but his hand lands on my hip, holding me in place.

He breaks away from the kiss, and I instantly want him back. Releasing my hair, he skates his hands down my back, then he undoes all the hooks of my bustier, and it falls to the ground, leaving me butt naked. My nipples harden, begging to be touched, and I nearly take matters into my own hands.

It’s not the first time Gage has seen part of me, but it feels like it. The first time was a hate fuck, quick and angry. He didn’t see me completely naked. This feels different. I want him and he wants me. I have no idea when the lines started to become blurry between hate and love, but they have.

He slowly turns me around until I’m facing him. His clothes are now gone, discarded on the floor between us. His hard cock is in the palm of his hand, and I swallow hard, having forgotten how big he is. His gaze drifts over every inch of my body, and I stand proudly, even as wetness pools between my legs. I need him. Now.

I step forward, pressing myself against his rock-solid body, then drag my fingers up his legs until his cock is firmly in my grip. I stroke up and down his length a few times before falling to my knees. Glancing up, I bat my eyelashes, and his stare is feral, his chest rising and falling.

“Don’t play with me. Put that filthy mouth on my cock, now.”

Jesus. I take him in one go, running my tongue along his shaft, then pull back, my teeth lightly grazing over his hot, silky flesh. His deep groan sets my belly on fire. The control I have over him is empowering.

The door to the bathroom opens, and Lucas emerges, but I don’t stop.

“Fuck yeah, about time,” he says from somewhere behind Gage.

“Fuck off,” Gage growls, and Lucas laughs.

“Hell no. I’m here to watch. This is way better than porn.”

Gage’s answering grumble morphs into another deep groan, his hand twisting into my hair, and he forces my head back and forth. His cock hits the back of my throat again and again, and I fight the urge to gag, breathing through my nose. I watch Lucas from the corner of my eye as he drops his towel to the floor and grabs his cock, watching us—watchingme—intently as he jerks himself off. Fucking hell.

It’s not long before Gage’s cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow every last drop. Then I slide my lips over his length one last time and let him pull out of my mouth. He grabs my hand, helping me up, then claims my mouth in a searing kiss.

He pulls back to rest his head against mine, ignoring Lucas still working himself over.

“So fucking hot,” Gage whispers.

Before I can take my next breath, he spins me around, forces my head to the bed, and his weight presses against my back. He spreads my legs with his and runs his finger between my soaked folds.

“So wet for me,” Gage says.

‘“And me,” Lucas pipes up, but Gage continues to ignore him as he slides his finger inside me. I jolt forward, my face pressing into the mattress. Another finger fills me, joining the first one as they move in and out. I want more. I need more.

“What do you want?” Gage asks as he leans forward and wraps my hair around his hand.

“You. Inside. Me.”

His fingers disappear, leaving me empty and aching, then a drawer opens and closes. There’s the tearing sound of a wrapper, then a brief pause before he yanks my head back at the same time he slams his cock into me. A deep, animalistic groan falls from my lips. My back arches, pain searing through my scalp from his grip on my hair, and it takes a few seconds for me to adjust to his size.

His hand lands on my ass, the slap echoing through the bedroom. He keeps the grip on my hair tight, his body shifting over my back, and his finger disappears between my legs. He flicks my clit to the rhythm of his thrusts, but I need more.

Covering his hand with my own, I force his finger to go faster and faster. My skin flushes hot as pleasure builds and builds, but before I can finish, Gage removes his hand and pulls out. I’m spun around so fast, my body sways and my vision clouds.

He drops me back onto the bed and I land with a huff. Then he grabs one of my legs, lifts it high and fills me again. My eyes squeeze shut.

“Eyes on me,” Gage growls. “I want to see you fall apart.”

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