Page 89 of Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

“Careful,” he taunted, his voice thick, “or I might start to get the wrong idea.”

He didn’t take his time and build up this time, and I hadn’t yet cooled off from last time. He slammed his fingers into me, the sound of my own arousal echoing through the storming world. How was hethisgood at using his hands? I mean,fuck, I had never been sexually attracted to hands, but this?

My eyes opened, falling to where his hand worked through me. Thick and beautiful. Black ink I hadn’t noticed before trailing across his thick forearms, across part of his hand. Gods, his hands were so…

Hot.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked against my ear, his hand nearly ripping my hair out.

I bit my lip, my entire body trembling as I watched his hand. I was. I was going to cum so fucking hard, but would I tell him? No. Because I was terrified he would just take it away again.

I felt him smile against my ear. “Oh,” he sang. “You can’t lie to me baby, I can read your body better thanyou can.” He pulled his hand out again just before I fell off the edge.

“Fuck,” I whined, despite myself.

This time, Trick carefully untangled himself from me and stepped back.

His shadows retreated slowly, giving me the chance to regain proper footing before I collapsed back against the tree and turned to face him.

It was difficult, trying to catch my breath, my body was weak, still craving, filled with overwhelming frustration as my hands dug into the tree if only to keep me standing.

Trick stepped a couple feet away and slid his fingers into his mouth with this cocky smile touching his lips. “Fuck, baby. You taste like fucking goddess.”

My mouth was dry, rain dripping from every inch of me, the cold biting into my skin. “Why?” I found myself asking like some pathetic, whimpering child who had just had a lollipop taken away from them.

He slid his hands into his pockets and lifted his chin. “You broke the rules.” He turned away from me, but not before I caught a glimpse of the outline of his cock, still rock hard under his pants. “Remember rule 4, Angel.”

I ground my teeth together and shoved myself away from the tree, shaking from how cold I was now, made even colder by the humiliation I felt. “Fuck you,” I spat, shoving my hair back. “I’ll fucking masturbate if I want to. I’ll break every rule if I want to. I haven’t signedshityet, so I don’t need to abide by any of your sick and twisted rules.”

He stopped and turned back to me, his eyes flaming.The game. He loved his fucking games. “Do you want to cum for me, Kyra?” he asked again, his voice cutting through the roaring of the rain like a hot knife through butter.

I shook my head, but gods if those words wouldn’t stick with me. “No.”

“That’s rule 3,” he noted, looking me over.

I gripped my hands at my side. “Will you?”

His eyes flashed, so dark, they were nearly black. “Will I what, Angel? Say it. Will. I. What.”

I swallowed, my hands shaking. “Will you…” My heart fluttered, my arousal soaking through my pants.

“Don’t say it.”

“Fucking say it you coward.”

Oh gods. “Will you cum for me, Trick?”

Whatever color had been left in his eyes disappeared when I said that, and I could have sworn he shivered when I said his name. It almost made me want to say it again. Almost. “Not yet, baby,” he answered.

I scoffed. “You can break rule 3, but I can’t?”

“I don’t break those rules,” he stated. “I will never lie to you.”

He started turning away again and I found myself taking a step after him. “You like your games? How much will you like them if I stopped playing?” I challenged, albeit weakly.

He smiled. “You can’t stop playing. You like it too much.”

I shook my head again, my entire body trembling from the cold. “You don’t know me. You have no idea who I am, what I think. You can’t possibly know that.”

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