Page 12 of Brutal Game

I caught the action before she could knee me in the nuts, easily sidestepping her. “Answer the question.”

“No.”

“No, you’re not a virgin, or no, you won’t answer me?”

“None of your business,” she said through gritted teeth.

I hated the idea that she might not be a virgin. That some other man or men had gotten their hands on her, had been inside her. The possibility made me crueler than perhaps I would’ve been otherwise. In punishment, I pinched her nipple, so hard and so tight she shrieked.

The action must have offended her so much, she regained her strength, ripping her wrists out of my hand and slapping me across the face.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” she gasped.

My right cheek burned where she’d hit me. She was feisty and brave, that was for sure. I tried to get myself under control, tried to think of what Micah or Marcus would say.

Eh, fuck that.

Grabbing her by the arms, I shoved her down so hard, her knees hit the hardwood floor.

“Damn, that sounded painful,” I said. “Now, princess, you’ve got two options. One: You tell me why you stole my wallet and broke into the locker room. Two: I take off your shirt and see what you’re really hiding.” A thought occurred. “Is it a wire?” It seemed a little absurd, but then so was finding a stranger in my locker room.

“It’s not a wire,” she cried, gripping the bottom of her shirt like it was a lifeline. “Jack, just let me go.”

Why did keeping her shirt on matter so much to her?

I shook my head, annoyed at myself. I wanted to know everything about her, when I shouldn’t care at all. “Talk.”

I watched as she considered it. Whatever she was hiding was almost as important as her secret. Finally, she shook her head.

“I don’t care what you do to me, you asshole. I’m not telling youjackshit,” she said.

“Cute,” I said. “But the next time you open that pretty mouth, it’s either to give me answers, or to take my cock down your tight little throat.” I squeezed her shoulder. “You hear me?”

She glared up at me, but didn’t speak.

That wouldn’t do.

I rubbed my cheek, eyes on the beautiful temptress kneeling in front of me, filled with dark, depraved thoughts. It was as if I were two men: One, completely shocked by my behavior—I should’ve called Coach and reported her, and he’d deal with it. The other, thrilled by what had fallen into my lap. I hated her for trying to fuck with my team, but I also wanted her. She was furious, and stunning, and I was going to do whatever I had to to get my power back.

Everything had been boring. Sex was boring. But this? This was as far from boring as you could get.

I grinned at her, fully aware of how menacing I looked as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock out.

“Ever seen one this big before, princess? Do you even know what to do with it?”

She glared at me.

I opened my mouth to embarrass her further when I caught her pressing her thighs together.

She was turned on by this. By the humiliation, degradation, forcefulness, and the sight of my cock. She was my perfect girl—and might also be the enemy.

“Time to open up.”

She shook her head, long dark brown hair flying everywhere. I wanted to see those rich brown curls spread across my pillow. For now, I’d content myself with using it as a rope to control her.

In a moment.

“Nowhere to go, no place to hide. Forced to submit to ahockey playeryou hate and his fat cock. Not much of a fairytale, is it, princess?”

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