Page 26 of Brutal Game

I looked down at the condom on the floor, and bent down to pick it up. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

There was a feather-light touch on my hip: Jack’s hand. The gentleness scared me. I didn’t believe in it for a second. Blinking away tears, refusing to look at my cruel tormentor, I ripped open the condom, removing it slowly. I pulled out the condom with my right hand, pinching the top like they’d taught us in sex ed, then paused, worried I was going to get it wrong and risk even bigger problems.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, the gentleness in his touch reflected in his quiet voice. “Never put a condom on a cock before?”

I didn’t trust it.

“Tom took care of it,” I muttered.

Jack grabbed my right wrist, gripping it tightly. The condom hung there, between us.

“Who thefuckis Tom?”

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Aviva

The gentleness in Jack’s voice had disappeared. He was angry. Angry, and he had no right to be.

So I didn’t answer him.

He gripped my wrist tighter, maybe in punishment. “Who is Tom, Aviva?”

“My ex-boyfriend.” He didn’t deserve to know that we hadn’t gotten further than the condom.

Jack relaxed his hold but didn’t release my wrist. “I’m going to make this clear, so there’s no confusion: while you’re my little filthy sex toy, there’s no one else. No one touches this pussy, you hear me? You get permission from me if you need to see your fucking gynecologist. Understood?”

“Yes, master,” I spat, enraged at the control he’d taken away from me.

He finally released my wrist, satisfied. “I like that. You can call me master whenever you want,princess.” Sitting back, he crossed his arms behind his back. “You’re holding itright. Just put it over the top of my cock and slowly roll it down.”

Gritting my teeth, I placed the condom on top of his dick, trying not to react to how hard and hot it was. Slowly, carefully, I rolled the condom down the thick length, hating the way it felt in my hand, how I could still feel the ridges and curve through the latex. How gorgeous Jack looked when he closed his eyes and hummed at the feeling of my hand around him. His lashes were long, curly, black; his sculpted face with its hard, sharp angles more pronounced in his pleasure.

I hated him so much.

My body must not have agreed. I could feel wetness drip down my pussy to my thighs. I shouldn’t have been this turned on again after coming already, but then what did I know about orgasms? What did I know about any of this?

Jack’s eyes opened. They were a stormy, lust-clouded gray. The kind of eyes you could easily get lost in.

If the circumstances were different.

If he were a different sort of man.

“Climb on.”

I stilled.

I’d assumed he’d fuck me in missionary the first time, maybe even from behind. But this, making me get on top… he really was making me play a role in my own demise. I hated it, hated him, but I had no choice. It was either this or saying goodbye to my dreams—and Asher’s.

Awkward and embarrassingly shy, I put my hands on his shoulder for balance and lifted one leg over his spread ones, then the other, until I was straddling him, my thighs burning from the stretch. Jack didn’t assist me, just held his cock in place as I hovered over him, avoiding contact with the tip of his cock.

“That won’t do,” he tsked. “Time is ticking; get to work.”

Shutting my eyes, I tried to block everything out as I lowered myself onto him. It was a mistake. Closing my eyes only heightened the sensations: the feel of his crown pressing against my entrance, the tight, immediate pain as he entered me, the fullness as I let myself slide down. Ithurt, having him inside me. And what was worse? The pain stirred something inside, a spark, a tingle of terrible pleasure.

Jack groaned, hard and deep, only making that pleasure worse. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight. How long has it been?”

I didn’t answer, because the answer was “forever.” Not only had I never had sex before, I’d doubted I ever would. Tom’s disgust with my scar had done a real number on me, and my insecurities piled up so high, I’d never thought I’d be in a relationship again.

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