Page 28 of Brutal Game

I struggled to lift off of him.

He didn’t release me.

“Not yet, little spy,” he crooned. “I want to feel your aftershocks. Besides, haven’t you heard of aftercare?”

“Have you?” I tried to retort, but my voice had taken on a soft, dreamlike quality.

He chuckled. “Look how sweet you are post orgasm. Like a small, defenseless kitten. You purr so nicely.”

But he released my hips. Holding the condom in place, I raised my hips and his cock, now soft, slid out of me. I stood on shaky legs.

Jack looked down at his softened cock. His eyes went wide.

“Are you on your period or something?”

“Or something,” I muttered, too tired and overwhelmed to bother to keep my virginity a secret from him any longer.

Ex-virginity, now.

“So you were a virgin,” he said, and there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t read.

But whatever it was, it scared me.

“I want to fuck you all over again,” he groaned, dragging a finger through the blood on the condom.

And then, to my utter shock, he lifted his bloody finger to his mouth…

…and sucked.

“Such a fucking sweet cherry,” he growled, and his eyes flashed silver. “And mine. All mine. You hear me, princess? This means you belong to me now. Some other asshole touches you, thisTomcomes near you?” he sneered. “I’ll motherfucking destroy him.”

Standing, he disposed of the condom while I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on jerkily. I felt sick and elated, like I wanted to laugh or cry or scream, I wasn’t sure. At least he hadn’t taken my shirt off. At least my scar was still a secret from him.

I snorted to myself. What a pathetic silver lining.

Jack rose and dressed, but before I could follow suit, he was pulling me into his arms. Being held by him was disconcerting. Especially when he awkwardly rubbed my back and dropped a reluctant-seeming kiss on my forehead. The softness, the gentleness…it opened a gaping wound inside of me, because part of me longed for his tenderness to be real, even though I knew it was just one more way to mess with my head.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“Aftercare. You’ve never had sex before, it’s right that I hold you,” he muttered, although he sounded confused himself. Pulling back, he lifted my chin. “In fact, you’re coming home with me, princess.”

Oh, shit, what time was it? I swallowed, glancing around. It was dark out; the clock in the corner said 7 p.m. I had half an hour to get to the bar for my shift.

“I can’t,” I told him.

“What did I say about you telling me no?”

“I can’t,” I repeated, freaked out. “I have to go to work. Some of us need to work.”

He glared. “You think hockey isn’t work?”

“I don’t want to talk about hockey right now. I need to go.”

Surprisingly, he released me, watching as I gathered up my clothes and dressed.

“Where do you work? I can give you a ride.” He grinned, standing and stretching. “Another one, I mean.”

I’m sure he could. “None of your business.”

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