Page 57 of Brutal Game

“What do you want?”

“The story of how you got that scar, for one thing. For another, you promise to stop trying to destroy Coach’s life and the team’s chances at winning the Frozen Four this year.”

I would’ve shaken my head if it wasn’t still pressed against the pillow. Instead, I laughed.Mylaugh was bitter. “You don’tdeserveto fucking know. Andhedoesn’t deserve leniency.”

Jack stroked my hair, and I shivered at his touch. “This is always going to come between us, isn’t it? I hurt you last night, and I’m?—”

“What, sorry?” I spat.

“Tell me about the scar, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess!” Something in me broke, like the shock from the night before had worn off and the hazy nightmare of last night was coming clear. “Just fuck me, Jack. That’s what you want me for, isn’t it? That’s all I am to you, right? Stop with this pillow talk half-assed apology bullshit and fucking fuck me already.”

His hand on my hair stilled.

Then:

“As you wish,” he said, and something about his quotingPrincess Bridein such a dark moment made me want to cry.

Until he rolled me over onto my stomach, pressing his entire body on top of me. “Is that what you need, little thief? To be fucked? Will that make you feel better, to be used that way?”

Jack forced my thighs apart and my hands above my head. I felt him moving behind me, the sound of fabric sliding off, and then he was tying my wrists together with his boxers. He shoved his hips against me again, and this time I felt his bare skin, cock hard and hot again and wet with precome. Like I’d fantasized about, masturbated to.

Oh, god, what had I done? What was Idoing?Did I want this?

Shock, my inner psychologist supplied. I was in shock. Last night had been too much, and so my brain was protecting me by keeping the worst of the emotions at bay until I could process them. It was using sex as a distraction. That was all this was.

“Jack,no,” I said, even though I didn’t believe it.

“Aviva,yes,” he said, just as firmly. “You need this, even if you don’t want to admit it, little liar. Need me to be the villain, so I’ll be the villain. Your villain.”.

And then he was pushing my thighs apart and his cock was at my entrance and the tip was entering me and?—

“Jack! Put on a condom. God knows who else you’ve fucked.”

“I get tested regularly, I have no STIs. I’ve never been with anyone bare. And you’ve only ever been with me.”

“But I’m not on birth control—” I started to protest.

He cut me off, pushing my head against the pillow as he slowly shoved his cock inside me. Even though I was already wet, it still hurt. He felt thicker this way, longer, bigger—and that feeling only increased when he shoved my legs back together with his thighs.

He sighed as he bottomed out, kissing my neck. “Perfect.”

I hated it, hated him, hated my own body, hated myself. Because in that moment, itwasperfect. I felt so full, surrounded by all sides, and the shame I’d felt before was gone. This wasn’t my fault, none of it. I had no control, so I couldn’t be blamed. And if my body liked it, well, I couldn’t be blamed for that, either. That was only biology.

Maybe he was right, maybe I did need to be fucked.

As if he’d heard my thoughts, Jack began to croon hisapproval in my ear. “Such a good girl, accepting you don’t have any control. Such a good, sweet little cunt, accepting the cock it was made for. It’s okay, princess, let yourself feel. You’re not doing this, I am. You aren’t at fault, the big bad hockey player is. And doesn’t it feel good, letting someone else be in charge?”

Oh god, it did. Itdid. I clenched around him, and he growled.

“Fuck, that’s it, yes. I can feel you drenching my cock. You’re going to come like this, just from the sound of my voice. I’m not going to move at all. In fact, I might not move ever again. Would you like that, little thief? Being trapped here forever, forced to take my cock every single second until we both die?”

Oh,fuck.I clenched again, everything in my body going tight from his words and the picture he drew.

He growled again, lower, harsher. “I think Iwillkeep you here. Tie you spread eagled to my bed, keep the door locked. Feed you whenever you need, fuck you whenever I want. Make you completely reliant on me. Your entire existence will be to serve my cock with all three of your holes. I’ll come in you, over and over, until you don’t know what it feels like to not be wet with it inside you, until you crave me every second I’m not inside you…my perfect, beautiful, brilliant little whore.” He bit my ear, lowering his voice, his breath tickling my neck. “You drenched my cock again. That vision appeals to you doesn’t it? Aviva Feldman, Jack Feldman’s little fucktoy…”

It was the slip up, him giving me his own last name in this godforsaken fantasy, that did it. I cried against the pillow as a soft but powerful explosion went off in my body, my pussy clenching and pulsing around him as incredible pleasure took over.

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