Page 86 of Brutal Game

Oh, this fucking asshole.

Rage filled me, battling it out with desire. Neither won.

“You’re the fucking liar, Jack,” I told him between moans. “Because you keep lying to yourself.”

He froze for a moment, faltering in his thrusts.

“Bullshit.”

He leaned over me and shoved three of his fingers in my mouth.

Punishment.Or to shut me up.

“I do not lie. I meant it when I told you we belonged to each other. You think you can get rid of me that easily, princess?”

I tried to yell at him, but it came out garbled. I tried to spit his fingers out, but it was impossible. And as he kept twisting and grinding his hips, his cock shifting inside me, I forgot what I wanted to say.

“Come for me, Aviva,” he said harshly.

I had no choice. Not with the way the base of his cock was pressing against my clit, the curve of it was rubbing against my g spot, the absolute humiliating helplessness of his fingers shoved deep in my mouth, which shouldn’t have been hot, butwas.

With a gurgled, garbled scream, I came.

With an animalistic roar, Jack followed me over, shoving his cock so deep in me I swore I felt it in my throat. I felt his release, because once again, the fucker hadn’t used a condom, and once again, I was too caught up in my own pleasure to care.

He’d broken me, and I didn’t recognize the pieces that were left.

Finally, he sighed, pulling out and rolling over to his side. He tried to turn me and pull my back against his clothed chest, but the fight that had been missing in me when I’d first woken up finally appeared. Kicking, slapping, scratching, I fought him, trying to scramble off the bed. Todo what, I didn’t know. Tovah must not be home, because otherwise she would’ve barged in here already. Call campus security? Jack was as much a god to them as he was to the rest of Reina. Call the police? They were in Jack’s pocket.

Call Asher?

My brother would get here as soon as he could, and he could probably take Jack in a fight, but I couldn’t do that to him.

No, I was out of options.

“I’ll go to U-Wire. To ESPN. I don’t fucking know. I’ll tell them everything I know, if you continue this,” I threatened as I fought him.

I didn’t get very far. Jack must have just been playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse, because suddenly I was yanked into his arms, the heat of his chest scalding my partially-bare back, even through his t-shirt.

“Aviva, you don’t mean that.” He sounded earnest. “You don’t need a blackmail payout. I’ll take care of your money problems. Whatever you need—whatever even your brother needs—I’ll take care of it. Because I’ll take care of you. You can let this all go.”

His words were a blade, the insult cutting into my skin.

But it was nowhere near the pain of him abruptly releasing me and climbing off the bed.

“You motherfucking asshole,” I spat at him.

He froze, the softness leaving his face. His jaw ticked, but he didn’t say anything, just pulled on his boxers and sweatpants before stuffing his feet in his shoes and going to the door.

Just as it opened, I asked the question that had been plaguing me. “Who broke you? Who hurt you so badly you felt the need to pay the favor forward?”

He didn’t even turn around. “You don’t get to ask questions.”

I never got to ask questions. I never got the upper hand.

I swallowed.

Maybe it would take something extreme, to get to the bottom of who Jack was. And while I shouldn’t care, knowledge waspower. What I learned about him could help me, right?

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