Page 50 of Sinful Games

With a cruel grin, he pinched my nipple hard again, making me gasp. The sting was sharp, and I had no choice but to relent. Slowly, I stuck out my tongue.

With a rough hold on my neck, he dragged my tongue into his mouth. He sucked and licked it slowly, making me roll my eyes back. Wow. The sensation of his tongue against mine was so intense it nearly made me see stars.

I wished I could stay like this forever, with him on top of me, his lips and tongue dominating every inch of my mouth.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I wanna fuck you so fucking bad, Caia.”

His voice was rough, and it froze me in place.

I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard.

Your papa is the best for–

My heart raced like crazy. The memories I’d tried to bury came flooding back, and I gasped, trying not to cry. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to keep the tears in.

No, not here.

Not now.

Not him.

Not like this. Please.

A shivering breath escaped me as Alexsei’s hand brushedmy cheek. “Hey,” he said softly, kissing my lips again. “What’s the matter?”

His hands gently removed my wrists from his belt, the clatter of it hitting the floor loud in the quiet room. He took my wrists and kissed them lightly.

“I need to go. I?—”

“Tell me what’s wrong, Caia.”

I shook my head and stood up, fixing my dress. “I need to go home now! I’ve gotta check on my babushka.”

He looked puzzled but didn’t push it. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”

Chapter

Fifteen

“One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.”

?K.L. Toth

Alexsei

I winced as I peeled off the bandages from my hands, carefully inspecting the raw, reddened skin. It looked better than it did yesterday, but still a mess.

Goddamn Caia, with her soft emerald eyes, those lips like ripe cherries soaked in wine, and that body of hers... I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the thoughts, but it was pointless.

I had no fucking clue about last night—why she fought so hard to resist me, only to give in, then freeze up like she'd seena ghost, trembling all over. I wanted to dig deeper, to figure out why she reacted like that, but the way she avoided my eyes and her eagerness to leave made me stop.

Something was definitely off with her, and part of me cursed myself for even caring.

She’s supposed to be just a quick fuck, Alexsei! Damn it!

I wandered into the living room, scanning the space. The only remnants of the evening were our glasses on the table. I picked up the one Caia had used, noticing the faint trace of her rosy lipstick. Giving in to an impulse, I pressed my lips against the spot where hers had been, savoring the lingering taste of her in the last drops of water.

Too exhausted to drive back to the Manor, and with no desire to endure the freezing hour-long trek through that snow-covered hell, I decided to stay. But sleep? Nowhere in sight. My mind was a disaster, trapped between memories of her and fantasies I couldn’t fucking control.

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