Page 30 of Game of Revenge

“Fuck, baby, I need your mouth on my cock. I'm so hard for you it hurts.”

Getting onto his knees, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pushing him lower. Fumbling with the belt and button to my pants, he sighs.

“I'm going to make this so good, you won't even remember Brian's name when I'm done with you.”

My body freezes, and my grip tightens in his hair.

“How could you say something like that,” I mumble before shoving him away and running off.

Shivers run down my naked spine, but I don't care. I knew something was off with him.

I never should have kissed him. I blame it on the bloodlust in the air.

Kiernan

I have one more guy on my list. The others are just pawns. As I continue along the lighted path, Blakely finds me, lookingbeautifully disheveled.

“How are you doing, Buttercup?” she asks me, grabbing my arm and laying her head on my shoulder.

I'm disgusting right now, covered in blood and gray matter, but so is she.

“Exhausted. Thank you for doing this. I love you. I'm so blessed to have you as my best friend,” I mumble and she sighs, moving to give me a tight squeeze.

“I will always be here, Kier. I will follow you into the pits of Hell.”

“I know. How about we finish this, then shower and jump into the giant jacuzzi tub? I could use some ice cream.”

Blakely groans, and we begin walking again.

“Fuck yes. My feet are killing me, but don't tell the guys I said that. They will appear with some kind of throne to carry me around on.”

Laughing we come up to the pits where Francis is beating the shit out of some of the football players.

“Woo, look at our girl go,” Blakely cheers.

We watch for a few seconds, then continue over to the spider webs. They seem to be a hit this evening.

“Oh look, isn't that nice. We have a little creep in our web,” Blakely coos, moving closer to Shaun and running her blade over his stomach.

He flinches and begins to weep.

“Please don't let the clowns get me. I hate the circus,” he babbles and I sigh.

Grabbing my knife, I ignore all the blood on the blade and cut him down from the netting.

“What are you doing?”

“I don't want to kill him after all. Just let him fall into the pit. I think I'm done with tonight.”

A yawn escapes my lips and Blakely sighs.

“Yeah, okay.”

Untangling Shaun from the web, I turn him around and whisper into his ear.

“You are the worst one of all, because you like to fuck men. You had to take your jealousy and anger out on someone sweet and innocent and for that you will rot in Hell, oh and by the way, Ricky's dead.”

A powerful wail escapes Shaun's lips as he stumbles off toward the pit.

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