Page 110 of Cruel Games

I liked pain, liked it when she gave it to me, usually. But this wasn’t on my terms. And right now wasnotthe best time for my dick to get hard, for me to want to sink myself in her fucking hot, wet pussy.

I shouldn’t be thinking of this right now.

I should be coming up with a way to incapacitate her and get her back to the Guild, so we could figure out what the fuck was wrong with her.

“Get your dick out of my ass, you pervert,” she snapped, shattering the calm between us. “And let mego.”

“Shut up, bitch,” I snarled against her ear, grabbing her hands as I slammed them against the building. I moved them above her head and gripped both her wrists with one hand as I moved the second one down to pull on the front of my pants.

Things were getting tight in there.

“You’d better not try anything, Jackal,” she mumbled, a little of the fight gone from her as she waited to see what I’d do next.

I spun her around to face me, staring into the depths of her soul as she still struggled to get the upper hand on me. “Or what, kitten?” I asked, wondering if she had a plan or if she just assumed I’d honor my word to her long enough for her to get her way. “Will you hurt me?”

“For starters,” she said as I leaned in and inhaled her scent, taking in the aroma of sweat, blood, and fresh rain, along with somthing else I couldn’t identify. “Then I’ll dismember you and throw you to the crocs in the river.”

“Oh, please, don’t threaten me with a good time,” I purredagainst her throat, taunting her as I took away her autonomy, as I took back the power I’d given her, that we’d all given her, when she joined our ranks. “You know I like it when you hurt me.”

“I knew you were a fucking sadist when I met you.” Her eyelids fluttered shut as she leaned back against the wall and gave me contradictory permission to continue my pursuit. “Looks like you’ve proven me right once again, dog.”

“Not your dog, kitten,” I growled, my lips dancing over her skin. To contradict my point, I bit the juncture of her throat and collarbone, drawing blood like some vampiric parasite as she moaned and arched her back, even as the blood trailed down her throat, down into the valley of her breasts.

I licked my lips as I wondered what it’d feel like to clean it from her skin with my tongue.

“A wild animal,” she panted, her eyes hooded, lashes fluttering.

“A predator,” I corrected, my free hand trailing down her arm, back up again, playing in the blood she was coated in, not all of it hers. “And tonight, you’re the prey.”

“Go to hell,” she snapped, though I could tell her heart wasn’t in it. “Let me go.”

“Actually, I’m done doing what you want, kitten,” I purred in her ear, dragging my nose along the column of her throat. “I think it’s time for Jackal to get whathewants, don’t you?”

She remained silent this time, her eyes burning a hole into my skull, trying to kill me with her glare alone. When that didn’t work, she started squirming again, which had the complete opposite effect she wanted.

My cock twitched in my pants, and I pressed my hips against hers, grinding her into the wall, showing her the effect she had on me.

“You make me this way, Ivy,” I whispered, my free hand fisting in her hair for a moment. Those locks were still damp and ragged, and they curled around my fingers withease, allowing me to tug her head back more, exposing her neck to my gaze. “You turn me feral. I might be a dog, but when you fight me, when you demean me, when you belittle me and try to tear me down, you bring out a beast.” I let out a low growl against the skin below her ear, reveling in the shiver that raced down her spine. “And tonight, he’s hungry. Ravenously so.”

Without another word, I brought my lips against hers, nibbling the soft lower one as she tried to pull away. She yelped into my mouth, and I took advantage, sliding my tongue past her parted lips as she struggled in my grip.

I moved my hand from her hair to her hands again, pinning one on each side of her head as I groaned against her mouth, rocked my hips into the softness of her belly, humped her like the dog she accused me of being. I took from her what she pretended she wasn’t ready to give, desperate to make her see that she was still human, that she still needed what I could offer. That she wasn’t all the way gone.

“Who hurt you?” The words were barely a whisper against her lips, but she went still as they registered in her mind, the heat and aggression draining from her muscles.

I waited for an answer, but it was not forthcoming. She said nothing, choosing instead to lean toward me and demand that I return to kissing her.

But for some reason, something inside me yearned for that answer she was unwilling to divest. I needed to know what she was trying to hide.

“What happened to make you this way?” I snarled, slamming her against the wall with my body. “Tell me, dammit.”

“No,” she gasped, her legs spreading around my knee as I slid it between hers. “I won’t.”

“You’ll tell me eventually,” I assured her, my hands releasing hers as I trailed them down her sides, yanking her up by her waist as I slid between her legs entirely and pinned her againstthe wall again, this time, with her thighs gripping my hips, her thin panties just barely barring me from her core.

I dropped one of her hands on my shoulder and snarled out a command for her.

“Hold the fuck on so I don’t drop you.”

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