Page 41 of Cruel Games

He might be lean, but there was muscle abound beneath that tanned skin, and it was well-used and finely tuned.

I dragged my eyes away from Coyote Appreciation Hour and grabbed the end of Jackal’s chains, deciding it might be a good idea to chain himtosomething to prevent him from wriggling his way into inconveniencing me again.

There.

A lone pole holding up a second-floor walkway stood not far from where the pulley broke, so I looped the chain around it a few times and tucked it in, pulling on it for good measure. When I was convinced it wouldn’t move, I turned my attention back to Dingo, whose insult, or challenge, or taunt, whatever you wanted to call it, had stuck with me.

Get fucked.

You first.

“Time to pay up, Dingo,” I mused, slipping the knife back into my hoodie sleeve. “Care to put your mouth in play and wag that tongue again?”

All three men in the room registered confusion in their expressions, but it appeared to dawn on Coyote before it made sense to the other two. He hung his head and a small smile broke across his lips, just the barest hint of one that had me questioning if I’d imagined it before it disappeared once more.

“The fuck are you talking about, girl?” Dingo’s eyes narrowed in frustration as he likely played back the whole scene in his head, trying to figure out what I was talking about. He remained in the dark until I moved to the head of the table, my fingers moving down his torso to count thebuttons on his shirt from top to bottom–or as far as I could reach from here.

Suddenly, it became very, very clear to him what I’d meant.

If they wanted to play a game with me, I’d make it worth my own while. After all, what was the harm in taking pleasure from them as I killed them? If they were dead, there wouldn’t be any witnesses to me letting my more animalistic urges take over. And it would take something from them that they took away from me and mine a long time ago.

A choice.

They took away a whole lifetime of choices when they forced my life to veer wildly off-course. They changed my whole makeup, my whole personality, when they decided to kill my father. It was all their choice, not mine.

And now, the tables were turned, and I’d take what I wanted.

Or, rather, what my body wanted. I wanted nothing from these men but release, and their utter torment. And then, their deaths.

Not a lot to ask, right?

“What the fuck are you doing to him?”

Jackal was the only one brave enough to open his mouth, and fuck all if it didn’t make me wish I’d thought to gag his dumb ass.Later,I told myself, settling in to do what I’d climbed up here to do.

If Dingo wanted me to get fucked, then I would.

And I’d use his body to do it.

Consent was a choice, and turnabout was fair play.

“Can’t you tell?” I taunted, licking my lips as I stared down at the body before me, mapping out each divot and curve with my eyes. “I’m going to take what I want.”

Jackal was conveniently unable to add two and two together, so I made it a little simpler for him. Still smiling like the cat who’d caught the canary, I bent over at the waist, slipped a hand beneath my skirt on one side, and tugged my panties down mythighs until they slid the rest of the way to the floor on their own.

Jackal and Coyote’s eyes followed their progression with a single-minded concentration. Hell, if they were actual dogs, their tongues would have been hanging out of the sides of their mouths, salivating.

I knelt and picked those panties up, twirling them around my finger for good measure, watching them watch me. “I’m going to make him serve me.” I strode over to Jackal, who lay upside down on the floor, and stood over him, letting him peek up my skirt into the darkness that hid my cunt from his view. “And after I’ve taken what I want, taken away your choices, I’m going to kill you.”

I didn’t give him a chance to argue. The panties I’d just peeled off my body went right into his open mouth, gagging him quite effectively. Dingo didn’t speak either as I returned to him, crawled up onto the table, and traced my fingers down his torso again as I straddled him and smiled.

“I hope you’re good with your tongue, Dingo.”

I reversed my position and lowered myself onto his face, letting my skirt drop down and cover his head as I hovered an inch above him, waiting for him to feel like he had a choice. Just when I felt his hot breath fan over my sensitive skin, I lowered myself that last inch, putting myself right on his lips, hands splayed out over his abs, eyes on Coyote, who still hadn’t looked up from the floor.

And then, that tongue that’d been so eager to wag earlier darted out and tasted me, and fuck all if I didn’t nearly come apart right then and there.

It had been so long since I’d let a man please me.

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