Page 42 of Cruel Games

He was clearly skilled, and I let my eyes drift closed as that tongue slid up inside me, testing the edges of my sanity, dragging my pleasure to the forefront of my mind as all else raced from it. He angled his chin, and suddenly I found myself rocking my clitagainst it, chasing the friction of his stubble with a neediness I didn’t know I possessed.

Who was this sexual deviant, tying up men and taking her pleasure before she killed them?

Was this the new me? Was this what they turned me into?

Or had I been this girl all along, just buried beneath layers of what I’d been taught to believe, to think, to do?

“Fuck,” I whispered, hating how much I liked the way Jackal watched, his eyes like saucers on that face, jealousy and eagerness dancing in their depths. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.” A slight moan slipped from my parted lips, and I leaned back, putting more weight on his face as his tongue traveled to my clit, swirling around the sensitive bud with alarming accuracy and skill. I could only imagine what kind of danger he’d be if he had his hands, too, and was almost tempted to find out.

“What a whore,” Jackal mocked, his eyes on my tits, which bounced as I leaned forward again, my nails raking up over Dingo’s abs. “Can’t get a man to fuck you willingly, so you have tomakethem fuck you.” He shook his head, which was hilarious, considering his position. “How pathetic.”

“Better a whore than a—than a dog.”

I almost saidbetter a whore than a killer,but I couldn’t. In fact, I was no better than them now. I’d killed, many times for convenience, and done so indiscriminately to get what I wanted—closer to the Neon Dogs.

So I opted to redirect for the only thing I could claim I wasn’t.

A dog.

Specifically, a Neon Dog.

No matter what I did, I’d never be one of them.

Yet with all that denial running through me, I still panted like one as I raised up off Dingo’s face, giving him a moment to breathe as I caught my own breath, heart racing, spine fucking tingling.

“You’re better at this than I thought you’d be,” I tossed overmy shoulder, resting my bare pussy on his chest as I leaned back and rested my weight on my arms, palms on either side of his shoulders.

“I’m out of practice,” Dingo growled, fighting his restraints just slightly.

Off to the side, Jackal rolled his eyes and snorted. He muttered something around his impromptu gag, but I couldn’t make it out, nor was I interested in what he had to say.

I sat back down on Dingo’s face and leaned forward, resting on my elbows as I watched Coyote. His eyes were still on the floor, but if I just reached out and ruffled his hair, then maybe?—

As if summoned by my thoughts, his eyes rose and followed the line of my body, stopping only when they locked on to my own. In that second, I felt so seen and vulnerable that it took everything in me not to fall apart from a mere look.

A look.

No words, no touch, just a look.

Fuck me, what was this man?

His lips parted, eyes hooded like he was half asleep, that sharp jaw ticking as he watched me get eaten out by his partner.

And then he stood up, still chained to the edge of the table, and leaned forward like he wanted to taste me, too.

“You,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, strained, unlike the times I’d heard it in my room, through the speaker or my headphones. Like he’d swallowed a pound of sand and needed his deadly thirst quenched.

“Me,” I whispered back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Dingo’s tongue slipped and curled around my clit again, then dove back in for seconds inside my pussy. I leaned forward just a bit, and he lifted his head and followed my movements, straining to stay attached to me like hewantedthis.

I reached forward, fisted my fingers in Coyote’s hair, and dragged him to me so I could put my mouth on somethingand avoid the embarrassment of moaning through the orgasm that claimed me.

They didn’t deserve to hear me fall apart.

With Dingo’s tongue in my cunt and Coyote’s in my mouth, my whole body shuddered. I fought to avoid swallowing my own tongue as I attacked the man before me with an intensity matching the waves of pleasure rocking me from below. Dingo didn’t let up as I came, his tongue lapping up my arousal, licking me clean as I moaned into Coyote’s mouth, my whole body dripping in sweat. It felt like I was being devoured, consumed from the inside out by a fire that burned hotter than the sun.

It was a heady, almost euphoric feeling. I’d never had my world rocked so wildly.

It was a damn shame I had to fucking kill them.

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