Page 47 of Cruel Games

“You’re just angry that you want it.” I hedged my bets, hoping I hadn’t gone too far.

“And what makes you think I want to fuck thatthingbetween your legs?”

Okay, so that one might’ve been a little bit of a low blow. It left me a tad on the defensive, and I bared my teeth again, acting very much like the kicked dog she’d turned me into.

“Because you want what we’re not willing to give you. And the last thing I wanna do is fuckyou.”

I knew the second I had her. It was in the way she leaned in,like her whole existence shifted to focus on me. The way she licked her lips as she eyed me, in obvious pain, lying on my side on the floor, and contemplated how to make me hurt more, even as she forced me to give her what she wanted—my body.

Too bad you can’t rape the willing.

Her hands shoved roughly at my chains, rolling me onto my back as she crawled up the length of my body, positioning herself above my still-bobbing erection. Fuck, I could feel the heat of her pussy on the tip of my cock, like some sort of eternal torture. So close, and yet so far out of reach. Entirely at her whim.

“I’m going to ride your cock until I come, but only one of us is going to enjoy this.”

Her eyes danced with promises that had me nearly ready to pass out from anticipation.

“And it won’t be you.”

She sank on me like a fucking demon, taking my whole, impressive length from tip to taint in a single movement that had me seeing stars. A soft moan of approval was the only sound she released, and then, like a fiery demon from hell, she began to move, and I was gone.

NINETEEN

IVY

Fuck,Jackal might be a piece of utter shit, but his cock was a work of art.

I sank down on it, determined to assert my dominance, take his breath away, but instead, I mewled like a fucking kitten, the fullness of him inside me stretching me out, making me ache in the best of ways.

Move. I needed to move.

And so I fucking did.

My hands planted on his chest, fingers gripping the chains wrapped around his torso, I rode him like a mechanical bull, bouncing on his dick like it was the last time a man would ever be inside me. Like I was the one who was about to die, and this was my last act of living.

I almost had to stand up, he was so long. Every time I rose up, his length teased the edges of my cunt, the head still buried inside me as I sank back down, rocking back and forth like a needy bitch.

Being eaten out was great, and sure, I got off, but the feel of something inside me was worlds above that. And good lord, the way his hips flexed into me as I rocked on him, even though he was tied up and barely able to move?—

It infuriated me, because I knew in that moment I’d been duped, but admitting it would be denying myself pleasure. And it would be embarrassing to show the others that he’d managed to manipulate me intothinkingI was taking what he was so unwilling to give. I was smarter than that, dammit.

And I played right into his hand.

But there was no stopping now.

And so I did the only thing I could to salvage my pride.

I stabbed him.

Right in the fucking meat of his arm.

I didn’t give him time to react to the pain, instead gripping his chin in my hand as I growled through another rise and fall, adjusting my knees so I could take more of himinside me. Deeper, faster, harder, words that all bounced around in the recesses of my mind as I stole pleasure from his body while giving him pain in return. His lips were pale as he gasped through the agony from the knife still buried in his flesh, and I twisted it just an inch, relishing the way he fought to keep from showing how badly it hurt him.

“You’re a sick fuck,” I told him plainly, sweat dripping from the tip of my nose to land on his chest.

“You’re no better, kitten.”

His words were accompanied by a sort of twisted satisfaction hidden just below the surface, and I hated the little pet name he’d decided to give me as if he was entitled to call me anything he wanted.

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