Page 48 of Cruel Games

Fucking dogs were all the same. Entitled, pompous assholes.

But this one was whipped for me. Or, at least, his dick was. And I’d use that to my advantage.

“Well, if you’re going to call me kitten, should I come up with a new nickname for you? Somehow, ‘dog’ just doesn’t feel right when I’m using you like a sex machine.” I flipped my hair back as I slowed to a stop with him inside me, circling my hips like the minute hand on his life clock was circling round to zero. “How aboutprincess?”

His indignant snarl traveled through hisdickand sent a shockwave of pleasure through my core as I leaned back, resting my hands on his thighs behind me.

“I’m no princess, bitch,” he snapped, even as his eyes trailed over the curve of my breasts peeking out beneath the hem of my half-hoodie.

“You can call me your queen,” I sighed smugly, fucking myself on him again. Only now, he could seeeverything,thanks to my skirt being hiked up over my hips. His eyes devoured me as his dick disappeared into me, the hot, squelching noises like a symphony in my ears, the glide as smooth as satin on skin. “I’m open to negotiation.”

“You’re no queen,” he gritted out, even as I felt his balls tense beneath my ass.

“Masterhas a nice ring to it, I think?—”

“Fuck,”he swore, his hips rising as the words left my lips. “You think you can tame me? Better than you have tried.”

Oh, so now he was gonna use my own words against me.

“Why would I tame a beast like you? I quite like my dogs feral.”

I leaned all my weight onto one hand, bringing the other in front of me, placing two fingers on my clit. He watched me, and I watched him as I brought myself closer to the edge of release, needing the orgasm I could practically taste on the tip of my tongue.

“If I wasn’t tied up, you’d be screaming my name,” he spat, doing his best to buck up into me again with renewed fervor.

“If you weren’t tied up, one of us would be dead,” I breathed, hunching forward toward the knife still sticking from his arm. I yanked it free and brought it to his lips, making him kiss the blade while he watched that shining metal with a wariness I could appreciate. “I’m giving you a gift in your last seconds of life. Treasure it–you don’t deserve it.”

“You’d better make sure you drive that right through my heart, then, or I might come back and show you how areal manfucks when he’s not chained to the floor.”

I let the knife clatter to the floor as I came, my fingers stilling atop my clit, core spasming around the length of his cock like it wanted his seed. I rocked atop him once, twice more, and with an astonished swear, he came inside me, his cum filling me, dripping out around him, marking us both as the filthy animals we behaved like.

It was a chore not to fall sideways and gasp for air in the aftermath. Hell, I nearly blacked out, and that would’ve been a bad thing to do with three very capable killers at my disposal.

Jackal wasn’t even soft inside of me, and fuck all if thatwasn’t in and of itself a hotter thing than the way he’d fought his orgasm as I watched. He’d bitten his lip so tightly there was blood dripping from one corner.

Poor thing.

I wanted to lick it off his skin.

There was a lot of learning about myself going on tonight. Shame it took my mortal fucking enemies to open Pandora’s Box of Horror Kinks.

Forcing myself to crawl off his prone body was like torture. But his gasping breaths quieted as I sat back on my ass on the floor, gripped his hair in my fist, and yanked his head between my legs, growling at his hesitance.

“You’re going to take it all back. I don’t want a single drop of you left inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dingo muttered, reminding me I had an audience.

Jackal’s tongue lapped at me like a taunt, a whisper of a promise that skirted around my clit and had me shaking again before he even shoved it inside my dripping pussy. He ate his own cum right out of me without complaint, a smile on his lips when he came up for air. He kept at it until I was closing my eyes, leaning back on my arms as a third orgasm rocked me. My legs shook, and I arched my spine like a tautly-strung bow, confident that if he’d had access to his hands, he’d have lifted me off the floor and dove in deeper.

“Fuck,” I whined, trying desperately to remember how to move my limbs like a human again. “What a waste of talent.”

“You mean you’re gonna kill off the men who brought you some of the best orgasms of your life? Still?”

Dingo seemed to be under the impression that their performance might’ve earned them freedom. “Last time I checked, good sex didn’t outweigh the punishment you earned.” I shivered a bit as I tugged my skirt back down and hid my shame, pushingJackal out of reach with a boot on the top of his head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Coyote stirred from his position on his knees, those baleful eyes turned on me not as a plea, but with disappointment and resignation in their depths. I felt speared by that gaze, like he was trying to tell me something important that I couldn’t understand.

“You’re going to kill three of the most prolific killers in the Guild. Do you know how bad that’ll end up for you?” Jackal had rolled on his side, and I watched with feigned interest as he wriggled like a worm in my direction. “How many people would come after you? You’d be dead in a night.”

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