Page 40 of Cruel Games

Perhaps I should teach him.

“Oh, please. You can’t rape the willing.” As if to punctuate my point, I reached down, running my hand down one of Coyote’s muscled thighs. “Your mouths may say you’re unwilling, but your bodies tell another story.”

“You’re fucked in the head,” Jackal replied, incredulity tainting his words, even as Coyote’s head fell back and he bared his throat to me. “Coyote, don’t?—”

Coyote’s mouth didn’t utter a single word, but he emitted a growl so ferocious it had even me recoiling in fear. His eyes landed on Jackal, and they seemed to share an unspoken conversation that the rest of the room wasn’t privy to.

Jackal, surprisingly, shut up.

Thatwas an interesting development.

I ran my nose along the taut column of Coyote’s neck,relishing the power I held between the two of us. “You like this, don’t you?” I talked to him like I would a stray, my lips drawn back in a mocking sneer even as I drowned in the scent of his sweat, memories of his voice playing in my head on repeat. “You’re such a good dog. Not like your buddy over there.”

“Get your hands off him,” Dingo shouted, the sound muffled, considering his face was smashed against the concrete floor. “He’s not your toy.”

“Oh? And what about you, Dingo?” I pulled away from Coyote, watching with a sort of forlorn disappointment as his whole body relaxed. “Do you want in on the action? Do you yearn for someone to use you and abuse you, only to throw you away when they’re done?”

“Not as much as you yearn for a man to tell you he’s proud of you.”

Jackal had a mouth on him, and he was smart, butDingo . . .Dingo knew how to cutdeep.

“Get fucked.”

His grin widened. “You first.”

A crash behind me drew my attention, and what did I find but Coyote, now lying on his back, the chair smashed to bits beneath him. Thinking fast, I grabbed the knife again, straddling Jackal’s prone form as I put the sharp edge of the blade to his throat, keeping an eye on the now-loose beast I’d just been taunting.

“Let him go,” Coyote said, his voice like a quiet whisper on the wind.

“You try anything funny, and I’ll make sure to slit his throat before I go for yours.” As if to emphasize my point, I dug the blade into Jackal’s skin, drawing blood. “You know I will.”

Coyote growled, but he didn’t move a step further. Beneath me, Jackal groaned.

“Fuck’s sake, she’s heavy, man. What are you waiting for?”He stared daggers into me, baring his teeth again. “Get this bitch off me.”

“What Coyote isgoing to dois set Dingo’s table back up for me. And then he’s gonna wrap his hands around the legs of that table and wait for my next command.” I let my eyes fall to Jackal’s, and we both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. “What he’snotgoing to do is put you in danger to save his own skin.”

I knew the moment he realized I was right. It was like the fight just drained out of him. He sealed his lips and said nothing, but the one thing he couldn’t fight was the way his cock had twitched in his pants when I sat on him and put that blade to his throat.

Thatwas one secret I’d hold onto for now.

Coyote lurched forward and made for Dingo’s table, and I prepared to follow through should I need to—if any of these dogs got it in their head to send me to hell, I’d drag as many of them with me as humanly possible, starting with Jackal.

He’d never escape me. Not even in death would I forgive his transgressions.

It appeared at least one of the dogs was capable of following orders. In a matter of seconds, Coyote had Dingo upright, his table back on all four legs, and was kneeling at Dingo’s feet, his hands gripping the table legs so tightly his knuckles were growing pale.

“Good boy,” I muttered, quirking a brow at how quickly he’d listened to my commands. Now, I had to decide how to proceed.

About a foot from Coyote’s position were a couple pairs of handcuffs, with no key in sight. I pointed the knife at him, then at the cuffs, and smiled.

“Cuff yourself to the table legs.”

Interestingly enough, he chose to restrain himself facing the table instead of outward, with his back to it. It left him exposed, and it was definitely a move of submission.

Interesting.

Coyote didn’t strike me as a submissive man. Either he valued Jackal as more than a partner, or he believed himself beaten. And I doubted it was the latter. He might lose Jackal in the process, but overpowering me would be child’s play for a man his size.

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