Page 46 of Cruel Games

I knew what I was doing was callous. That it was harmful, both to her and to my own well-being. But I was unable to stop. I couldn’t veer back on course after jumping the tracks so spectacularly.

So I opened my mouth once more to insert my foot.

“You gonna stand there staring at me all day, or are you gonna kill me? The suspense is torture.”

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” she mused softly, her lashes dancing at the edges of her cheek. “I’m going to make your body betray you. I’m going to take the only thing you’re good for from you. And then,then,I’ll kill you.”

True to her word, those eyes cut back up to mine, and the way she looked right through me was enough to send a chill down my spine.

Checkmate. Bring it on, bitch.

Her nails raked down the side of my neck, scraping off a layer of skin as they went, the blood staining her pale, flawless hands like some sort of death omen. My groans met her sighs, and soon enough, she’d painted herself in the shade of my veins, a streak down her face, another across her exposed stomach, little smudges on her legs and arms like a fucked-up cross between a tiger and a leopard.

Fuck, it was hot to see someone wear my blood like war paint.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Where to even start?

“You think your buddies believe you’re not turned on by me? That you don’t secretly want what they had?” Her nose was aninch from mine, and I resisted the urge to snap it between my teeth, instead dragging my tongue along the bottom of my top row instead, teasing her with my self-control. “You think you’re convincing anyone with your bullshit claims?”

The blade trailed down my abs, and I sucked in a breath as she placed it atop my zipper, the tip making a metallictinkingas it traveled over tooth after tooth, stopping when it hovered just above my balls. I whimpered like a bitch when she pressed it in just the slightest, feeling my cock jump as her other hand moved to cover my length through my pants.

“Fuck,”I whispered, not even caring anymore if the guys were witness to my shame. “Get your hands off me, bitch.”

She took that as the invitation it was and down went my zipper as her hand yanked my length free for all the room to admire.

Shit, I was so hard.Her hand was so soft, it felt like someone had wrapped my cock in a bunch of flower petals, and I wanted more than anything in the world to see what it’d feel like to be jacked off by something this deceptively gentle.

As if reading my mind, she squeezed my length, and I groaned, not even bothering to hide the way I bucked into her touch.

“How embarrassing for you, Jackal. Such a defiant dog, melting like putty for the woman who promises to take his life.” She looked me over, admiring my cock, perhaps, as she contemplated the situation for a moment. “Does it make you angry that your body wants me, even if you don’t?”

Bold of her to assume I didn’t want her.

Fuck, if she kept her hand on my dick, or heavens above if she moved it, I might turn into the randy virgin teenager with his first taste of a woman’s body and paint her with my cum.

She’d look so pretty painted in my cum.

As if it had a mind of its own, my cock twitched again, a drop of precum beading at the tip. Her thumb slid over it, and I sworeunder my breath, refusing to look in the direction of the other two she’d trussed up and whipped for her pleasure. I didn’t want them to see what I hid in my eyes. Nobody could ever find out what lie within the deep, dark recesses of my soul.

Not even me.

“Fuck you, bitch,” I growled, hoping she believed this little performance I’d put on for her. Praying I’d read her right.

The sadist inside her was just begging to be turned loose. And my recently discovered masochist side sang to her like a moth to a flame.

“Do your worst.”

There was no preamble, no warning, just sweet relief as she shoved me sideways, and my head bounced off the concrete floor, making me see double for a moment.Fuck, she was rough.

“You like pain, do you, dog?”

Her boot landed in my side as she kicked me, once, then a second time in the ribs a little further north. I felt the pain reverberate through the bone, and though I winced, I also groaned at the edge it gave to the pleasure. My cock, no longer in her hand, protested at the disappearance of that soft warmth, and she looked down at it in a strange sort of pity.

“It’s a shame that such a fine specimen is attached to such a shit man.”

Ouch.

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