Page 53 of A Game So Reckless

I grind my teeth together, hating the smooth mask of her composure. Hating it, and wishing I had some of it for myself.

“Clean yourself up,” I say in a low voice. “I’ll be right back.”

I leave the bathroom, and as I walk down the hall to my bedroom, I hear the shower’s spray behind me.

My bedroom has its own bathroom attached. I hurl myself into it and smack my hand against the wall to turn on the lights. My fingertips are bloody. They leave a smear of red on the white light switch.

I barely stop myself from licking them. Like a fucking dog.

I stalk over to the counter and violently undo my jeans, wrenching out my cock. I’m tall enough that I can get my stiff dick up over the sink so when I start tugging myself, I’ll come right down the drain.

I jerk myself hard, wanting more pain than pleasure from the act. I’m not doing this to feel good. I’m doing this so that I’ll be able to fucking breathe around her again.

My breath grates harshly in and out of my lungs. Hot friction builds on me, in me. I shunt my hips forward, creating a near-bruising pressure against my balls, as I stroke myself in quick, aggressive motions.

All it takes is the memory of that angel-soft pussy against my hand and the scent of her hair to send me spewing into the sink. I swallow a groan, grinding my fist even harder up and down my shaft, not stopping even when I get so sensitive it hurts.

Finally, I let my hand slow. My chest heaves, and I stuff myself back into my pants with a muttered curse. Then, I wash my hands. Valentina’s blood mixes with my come as the water carries it down the drain.

I don’t exactly feel better, but I do feel some slight relief. Like a pressure valve has been released somewhere inside me. I feel emptier because of it. Colder. But maybe that’s the point.

After drying my hands, I go into my bedroom where I’ve got some clothes and supplies for spending my nights here. Outside, I hear waves crash, battering and unforgiving. I open a drawer in the wooden dresser – because I bought all the furniture that was in this place – and pull out a pair of my own black underwear. When she walks out of here tonight, she’ll be wearing something of mine.

When I emerge from my bedroom, I don’t hear the shower running anymore. I find the bathroom empty. The box of tampons is gone, and Valentina’s shorts are no longer on the floor.

The kitchen is empty too. As is the counter.

She left.

And she took the rest of my peach with her.

Chapter24

Valentina

Ithrow Darragh’s peach as hard as I can into the treeline as I jog from his property to ours. My legs barely feel like they can carry me. Darragh’s fingers between them has turned my muscles into something weak and pliable, like chocolate melting in the sun. My abdomen feels achy and heavy, but it’s not solely due to cramps.

It’s due to arousal.

Because of him.

Just how stupid am I? Just how pathetic? I didn’t even try to fight him.

I didn’t even want to.

Shame burns alongside the pleasurable throb of the memory. The memory of him backing me up against the wall with that haunted hunger in his eyes. Of him forcefully spinning me. Of him putting the tampon inside while his fingertips found my clit and made a total mess of me.

I came so fucking fast. Like my entire body has been primed for his touch from the first moment we met tonight.

Or the first moment we met at all.

It’s like I’ve been made of tinder my whole entire life and I never knew until now.

But Darragh knew. And now he keeps teasing me with the match.

One day he might burn me – and everything else – to the ground.

No. He’s not in control. A foolish part of my body might want him, but my brain doesn’t have to. He’s unpredictable. Unreliable. Angry and violent and domineering.

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