Page 65 of A Game So Reckless

He makes a rough sound in his throat, like a starving wolf about to snap its jaws. His eyes find mine and, like his hands, refuse to let me go.

“Because it fucking shreds me, Valentina,” he bites out. “That’s why.”

He sounds so angry about the admission. Furious, even. Furious that I should make him feel anything but in control. His words from last night come crashing back into my consciousness.

Fuck you, he said.Fuck you for being so fucking flawless.

He blames me for whatever the hell this is. This poisonous push and pull between us.

I inhale hard, then furiously wipe at my face, forgetting this his come is still wet on my hand. I smear it on my skin, his fluids mixing with the moisture on my cheeks.

Even my tears are corrupted by him.

“I have to get away from you.”

It’s a thought that emerges as a tight whisper. I know Darragh hears it when his eyes narrow to dangerous slits and his hand goes painfully tight in my hair.

“Tonight?” he asks, his voice unnervingly emotionless and flat. “Or for good?”

Both. Neither. I have no idea. I want him and want to escape him.

I don’t know which feeling is stronger.

“Well, guess what, pet?” he asks me. His hand begins to move the cloth again between my legs, a demanding rhythm that builds and builds until my clit is screaming and my whole body is on fire. “I should get away from you, too. Get as far from your siren song as humanly fucking possible. But I’m still here with you, aren’t I?” He punctuates the question with an especially hard and rough stroke between my legs, making painful friction lance alongside pleasure. I sob anew, a second, scarring orgasm cresting as Darragh mutters resignedly against my mouth, “I’m still. Fucking. Here.”

I come at the very moment that Darragh kisses me. It’s a raw, demanding crash of his lips against mine. His tongue seeks entrance, shoving inside as the very centre of my being begins to unwind. My scalp hurts, my pussy clenches and burns, my hands grapple against his shoulders for support.

Then they move behind him.

My arms are around his neck. My heart is pounding in a brutal double throb that sounds exactly like the syllables of his name.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Darragh.

His cock is hard again, a piercing stiffness against my belly. He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound.

But then there’s panic, because it feels like something is changing. In him, in me, in both of us.

If I stay here one more minute, he really will fuck me this time.

And I’m scared that I want to let him.

I tear away from the kiss with a gasp, and it’s like I’m coming up from drowning. Like I’ve been down in his depths for so long that it hurts to breathe normal air again. My mouth and clit both feel bruised after the onslaught as I wrench myself out of Darragh’s grasp.

Thankfully, he lets go of my hair. He watches me, fisting the damp and now bloody cloth as I gather my shit.

And run.

Chapter27

Valentina

Iwake the next morning to the sound of the TV in Mamma’s room coming through the walls. I groan and roll over, glancing blearily at the clock. It’s really early for Mamma to be up. Barely 7am.

The sun is already bright and beautiful, turning the bay into a deeper, diamond-spangled version of the sky. Trees rustle and sway, green above grey rock.

I roll out of bed, knowing I won’t be able to get back to sleep with the TV blaring. Besides, there has to be a reason Mamma has dragged herself out of bed this early. Better to find out what it is sooner rather than later.

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