Page 84 of A Game So Reckless

“Of course you do. How very prepared of you. How very fucking business-like. A Titone, through and through.” He shoves me sideways off his lap and rises. “Where?”

“P-purse,” I stammer, momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of him standing before me with his cock jutting out from his body like that. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in the light without his hand in the way. The length of it is thick and lined with veins, the skin a nearly violent red. So swollen it looks painful.

Maybe this is going to hurt the both of us.

Darragh yanks open my clutch and swiftly finds the condom. He tears the package with an efficient ease that tells me he’s done this before. Probably many times.

No. I refuse to feel jealous right now. And I refuse to feel like an inexperienced idiot in front of him.

He told me I looked like heaven tonight.

“Spread your legs,” he rasps as he rolls the condom over his dick. I do so, humiliation and arousal combining until I’m right on the edge, until I’m already clenching around nothing.

Darragh lowers himself over me. His breath tears out of him. His hips surge forward.

He’s in me, oh God, he’s in me. White slashes across my vision. The pain is blinding.

“Breathe, pet,” Darragh pants raggedly against my ear. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

I suck in air, clawing at his shoulders, his neck, his arms. There’s no embarrassment about touching him now. If I don’t grab him, squeeze him, dig my nails into him, I don’t know how I will survive this.

But I will survive it. I will.

And no matter how much it hurts, I won’t admit it to him. I’m the one who asked for this. Who challenged him to the chess match. Who lifted my chin and stripped off my dress and came to him when he ordered me to.

Darragh draws out of me, then slams back in. Powerful. Punishing.

Painful.

“You can tell me that it hurts,” Darragh hisses between clenched teeth as he picks up speed. “Or are you too proud?”

I don’t answer him, pursing my lips together and shaking my head so hard it makes the pins dig into my scalp. I can’t admit it. Can’t admit what he does to me.

Can’t admit any of it.

But there’s nowhere to hide. Not from him. Not now.

“You can try to lie to me.” He stares down at the place he’s thrusting in and out of me. “But your body can’t.” His gaze hits mine with the force of a collapsing star. “You’re bleeding for me.”

He draws out, extra slow, giving me just enough time to see my blood streaked along the condom.

It should be a horrifying sight. But I feel a strangely drunken euphoria instead.

“Oh,” I moan. “Thank God.”

Darragh hesitates before thrusting back in. “What?”

“Sorry,” I say on an exhale. “I just mean… I’m definitely not a virgin anymore.”

His eyes narrow dangerously. “So?”

“So? So, now I can’t get married.”

I wiggle slightly, because I’m starting to feel so strangely empty without him. But he doesn’t respond at all. His face, which has been drawn tight with need up until this moment, goes flat and unreadable. His eyes aim somewhere beyond me, focusing on an unknown point on the wall.

“So that’s what this was about.” He says it so quietly that I’m not sure if he’s talking to himself or to me. “You weren’t asking me to fuck you.” His eyes come back to my face, and I’m shocked by the empty ice of them. “You were asking me to ruin you.”

Without warning, Darragh slams back into me with a force that steals my breath. Maybe he doesn’t care if I pass out now, because he doesn’t let up even for a second. He doesn’t remind me to breathe this time, either, as he fucks into me ferociously.

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