Page 85 of A Game So Reckless

“You used me.” His words are scathing. He honestly sounds like he hates me.

So then why is each word hissed between searing kisses along my jaw, my throat, my cheek?

“Used my dick like your own personal get-out-of-marriage-free-card. Foolish fucking Titone.” He drags his mouth roughly across mine, pausing to suck greedily on my lower lip before he pulls back slightly. “You are a real piece of work, you know that? And the irony of it is, you’re probably exactly what I fucking deserve.”

I let him rail against me, with his damning words and driving cock and his searching mouth. I can’t respond. Can’t do anything but suffer the onslaught of him. His anger, his pain.

His pleasure.

It’s really hitting him now. The pleasure. I can see it in the slipping of his mask. That emotionless expression is cracking under the building pressure of his furious need.

I feel that pressure, too. My body responds, as if on a cellular level, to every move he makes. I can’t hold back a moan. Darragh’s face contorts with dark need. He’s fucking me so hard that the chair is thudding backwards with every thrust.

“But here’s what you didn’t properly plan for, pet,” he rasps. Sweat beads on his brow. My pussy clenches, and I swear I feel him throb in response.

I’m going to come.

“I haven’t ruined you for marriage.” Darragh gives a heavy, broken groan when I begin to clamp down on him, my pussy spasming with screaming ecstasy. “I’ve only ruined you,” he grinds out, punctuating his words with thrusts, “for every. Other. Man.”

My orgasm crests, and I convulse on him until I’m helpless,hopeless.Darragh drives right through my climax, not giving me a moment’s mercy to recover.

But if he has no mercy for me, I think he has even less for himself. Because that ruthless pounding means he can’t stop himself from coming violently. When it happens, it seizes his whole frame. Muscles, arteries, and tendons snap as he arches into me one final time.

His eyes aren’t empty now. They’re raw. Angry. Accusing. Aching.

Maybe even afraid.

He tears his gaze away with a gruffly raw moan.

Without his face to focus on, I let my eyes fall to his body. To the straining, shaking shape of it. To the flowers and vines and dice and chains inked into the taut forearms that hem me in. My attention snags on one set of tattoos on his right forearm that doesn’t seem like the others. All the other tattoos are recognizable shapes.

These ones are just black dots. Four of them on the outside of his forearm, one on the inside. They’re no larger than the tip of my pinky finger. They seem completely random among the rest of the ink.

His hips twitch as a tremor wracks his frame. I gasp, flinch, and my fingers fly to grip Darragh’s arms when my pussy spasms in response.

When I’m capable of opening my eyes again, I see my own hands on him.

And I see that the black dots aren’t random after all.

They’re arranged in the precise formation that my fingers are on Darragh’s arm right now.

I’m not with Darragh in this library, but on a roof. I’m choking, I’m dying. I’m digging my nails into him as hard as I can. I make him bleed, and his blood is red. But the scars I leave behind…

Are black.

They’re my nail marks. From that day.

He had them permanently inked into his skin.

Before I can even begin to examine what that might mean, or why it makes me feel like I should sob, Darragh pulls out of me. I cry out at the physical coldness of his absence. A new and terrible emptiness without him.

I never felt empty before him. How uniquely punishing, that I should feel it after.

When I know this will never happen again.

I struggle into a sitting position, my limbs so weak I’m not even sure I’ll be able to walk out of here at this rate. In the time it’s taken me to gather my wits and sit up, Darragh has already disposed of his condom and fixed his clothing. He stands before me fully dressed. Composed.

It makes me feel exposed and vulnerable to remain sitting here naked and bloodied like this. So I grit my teeth and get up, hobbling in my high heels over to my dress. I look around for my panties, taking way too long to remember that Darragh ripped them off and that they’re useless to me now.Forget it.I collect my dress from the floor and start to pull it up.