Page 37 of Sinner

His words reverberated in my mind, images and thoughts of the twisted fantasies I’d had filtering into my mind. Maybe I was the sick one.

“Take all of me, Desdemona.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. My jaw muscles stretched, the ache instantaneous.

My stomach fluttered all over again as I thought about all the filthy things I’d admitted while playing different games. Icringed from the thought, fighting for air as he jammed his cockhead against my throat.

He squeezed again, laughing softly as he did. He thought he was winning, beating me like some venomous snake. To hell with him. I sucked and licked, squeezing his balls with the same amount of pressure he was using on my neck.

Now completely lightheaded from his brutal hold, I closed my eyes, thinking about my options. I had control whether he knew it or not.

“You think you’re in the lead, don’t you, little lamb? Are you even wetter from the belief? Don’t you know what I’m capable of? Does that turn you on? Are your nipples rock hard from anticipation of how I’ll abuse them?”

Damn the man. I was experiencing a rush of electricity like I never had before, now enjoying sucking the man’s cock. God, I was into this and it wasn’t real. But with every whisper of wind, every growl he emitted and the firm hold he had on my neck forced me to question my sanity.

He threw back his head and roared as if some primal beast, taking over fucking my mouth with rapid thrusts. I was locked in his grip, incapable of doing anything but taking his savagery. I almost allowed tears to form in my eyes, but stopped them just in time.

Goddamn it, I wouldn’t allow the man to win under any circumstances.

His victorious stance became annoying and I stroked the base, doing my best to regain control. I could tell it was working, his actions slowing down. But when his body tensed, I had had no idea what to expect.

“I want to feel you swallow every drop, my sweet Desdemona. Take all of me. Lick me clean.” His body shook and seconds later, he erupted into the back of my throat.

His cum filled my mouth and I did my best not to gag on the sweetness.

He remained in the throes of release and I used that to my advantage, shoving both hands into his stomach. I drove him back by several feet, the bastard stumbling on a log that hadn’t been there before.

“You will not win.” I jerked to my feet. Instead of running like he wanted and expected, I searched the ground, willing a weapon to appear.

As if by the grace of God, a perfect sized stick appeared right at my feet. As luck of the hand would have, the end was sharp. I didn’t hesitate for a second, jerking it into my hand. With every ounce of strength I had in me, as he lumbered in my direction, I drove it into his chest.

I could feel victory and I was determined to see my opponent.

My savior.

My stalker.

Yet the moment I touched his mask, the game was finished, both the forest and the man disappearing.

Gasping, I stood right where I was for a few seconds before ripping off the headset. I blinked several times until I was finally able to bring the room into focus just as the lights became brighter.

A game.

A fucking fantastic yet horrible game. So realistic. So incredibly vibrant that my heart continued hammering in my chest.

But still just a game.

I licked my lips and instantly froze. The taste of his cum lingered. How was that possible?

Xander

Zachariah chuckled as soon as I walked into the hallway. “Well, only three made it through that test. We’re losing them like flies.”

“Three. A new record.”

He nodded, his eyes fucking sparkling like the guy was on speed. “Your girl made it through. Pretty impressive score for not being provided a clear set of rules. They’re coming out now if you want to see her in person.”

What I should do was shift the position of my cock. The zipper was biting into my skin. Even my balls remained tight. The virtual game had exceeded expectations.

So had the woman.

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