Page 28 of Heartless Game

The more it hurt, the wetter I grew. I could feel it, on my pussy and between my thighs, and thanked fate that I was wearing jeans so he’d never know.

I’d barely had that moment of gratitude before he was lifting my hips and unbuttoning the top of my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. Cool air brushed against my panties.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shrieked.

“Taking your pants off. What does it seem like I’m doing?” he countered as he dragged my jeans down my ass and legs, letting them crumple between my ankles, making it impossible to kick him.

My pink panties followed, his fingers tracing bare skin and leaving aching shivers in their wake. If I wasn’t imagining things, his breathing was becoming heavier, rougher…

…especially when he shoved one of his hands between my pussy and the counter, and his thumb came in direct contact with my bare lips.

My wet, bare lips.

He froze. His hand, his body, his breath, everything.

And then:

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” he rasped, his breath tightening and quickening. “This turns you on, you little snoop? Me beating your ass makes you hot and wet? You like pain, don’t you?”

“No,” I gasped.

He delivered another slap, this time to the underside of my ass. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I can feel how much you like it. I don’t care that your name means ‘good.’ There’s nothinggoodabout you, bad girl.” He delivered another slap, this time between my thighs. I screamed from the combined pain and pleasure. “And I’m going to make sure you feel it.”

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Isaac

Iwas fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

I thought I could keep my shit together with Tovah in my space, even with the smell of lemon and sugar goddamn everywhere. Sharp and sweet, just like her. I was only getting the sharpness from her right now. She was pissed I was taking over her life, and I didn’t blame her, but it didn’t matter. I needed to, to keep myself, my team, and my family safe. And my cock didn’t hate the idea of her having to bend to my every whim, either.

Even when she said that everyone would think I was pussy whipped, and I worried she was right. But could I be whipped by a pussy I’d never seen, touched, tasted?

She’d warned that people would think I was in love with her. I didn’t explain that there was no way—I could and would never be in love with anyone. It was easier to insult her.

I continued delivering big, heavy, hard spanks to her denim-clad ass, just so I could feel in control again. It wasn’t enough. I craved the feeling of her hot skin under my hand, and who was going to stop me? There was no one here but Tovah, me, and my currently quiet and watchful conscience, waiting to see what I’d do next.

Taking her jeans off was the biggest mistake I’d ever made in my life—and the greatest discovery. Not only because the feeling of her bare ass under my hand shattered any notion that I was in control of anything right now. But because when I’d given into my need to feel the pussy I was apparently going to be whipped by, I’d felt how wet she was.

Sloppy wet. It spread over her pussy, her lips, her inner thighs, bathing my hand inher.I bet if I licked my hand, I’d taste the same sharp sweetness I could smell everywhere.

I tried to keep a handle on my actions, taking deep breaths to rein myself in. But how the fuck was that possible when she was getting off on the pain I was delivering to her? How the hell was I supposed to be Isaac Jones, Good Guy, when I finally had the girl who’d been driving me fucking insane in my home, under lock and key—and in goddamned hand? I’d blown so far past the good guy version of myself, he was probably little more than ash, miles back.

And, more importantly, why would I rein myself in when I didn’t have to? She was here now. Mine now, for however long I wanted her. I could do whatever the fuck I goddamn wanted?—

—don’t do something you’ll regret, my conscience warned.

I told it to shut the fuck up. The monster was hungry, and I was finally going to unlock his cage and let him loose.

Starting with licking Tovah’s wetness off my fingers. If I was wrong, if it was nothing more than normal girl pussy juice, I’d regain control and she’d lose the power over me. But I knew better.

“You smell like lemon and sugar,” I grunted at her. “Let’s see if you taste the same.”

“Isaac—” she gasped, but I’d already stuck my wet fingers in my mouth and licked.

Fuck.

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