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Fuck!
I made so much noise coming down the steps—they'll know exactly where I am. I back up against the wall, the cold stone chilling my skin through the fabric as I try to hide.
What am I doing?!
"WhoisLawson?" Jagger's voice rings out in the darkness, and I can't tell where it's coming from. I whip my head around, my eyes straining in the darkness, but to no avail. He's a ghost.
"My ex," I lie, turning my head away when I speak like it will convince him I'm somewhere else. “Is he here?”
Who am I kidding?Jagger will know where I am.
"No. Let's play a game."
That bastard lied to me!Temporary sweet relief makes my shoulders slump as I inhale deeply. "In a pitch-black dungeon beneath the school? No thanks," I bite out.Why would Jagger want me down here alone with him? To get me away from Colton?
Jagger chuckles, and my stomach drops at his words. "You can be my prey, and I'll be the predator. Let me try to catch you."
"It's dark," I snap. "I can't see, how can I hide? Plus, it's only one room, hardly any hiding spaces."
Why am I explaining myself to him?!
"I'm going back upstairs," I grit out, feeling along the wall until I feel the curve of the stone archway I came in from.
"Oh, come on, one game. If I don't catch you, you can go," Jagger pleads, his voice rough and sexy.
"Sounds delightful, but I'll pass." I roll my eyes, and he sighs.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Molly."
I freeze.
There's no way he saw me roll my eyes! No fucking way.It's too dark in here! I make a run for the exit, but suddenly, my hands are pinned to the wall, his breath hot on my face.
No!
"You'll wish you chose to play, Molly."
7
JAGGER
I feel like Molly's destroying me from the inside out, clawing at my innards, desecrating my vital organs, and drinking my blood. I can't think straight, and her little act of defiance earlier meant she sucked Colton's dick and swallowed every drop. I'd like to reverse the situation, see how she copes watching me fuck another woman; even if she doesn't care, I want her to watch.
I love the basement; I'd forgotten how much fun we have here. It's dank and disgusting, but that adds to the fear element. The number of girls that have lost their sass down here is ridiculous, and the guys that have pissed themselves and cried for their mothers—too many to count.
It belongs to me. I drop the night goggles to the table, and they rattle against the metal.
There are even shackles on the walls, for fucks sake—what more could I ask for? I slam them around Molly's wrists and stop to inhale her scent—a floral fragrance and the smell of sour sex on her. My hands slip beneath her skirt, and she hisses, telling me to fuck myself, among other beautiful expletives. She's got such a dirty mouth.
"Let me go, you fucking psycho!"
"That's not nice," I tut, running my hand over the cum-stained skin of her ass.
My cum.
God, she drives me insane. Watching her choke on Colton's cock made me feel something I've never felt before—ever.
Jealousy.
