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I gripped the back of his head and held him in place as I rocked my hips against his face, riding his tongue with abandon. He knew exactly how to please me, and Iwas quickly approaching the edge of ecstasy. “You’re way too good at this …” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.
He hummed in response, his fingers joining in on the action, pumping in perfect rhythm with his tongue. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel myself hurtling towards an intense climax.
I gripped his hair tighter and rode his face even harder, barely able to form coherent words as my pleasure built to a fever pitch.
I screamed as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched around his fingers and my juices flooded over him, coating his lips and chin. He continued to lap at me until the last shuddering waves of pleasure had passed, leaving me gasping for breath against the wall.
Finally, he released me and rose to his feet with a triumphant smirk on his face.
“You were right. We taste fucking amazing together,” he said, grinning wickedly.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I lightly slapped him on the chest. Without another word, we both grabbed some washcloths and cleaned ourselves up.
Chapter Ten
As the first light of dawn began to infiltrate the darkened room through the barred windows, a sudden click and a soft whirring sound roused us. After fooling around for what seemed like hours on end, neither Hael nor I had slept deeply; the risks ofJudiciumhad kept us only half-submerged in slumber, taking turns watching over the other. I sat up and reached for my knife while Hael was quick on his feet. Both of us had re-dressed before dozing off, just in case some sketchy shit happened—like an ornate silver food cart being positioned outside our door that had just swung open.
“Breakfast on wheels. How quaint,” I quipped.
I watched his back as he cautiously approached the door to inspect the corridor, my hand on my knife. I’d slice and dice a bitch before they made a mark on him. As he moved, I was reminded of the prior night and just how efficiently he could use those muscles. To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. My perfect boy had clearly been holding out on me. It was enough to make me feel as special as I was.
“We all got one,” Hael observed, wheeling our cart into the room.
“Did you see Aisha?”
“No, just Kun—Kristy.”
“You had it right.” I studied the cart. Could the Syndicate be accommodating? They certainly could, but providing us with one meal and a comfortable bed was more than enough. The bonus for me was the endless orgasms. Gourmet breakfast on wheels came across as a bit too obvious for something else going on. “There’s a card,” I pointed out as I met him halfway.
“Bone appétit,” Hael read aloud.
“Now that’s obviously not right.” I lifted the lid with the tip of my knife. Beneath it lay catalog-worthy eggs, bacon, and fruit, all looking too perfect, too arranged. Even the orange juice glistened suspiciously in the morning dimness.
Hael picked up the card and flipped it over, his brow raising as he read, “‘Ingredients: Organic eggs, fresh-squeezed orange juice from the island of Paradise, and … freshly flayed meat generously donated by the contestants of Judgment-96.” He turned the card back over to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.
“So, the meat is most likely human. Is that new?”
“Mm, I think the Serpine girl was forced to eat a few people, one being her best friend. But that was more full-blown torture than Judgment, because her family is absolutely Looney Tunes, and we know how that ended.” I poked the bacon with my knife, fascinated by how close to the real thing it was. I wondered whose job it was to skin the bodies and then fry them up.
“Donating is certainly one way of putting it.” I dropped the lid back onto the platter with a clatter. “Very charming, but I think I’ll skip the protein today.”
Hael set the card down with a sigh. “Looks like they’re upping the psychological game.”
“Hope no one goes right for the bacon, then.”
“You sure you don’t wanna taste?” he joked with a grin, unintentionally showing off how gorgeous he was, even half sleep-deprived. The cameras probably panned right in for it. I just knew there was some hussy hot between the legs. I would need to make a statement—in case me riding his face and him balls deep down my throat didn’t send a clear enough message we had started something epic. Perhaps he would let me collar him and add one of those cute tags, marking it with a K.
I needed to focus.
I wrinkled my nose. “I can get down with some dirty, dirty things. I draw the line at becoming a cannibal.” I bent to tuck my knife away and then shook out my limbs.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked softly.
“I feel fantastically fucked.” His cheeks colored and I grinned. “I think we’re free to check out, but first, I really need to pee. I prefer to do it in an actual toilet than pissing myself while trying not to die—one would be so much worse than the other.”
“You do that. I’ll watch over you,” he offered, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.
“From out here,” I shot back quickly, pointing towards the doorway of the bathroom with a mock stern expression.
