Page 81 of Twisted Play
Fuck no.
Stress relief, I reminded myself. Stress relief with a slut who’d betrayed the entire team, who was playing games with my best friend.
“And now, your punishment for toying with Tristan,” I said as I unbuckled my belt.
“Cole? No!” she said, jerking away from me with terror in her eyes. Did she think I was going to belt her? I eyed the belt in my hands then pulled it out and folded in half in my hands, imagining the possibilities, my already-hard cock straining against my pants.
“Back over the desk, pet,” I murmured softly. She shook her head, and I raised an eyebrow. “What was the deal?”
Eva whimpered but moved back into place, trembling in fear.
Caressing her ass gently with it, I contemplated what it would look like with a stripe. No, not yet. I already knew she had a pain kink, but tonight was about humiliation.
And getting Tristan on board, of course.
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EVA
I shuddered,waiting for the impact of Cole’s belt against my ass, craving the absolution that would come with submitting to his violence.
When the crack of leather didn’t arrive, I looked over my shoulder. Tristan and Cole stood behind me, shoulder to shoulder, two men so handsome they took my breath away, their eyes hooded, and their pupils blown with need, despite the furious set of their jaws.
“Are you on birth control?” Cole asked me.
“What? Use a fucking condom!” I snapped, but when I tried to stand, a strong hand shoved me back to the surface of the desk. One of them caught my hands and held them behind my back.
I kicked out, only to find a hard body pressed between my legs, rendering me immobile.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else since that night,” Cole murmured. “And Tristan hasn’t fucked anyone this semester because he’s had hearts in his eyes for you. We’re both negative.”
“Please don’t do this,” I begged him, my control finally slipping. “Please.”
A hand stroked up my side and then curled around my throat while another one caressed my ass. It delved between my legs, tracing up and down my slit. “Are you on birth control?” Cole asked again.
“Yes,” I choked out.
“Have you been tested recently?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone but you since—” A sob exploded out of my throat. “Since before my surgery.”
A finger stroked over my clit, and I whimpered. Then, a hot, thick cock pressed against me. Tristan released my arms and moved to my side, running his fingers through my hair as Cole slid deep inside me in one, confident stroke.
Tristan’s anguished face destroyed me. A sob tore out of my chest as he watched his best friend fucking his girl, the sounds of our flesh slapping together obscene in the silent locker room.
Every time Cole plunged into me, stretching me, filling me, I found it a little harder to pretend this didn’t feel good, like this wasn’t the best fuck of my life, like every single nerve ending wasn’t screaming for completion.
“Tris—”
“Not a word, slut,” Cole growled at me, never stopping the steady strokes that emptied every thought from my head outside of the bliss from his cock scraping my insides. He lifted my knee up to the desk, changing the angle, and I saw stars. Fuck.
“Please,” I whispered, not sure what I was begging for.
“Please what, slut? Please keep fucking you? Please let Tristan fuck you? Please don’t tell Coach you’re spying on the team for the bratva?”
Tristan cupped my face, rough fingers sliding across my skin as his best friend fucked me.
Cole played with my breasts, making it hard for me to get the words out, but I had to fucking let Tristan know. “You’re a good man, Tristan,” I said finally. “You deserve better than me.”
