Page 11 of Game of Hell
Hell yes!
I open it up and loads of water cram the bottom shelf and sandwiches on the top. I grab two of each, one for me and one forRonan. Even though he’s an ass and an even bigger dick I’ll say he’s helped me in more ways than necessary.
He could’ve left me on the floor in a puddle of water and my own tears.
I look at the trail of water that leads over to the main door and realize it’s coming from the mini fridge. Of course it's leaking. I leave it be because what the fuck would I clean it up with and walk over to the bed I once thought was gross but is actually the best bed I have laid on.
I plop down on it and pull the blanket over my legs.
Ronan comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later. My sandwich is long gone and my water is almost empty. He walks over to the chair he loves to occupy, shirtless may I add. His muscles across his chest and stomach are taut—years worth of working out. Tattoos grace his skin, covering his arms in beautiful, detailed art and more piercings stick out of his tan nipples.
“Did those hurt?” I ask as I pass him his share of food. He takes it and pops open the bottle of water first. “Your nipple piercings?” I clarify.
“Once you get one the pain becomes addictive, so no.” I nod at his answer and lean back into the headboard.
“Does anything scare you?” I mumble and watch as he chews his food. His sharp jawline clenches together repeatedly.
“Not really, I don’t give a fuck about living or dying. Life isn’t something I crave, it's a pit we’re forced into. People feed off of us, using anything we can give them and the government fucking sucks.” He grumbles with a mouth full of food.
Ok.
I look down at my skimpy outfit. Would it really matter if I let him rip it off of me? Eventually I’d leave this place and him behind. I shake my head at my thoughts, this is why I’m nolonger in college. I don’t think about my decisions before I make them. Sex is what ruined my life.
Slut.
“You alright?” I don’t realize I've completely spaced out. Ronan leans over me, one of his arms beside my head and his face only inches away from mine.
“Uh…yeah.” I turn away from him and quickly wipe at a tear that’s threatening to fall.
“If you say so.” He mutters and picks up the note I read aloud earlier.
“I think I know the item. I saw it last night while you were asleep.” He laughs. “ You know, you look irresistibly sexy when you moan in your sleep.”
I turn to him, my neck screaming at how fast I turn. My cheeks turn a dark crimson as I look over his expression. He’s not bluffing.
“Don’t lie. I have never had a wet dream before.” I awkwardly laugh. He walks across the room and picks up a bright orange prescription bottle and places it on the table.
“I caused your very first one.” His gaze darkens and his eyes flicker to my overflowing breast. I cover them and roll my eyes.
“Ha, as if.” I fake laugh and shake my head.
He moves so fast I don’t have time to move away. He grabs my wrists in his hands and pins them above me. I struggle in his grasp, buckling and sliding but getting nowhere.
“You don’t have to lie, Little Devil. If you want me, just say the word. I’ll give you anything.” He’s so close I can feel his breath against my face.
“I don’t want anything from you, jackass.” I sneer and bring my leg up to hit his crotch.
His grip on my wrist tightens as he plops down on me. His ass is over my legs and his hardened cock pushes into my lowerstomach. He brings his other hand up to my throat, applying pressure at the space right below my ears.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Ronan
“I didn’t let her fall apart for me—I broke her until I haunted her mind.”
She continues to squirm underneath me. Her supple breasts push into my chest, her hardened nipples straining behind the corset.
