Page 13 of Game of Hell
She wraps her thin fingers around my belt and fondles with the clasp—trying so hard to undo it.
“Not yet, patience.” She drops her hand in disbelief but I quickly pull her in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft against mine. I push my tongue into her mouth, exploring all of her.
It’s not like I don’t want to fuck her. I just want to wait.
“You taste fucking delicious.” I mumble as I kiss down her stomach and to her pussy.
I continue to push my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy looks fucking beautiful from this angle. Her legs are wide open and her pink center stares back at me glistening with juices. Her bud is slightly swollen and red from my aggressive rubbing.
I lean forward and breathe her in.
“Your scent, fuck.” I growl and flick my tongue across her clit. She throws her head back and her eyes close in bliss.
“Look at me.” I sneer. “Look at the monster who's about to eat you alive.” I reach up and pull her head down to look at me, my grip around her throat is tight and bruising.
I want all of her attention on me, so she remembers exactly who I am and what I can give her. I know I’ll never forget this moment. I’ll remember the way she taints my skin, my blood, my soul so badly it aches to be in her presence. I want to consume her—for her to consume me.
I’ll savor it all.
“Ronan, please.” My name coming off her tongue is enough for me to dive in. I slurp at her juices, sucking them down and lapping at whatever I can take.
She’s playing the wrong game. My games never end well, either with heartbreak or obsession. Anything I become obsessed with doesn’t leave my sight. If I have to kidnap her I will.
“I’m going to–” She trembles beneath me and her eyes snap shut. I feel the rush of her juices on my tongue and the way her tight hole clenches around my fingers.
I keep pumping her, riding her orgasm out until she's a puddle in front of me. Her eyes flutter open and a dazed look crosses her features. No matter how desperately she wants to stay away, this moment solidifies just how badly she wants me.
I bring my hand up to my mouth and slurp them down my throat. I groan and my gaze darkens as I look her over. She’s a mess because of me. My beautiful fucking mess.
“You taste fucking–,” I barely get the words out as I feast on my fingers, “delicious, Little Devil.” I groan and pop them out of my mouth.
She looks up at me and her ginger hair is sprawled out underneath her. Fear and confusion pass through her and I smirk because I got exactly what I wanted.
I rub my fingers across her pussy and bring my other hand up to grip her jaw. My touch is bruising as I force her lips apart and shove my fingers into her mouth. She pushes against my chest and squirms in my grip, unknown words coming from her as she gags.
“Taste how good you are.” I swirl my fingers around, grazing her tongue and pushing them farther back into her throat.
Her eyes widen as I force them down her narrow throat and before I know it her hand comes up and smacks me. The slap isstronger than I anticipated and my head snaps to the side. The sound is loud and her gagging instantly stops.
I slowly turn back to her, my eyes ablaze.
“That’s not very nice.” I sneer and yank my fingers out. I let go of her face and she coughs brutally.
“Your disgusti–.” I wrap my hand around her throat, not letting her finish her sentence.
“It’s not nice to hit people, Little Devil.” Her hands come up to grab at mine, clawing and ripping at the skin.
Panic consumes her as her breathing becomes too hard to catch. This is the look I love—I crave. She looks fucking beautiful. Her eyes plead for something much more sinister than temptation. She craves to see what I’ll do next. She wants me to ruin her.
I push two fingers into her. She’s already soaking wet and the intrusion causes her walls to clamp down.
“Round two, Little Devil?” She shakes her head frantically and I loosen my grip. Her entire face is painted in red, the skin deeply dehydrated.
She sucks down air, filling up her lungs once more.
“You're a dick. This—this isn't right.” She chokes out.
“Just because it's not right doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” I curl my fingers and let her body drop back on to the bed.
