Page 18 of Game of Hell
“Swallow all of it.” He growls and snaps his eyes to mine.
I gulp him down greedily and even slurp him one last time before pulling away. I want every last drop. He watches me feverishly. His lips turn up into a cruel smirk and he drops my hair.
“Fuck, you look even prettier ruined for me.” I gulp as he runs his thumb across my lips, wiping away my saliva.
I stay on my knees, waiting for what else is to come but he doesn’t say anything—just watches me with an intensity I’m not used to.
“I wish I had my phone. I want to capture this moment forever.” I frown at him.
“I wouldn’t let you take pictures of me.” I begin to stand up but he pushes me back down with his foot. His boot digs into my bare stomach, painfully.
I grip the sides of my leather outfit in my palms. What I would do to smack the hell out of him.
“I never said you had a choice, did I?” I snarl at his sarcasm.
My face heats up and turns a dark crimson as he leans closer. His boot doesn’t lift and entirely crushes me below him.
“Not in my movie, Ember. When you agreed, everything became my choice.” He muses and his words are a promise for ruin. By the time I walk out of here he’ll be the only guy I remember for the rest of my life.
He smiles approvingly at my silence and pulls me up by my arm. He pulls his clothes back on and walks me over to the bathroom. I shuffle with my leather suit around my knees, trying to keep up with him.
“Let me clean you.” He whispers softly, his voice completely different from just seconds ago.
I nod and he pulls my jumpsuit the rest of the way off and sits it on the sink.
He turns the shower on and I step inside first. The hot water scorches the spots he left on my breast and face. He opens the curtain and reveals himself completely naked before me. His stomach is a beautiful array of solid muscles, decorated with a few tattoos. Two scorpions facing each other sit on either side of his v-line and a quote goes across his chest along with a cross. I can’t read the quote because it's obviously in Spanish. He steps inside and wraps his arms around my waist.
“You did good, Little Devil. I want more.” He whispers into my ear.
I feel his erection poking me in the back. His hand traces down my stomach and stops right at the top of my folds. His touch is featherlike as he circles the area. My stomach flutters and I push my ass into him.
“Please.” He places light kisses on my neck and across my shoulder, teasing me with temptation.
“Yes.” I moan.
He wastes no time parting me and pushing two fingers in. His are much bigger than mine and feels like too much already. He pumps in and out of me aggressively. I lean back into him for support and hold the wall. His other hand fondles my breast, pinching and twisting my nipples. I moan as he bites down on the skin between my neck and shoulder. His bite tears through and crimson leaks out onto his tongue. Seeing him swallow it down causes me to jolt with pleasure and he continues to lap at the area, soothing it.
“Fuck…fuck, your blood tastes fucking good.” His groan is a vibration against my skin and I moan with him.
I relish in the feeling of being wanted by him. Nobody has ever wanted or used me like this. I feel alive under his embrace, his warmth clings to my skin. With each bite, each thrust, each praise coming from his mouth I revel in the thought of beinghis.
He bends me over and positions himself behind me. He slowly slides his cock in my folds and up to my center, gathering my juices. He pulls my hair into his hand and wrenches my head back, making sure the water drowns each breath I try to take.
He buries himself in me—the intrusion of his girth and length causes my pussy to spasm around him. My legs shake and I can't figure out if this is right or wrong. His touch is rough all over and consumes anything I have ever known. He brings his free hand to my clit and circles it. The pleasure ricochets throughoutme and causes me to gulp down water in a desperate need for oxygen.
“You feel like fucking heaven. Everything about you is perfect.” I melt as his words and an orgasm tears through me.
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CHAPTER TEN
Ronan
“Every time her cheeks heat with a blush I see perfection in her ruin.”
Guilt eats me alive as I pummel into her. I’m sick for doing this to her, but she’s just as sick for letting me. She wants to play so we’ll play mygame of hell.
Her body is littered in bruises—in scars that she’ll never be able to get rid of. She’ll remember me, this moment for the rest of her sweet little life.
