Page 31 of Game of Hell
“I’m talking to you. I’m trying to eat before I look for this fucking clue and you’re walking around like your head is cut off. Sit the fuck down and calm down.” I rub my hands over my temples and turn back to my food.
She’s silent behind me but then I hear her walking up to me. The sound of her hand hitting the back of my neck echoes in the room and a slight sting settles in my body.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Her voice is fire to my ears. My cock twitches in my pants, straining at the ghost of a threat in her words.
I turn around, dropping my sandwich on the table in front of me. A low chuckle leaves my throat and my hand seizes her neck in a tight grip. I strip away her breathing and force her head back.
“You want to hurt me, Little Devil, over some words?” I muse and bring her closer to me.
She scratches at my grip, tearing through the skin but it doesn’t hurt. “Let me go you sadistic prick.” She rasps out.
I trail my free hand down her side and in between her thighs. Her pussy is bare and warmth seeps from there to my hand. I push two fingers into her folds and her juices soak me.
“I’ll let you go when I feel like it.”
Her hips rise, her body betraying everything she's uttering and my fingers slip into her tight hole. She clenches, hard, her walls sucking me deeper. My knuckles hit her clit aggressively with each pump and I know she’ll be bruised and swollen.
I trail my free hand down her hard nipples and press my thumb into my name engraved into her side. Her head falls back and a hiss leaves her lips.
“Fuck, I–I.” She stumbles over her words and her hand moves to my arm that's buried between her legs. Her nails dig into my forearm, cutting small slits that leak crimson. A groan leaves my throat as she comes apart for me, shattering from my touch.
I grab her jaw and push her back against the desk. Her ass lifts onto the table and she spreads her legs wider, baring her pussy to me. My grip on her cheeks tightens and her mouth parts naturally from my hold. Gurgled moans leave her throat and her eyes are wide as they stare into mine. I devour her moans, taking whatever she’ll give me.
“That’s it, my pretty little devil, break for me.” I murmur.
I’m giving her what she needs, even if she never admits it. I’m showing her how it feels to be feasted upon properly; flesh, soul, and spirit. Not pitied but claimed because it's what she deserves.Someone foolishly shattered her trust and I’ll gather the shards. I’ll keep them in my hand, cutting deep into my flesh and she won’t ever get them back.
“Haven’t I told you it’s not nice to hit people?” I trace my forefinger across her lips slowly and press a soft kiss to her cheek.
Tears run down her cheeks as she nods, every cut across her bruised body reopening. I lean into her neck and sink my teeth into the soft flesh, biting and bruising the area until a low cry leaves her lips. I pull away enough to have my breath hover over the sting. A rough kiss and a languid, feral lick—not to soothe the area but to mark her as mine.To dominate.
I peck the area one more time before I go back to watching her reactions. Her legs begin to tremble—I curl my fingers, grazing her walls and hitting her g-spot perfectly. Her eyes pinch shut and her moans become deeper, louder.
“Look at me.” I whisper and angle her head back.
Her eyes snap open but continue to flutter with each stroke. The blue looks much darker than usual and a wicked smirk spreads across my lips. Her eyes have changed. I can see the sadness is long gone and in place is a barrier of rage, arousal, and a sick madness that matches mine. Or maybe I’m lost in delusion.
“Can you see your pitiful reflection in my eyes, baby, as I take from you? So fucking perfect.” I tighten my hold on her face, curling my fingers into her cheeks until her face is smushed in my palm.
A loud cry leaves her throat and her eyes meet mine. Her eyes are clouded—she’s lost in pleasure and her walls grip my fingers so tight it becomes hard to move them.
Her body convulses as her orgasm fills my hand. I keep fucking her with my fingers, dragging her orgasm out as long as it’ll go. I pull them out and pop them in her mouth. Sheimmediately begins thrashing beneath me, her hands scratching at anything they can reach and tearing open my skin. I know she hates the taste of herself and that’s why I use it as punishment.
“Just a small little taste.” I shove my fingers down her throat until she's a gagging, drooling mess. Her eyes gloss over again and huge tears flow from them. “This is what happens when you hit people.” I taunt.
I pull my fingers out and release my grip on her jaw. I situate my shirt on her, pulling it down over the mess I've caused.
“Fuck you,” she coughs and wipes her mouth aggressively, “I hate you.”
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself to fall asleep at night, sure, but I know you Ember. I know you better than I know myself and you love to feel that choking, blinding pain as I fuck your cunt. You crave to walk along the path of darkness and have your brains fucked out of you in ways that aren’t normal. ”
Her face creases in denial and she steps to the side. I reach out, pulling her to me before she can get too far. My grip is tight, restraining and she seizes in my hold. Her breasts are pushed into my chest and her head is craned back to look at me. Her throat bobs and her blue eyes peer at me with an insane amount of arousal.
“You don’t have to lie to me. I can make you blossom in the darkness, Little Devil.” I trace a line down her cheek and release her again, letting her decide the next move.
She shudders and looks up at me with those pretty blue eyes that make all rational thoughts go out the window .
“I didn’t know a part of me was this demented. I–I don’t know Ronan. This isn’t right, it’s not normal.” Her head shakes as if she’s been rehearsing and telling herself these things.
