Page 4 of Game of Hell
“Let's get in line before it gets too long.” I nod in agreement and follow her. I throw whatever's inside the cup onto the ground.
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CHAPTER THREE
Ronan
“His mind was consumed by her in ways he’d never forget.”
I stare at the ginger. Her pale skin glistens underneath the red lamps as she passes.
She’s the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Her pale blue eyes hold something I can’t quite ignore or decipher. Her perky tits overflow from her tight jumpsuit and her legs seem longer the more I look. I can imagine them wrapped around my torso as I ram into her. That tight juicy pussy would clench down wanting so much more.
She’s a snappy little thing that's for sure. Her hair’s the perfect color to match her attitude—a subtle but fierce copper. A copper I would let ruin my life.
I had bumped into her on purpose. I just wanted to see how she’d act. The light blush on her cheeks as she looked at me instantly made my cock swell. She liked what she saw and I fucking loved what I saw.
Once her eyes met mine, possession roared to life. I want to see her delicate body below mine, her blood dripping onto my cock as I slice thin marks into her skin. Marks that would be permanent and a reminder that she’s mine.
Mine.The word sends shivers up my spine.
She doesn’t realize it now but she’s caught the attention of a monster. A vile, obsessive human that doesn’t give a fuck about what he has to do to get what he wants.
The innocence in her eyes will fade and become like mine—crazed, obsessed, irresistibly maddening for a small touch from me.
I sigh at my thoughts. I can’t entertain them. It’s for the best. I don’t want to hurt her, I really don’t.
I look up the exact moment she walks past me towards the lengthy line. Her perfume smacks me across the face and settles deep in my bones. I’ll remember that smell for the rest of my life—a hint of pear and a strong scent of vanilla. I want to reach up and wrap my hand around her beautiful ginger strands that sway behind but stop myself.
Fuck, I’m seriously fucking weird.
I’ve only ever fucked and left the next day, never finding interest in any girl. They either talked too much, thought the world revolved around them, or were way too fucking serious.
I made a joke about my dead mom one time and the girl immediately said ‘my friend just called, she needs me’. Not one time did her phone ring nor did she leave money to pay for her side of the bill. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind paying for the meal but not if they give me a poor excuse to leave my presence.
I readjust myself, the rough jeans only make me harder. This girl already has me wrapped around her finger.
I step up to the big metal doors when it's my turn and two girls walk up to me.
“Please place your phone in here and take off your mask so you can be blindfolded.” I do as I’m told.
One wraps a blindfold around my eyes while the other grabs my arm to move me around the house. I walk silently behind her. The only sound is the thump of my boots as they hit the wooden floors.
“This is your room, please be mindful of your partner and play safely. Have a great night and Happy Halloween.” The girl's voice is soft as she lets me go.
She unties the blindfold and I’m greeted by a dark room with red flashing LED’s. She shuts the door behind her and a soft click indicates it’s locked. It’s eerie but nothing I haven’t seen before. This is my third or fourth time coming out here.
“No fucking way.” My neck almost snaps at how fast I turn to the girl in the corner. Dark shadows accentuate her skin making it hard for me to see.
I lift an eyebrow but say nothing as she steps closer to me.
The pretty ginger. How lucky am I.
Now that I think about it, the room is covered in the smell of her. The sweet scent of pear wafting throughout the entire space.
Her features are soft compared to mine, delicate, yet her tongue is sharp and filthy. I have something to fill it, long and thick. To stop those nasty words from coming out of her damned mouth. The only thing she’d be able to do is gag and sputter her saliva all over me.
“Yes fucking way.” I respond sarcastically. I step away from the door and she steps back. “Intimidated, Little Devil?”
