Page 5 of Game of Hell
Her brows furrow and the small pout that forms her lips has my cock twitching. I shiver internally at the fear that passes through her eyes. She may be a little too sweet, but that's ok. I’ll crush that twinge of fear in her—make her my own personal slut and when I’m done she’ll only see me. She’ll crave my touch, my body, my soul, and so much more from me. She’ll be mine.
“What are you doing?” She tries to even her tone but I can hear the faint breath she draws in once I’m right in front of her. Two more steps and I'd feel her body against mine.
I’m affecting her just as much as she affects me.
“What a pretty little devil you are.” I taunt and lightly push a ginger strand behind her ear.
She shivers at my tone, my touch. Her blue eyes search mine before they drop down to my lips. The need is there, I just have to push her a little farther.
I lean in closer and place a soft kiss against the corner of her lips. She melts and I drape an arm around her waist to keep her up.
“Why would a pretty girl like you be here?” I muse and trace my finger down to her jaw. I pinch the skin between my thumb and forefinger. Something flashes in her eyes before she tugs away from my touch.
“Don’t touch me.” She whispers and side steps me.
I stare at the wall surprised but nod. I place my mask back on and turn to watch as she examines the room. She’ll be a little harder to convince than I thought. My arm burns from where I touched her small waist. The leather was cold but her skin beneath it was on fire.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Ember
“He’s the only one she’ll ever break for.”
I shiver as I stare into his eyes. I can’t see anything but lust clouding his vision and the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes me in. He’s so close his breath tickles my face. I can smell his cologne and the natural scent of his skin—something earthy with a hint of musk. Like he was outside digging, sweating, with rich cologne on.
I frown and side step him. The feel of his skin on mine suffocates me, makes me become hot where I shouldn’t be. My thoughts are scattered as I walk over to the other side of the room.
What the hell are we supposed to be doing again?
Red lights are in the four or five lamps that hang on the walls and dark shadows linger in the corners making it hard to see. A single couch bed is in the middle of the floor along with a table. A small chair is placed in the corner of the room. Multiple desks line the walls with papers, old computers, and other random objects—their meaning unknown to me. Hooks hang from the ceiling as well as chains with cuffs attached.
Everything about this room screams weird.
The wooden floors appear to be wet even though they aren't and the single window beside the chair has steel poles blocking most of the view into the dark night.
I shiver uncomfortably and goosebumps form on my skin. There’s no way I’ll be going to sleep on that bed, it looks gross.
I look up at the large bold numbers above the opposite door we came in, it reads 71:35. I assume it started at 72 hours because I’ve been here for twenty-five minutes.
“If the timer runs out and we don’t solve the room, what happens?” I look at the guy I came in here with.
He’s laid out on the gross looking bed. His arms are behind his head and his legs are sprawled out in front of him. His shirt has risen up to the point I can see his V-line, tattoos cover the area but are too small for me to read. He screams danger, something I shouldn’t be looking for but I can’t help but look. Now that I think about it, I haven’t asked him what his name is.
“We die.” He responds blankly and I blink, confused.
“Huh?” I blush and try to keep eye contact with him to avoid his nether regions.
“You asked what happens if we don’t finish the room, we die.” He shrugs and his eyes trail over my body, stopping every time something pleases him. I place my arms over my chest and roll my eyes.
Wait, did he say we die?
“Wait, what?” I furrow my brows. “They didn’t state that in the rules. I looked over them more than once.”
He begins to laugh. The sound is music to my ears, a soft but rough tune that resonates perfectly against my cochlea.
