Page 6 of Game of Hell
“This is serious.” I pout like a fucking child. I have no idea how this guy's brain works but this damn sure isn’t funny.
He raises his hands in surrender but continues laughing. His pearly teeth make his cruel behavior forgettable and I giggle too.
His eyes snap open at the sound and he slowly smiles. The look doesn’t seem genuine or real, almost fake. A sadistic look crosses his features and I turn away from him. My laugh dying along with our conversation.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
The air in the room thickens uncomfortably and I busy myself by picking up a paper off one of the desks. I glance over it and realize it's a riddle for us.
“Hey, I think I found the first clue.” I hold the paper up and turn back to him.
His eyes are blank, no emotion passes through as I walk over to him. He nods and I hold the note out for him. He reaches out and grabs the paper, his fingers are cold as they skim over mine. I pull my hand back and watch as he reads it over aloud.
“Welcome to Hallows Inn—a house of horrors, truths, and pain. I hope your experience is well and you both come out unscathed. These rooms can be dangerous and each clue will only get harder.” He pauses and looks up at my expression before continuing his read.
“Open yourself up to your partner and work together if you want to come out alive. Your first clue will be on the table beside the bed. Your room has 6 different clues. You have three days to complete, goodluck.” My brain goes into overdrive at the amount of questions I have but I don’t say anything as I let it sink in.
Why does everyone keep mentioning death? This is just a game, right?
“You hear that, stop being a dick and actually help me.” I yank the note out of his hand and look down at it.
Before I can read it over once more I’m pulled forward. He grabs my wrist so fast I have no time to balance myself and collapse on top of him.
“What the–.” He switches our positions completely ignoring me.
Once I'm settled on the bed he pushes one leg in between mine and rests his elbow against the silk sheets below us. His face is unbelievably close to mine, his minty breath fans my warm cheeks. I’m so baffled I don’t move.
“If you say one more curse word I’ll shove my cock so deep down your throat you won’t be able to talk for the next three days.” I push against the mattress in an attempt to create space between us but he leans closer.
His nose brushes mine and my breath hitches. Every fiber in my body tells me this is wrong, so fucking wrong but it feels so good. When was the last time a guy gave me attention? When was the last time a guy touched me?
“Get the fuck off of me.” I mumble, barely able to breath underneath his heavy weight and demanding stare.
He grunts and his eyes close for a split second before opening again.
“You’re only digging your grave deeper.” He sneers and nips my neck. His teeth feel razor sharp against the delicate skin and I arch into him.
“If you don’t get off of me, I’ll–” The words get lodged in my throat as he goes lower. His tongue is hot against my breasts and the ache in my pussy intensifies. I tighten my legs around his and he slowly rubs his leg against my center.
“You’ll what, Little Devil?” He muses.
I whimper and push against his arms but it's like pushing a bolder. He doesn’t move only laps at my skin more aggressively. His teeth leave behind bites and marks that turn my body a deep red.
I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this. It feels foreign, nothing like what I’ve experienced before. His aggressive marks only turn me on more and I can imagine him breaking the skin—my blood dripping from his mouth.
I use all my strength to push my knee into his groin but he doesn’t move. His eyes flicker to mine, hungry and dilated. He groans in pain, maybe with pleasure, but he lets go of me and steps back. A depraved smile spreads across his features as he looks down at me. Lust clouds his eyes, but also destruction. Hewants to carve himself into my skin, dig deep and never let me go.
He wants to ruin me.
I scramble to collect myself, pulling my leathers back into place the best I can.
“Fuck.” He growls, the sound reverberates around the tiny room sounding more animal than human. “You’re a dangerous girl. You have no idea what I want to do to you, so many fucking options just in this room.”
I look around the room not being able to imagine anything related to sex within this scary ass space. I abruptly stand to create space between us. My breathing is labored as I lean against a desk for support. My legs wobble below me, giving away my true feelings.
“Just stay away from me. The faster we finish, the faster we can get away from each other.” I mumble.
I run my hands through my disoriented hair and try to flatten it back down. Knots break my fingers from perfecting it but it's better than before.
