Page 34 of Wicked Little Game
The look on her face in the split second I saw it before I threw her over my shoulder was priceless, and the way her skirt rides up every time she tries to wriggle free is just a bonus at this point. Of course, I pull it down immediately. I’m the only one who’s allowed to look at that ass.
I had really, really hoped that Ruby would be afraid, that I taught her a lesson on why she isn’t allowed to go out. She’s concerningly easy to abduct.
It takes her around five seconds tofind out who kidnapped her from the club, and she starts babbling almost immediately.
“Did you miss me so much that you had to come pick me up?”
She's slurring the words just slightly, impressive, because I watched her down at least 5 shots. And those were just the ones that I saw her drink.
“Because I missed you,” she giggles, and it feels like someone is squeezing all of my organs at once.
“No, I did not miss you.” She’s getting under my skin again.
She’s just drunk, that's all.
“You missed me, I can feel it,” she giggles again and I contemplate dropping her right here. I could just leave. Fuck this job, fuck this mission.
“Shut it, dipshit. I’m just here because your dad pays me to look after you.”
Silence behind me.
“I don’t give a single shit where you are, what you do, or with what kind of stupid people you spend your time with.”
I get ready for entitled-brat whining, but the opposite happens.
“Liar, you missed me,” Ruby says with a laugh while her hands wander over my back.
I swallow the insults that threaten to spill out of me. Yes, she ran off, and yes, she’s goddamn annoying, but she doesn’t deserve the stuff I want to throw at her right now. Even worse, I don’t know why she upsets me so much tonight. It’s definitely not because I was worried about her for a second.
After a few more minutes of walking, we finally reach the car and I throw her into the passenger seat. A bit roughly, I fasten her seatbelt before I slam her door shut.
I lean against the car and take a deep breath to brace myself for the torture that this ride home is going to be. She’s drunk,and I don’t know her for long enough to know if she’s the type of drunk that pukes all over themselves.
A few minutes into the drive, I learn that this isn’t the case. I don’t know if the other option is much better, though. Ruby continues to party in the passenger seat. She turns the radio up, no matter how many times I swat her hand away. Sings along to every song as if she was the one who wrote them. Also sings along to songs that don’t have lyrics at all.
I can endure that, I really can. This is not the first time someone tries to torture me like that. Max also likes to treat longer drives as a karaoke opportunity.
But Max keeps his hands to himself.
When her hand slides over my thigh, dangerously close to my dick, my limit is reached. I step on the brake, harder than necessary, as I pull the car over into a parking bay.
“Backseat, now,” I growl.
Ruby climbs into the backseat, her ass once again on full display, and I feel a vein in my neck pulsing. I get out of the car, breathing in deeply before I open the back door and sit down in the backseat next to her. She looks at me with big eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and God, how badly I want to fuck her right now.
Bad idea.
With one hand, I open my belt and yank it out of the loops while I grab her wrists with the other. She looks like she was made to have my belt wrapped around her wrists as I get out of the car, holding her bound hands.
The look of arousal on her face is replaced by one of complete frustration as I fasten the belt around the grab handle. I make sure that it is tight, not wanting to risk her freeing herself until we’re back at home.
“Really?” Ruby asks while she unsuccessfully tries to get out of her restraints.
“You don’t behave, you get tied up. Not that complicated.”
I slam the door shut and count down from ten while I let the chilly night air hit me. My cock is so hard that it fucking hurts and no amount of adjusting my pants is helping. Ruby is such a tease and the wish to put her in her place grows stronger with every second.
Maybe I could—I try my hardest to stop those thoughts. I’ve already broken too many of my rules for her, and the more I give in to her, the deeper she’ll drag me with her. You don’ttry meth once, and the same goes for Ruby. I can’t risk it. I already think about her way too much for my liking.
