Page 48 of Wicked Little Game
“I thought so,” I say. “Well, then we should make surethat our fathers believe that this date is going well, don’t you think?”
I don’t give a single shit about my father, his father, or their business, but I want to see how much I can provoke Samuel until he snaps.
And Nikolai is a good man, as far as I can tell. If we had met under other circumstances a few years ago, maybe things would have been different. But with the way things are now, I really don’t want to switch fromliving in a golden cage because of my fathertoliving in a golden cage because of my father-in-law.
I just want a normal life, but it seems like this is too much to ask for.
We sit down at a table on the patio, enjoying the view of the golf course. I never really got the appeal of golfing, maybe because I’m impatient and get bored quickly. Or maybe I just connect going golfing with Brian and it would be fun with someone else.
Nikolai orders a drink for me and I prefer to order for myself, but he picks the right one, so I won’t complain. His bodyguard is nowhere to be seen, apparently better at being subtle than Samuel, who leans against a column, hands in his pockets. I sincerely hope that he didn’t bring his gun.
We drink and talk some more and maybe my strawberry daiquiri gets me acting a bit too bold because I take his hand.
“I like your tattoos,” I say, turning his hand around to see them better. There’s a sparrow, various smaller tattoos, and something in Russian, but before I can ask him what it says, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“I need to have a word with you,” Samuel hisses through gritted teeth. Nikolai nods politely as I excuse myself and just as we’re out of his field of vision, Samuel roughly shoves me into an empty storage room. I wonder if he deliberately looked for one before he snatched me away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He paces around the small room, refusing to look at me.
“Behaving? Enjoying my date?”
“Stop acting dumb, Ruby.” He steps closer, towering over me.
“Why? I clearly remember you telling me I should be nice to him.”
“That’s not what I meant when I said that.”
“Well, that’s not my problem.” I glare up at him, wondering how far I can take it. “He’s hot, and such a gentleman. He’sstrong. Did you see how he carried me? So polite, not throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you always do.”
“Ruby,” he says sternly, stepping even closer. He’s so close that I can smell his cologne, so close that I can see his muscles bulging under the black fabric of his shirt.
“I wonder how he fucks. Bet his hands would look pretty around my throat.”
“There’s only one hand that needs to look good around your throat, and that’s mine,” he growls, pushing me against the wall. Heat surges through my body, pooling right between my thighs.
“What happened to ‘we shouldn’t repeat that’?Am I no longer too young for you?” I force out.
“You remember how I told you I could snap your neck like a twig? Wanna find out?” he growls in my ear while his free hand wanders down my body. His grip on my neck tightens, and I don’t know if the lack of oxygen or the way his other hand vanishes beneath my skirt is making me so dizzy.
“Don’t tell me you’re wet for this asshole.”
Feverishly, I shake my head.
“There’s something you don’t seem to understand, Ruby.” He shoves my panties to the side, his fingers circling over my clit before he plunges two fingers deep insideof me.
“You’re not the one making the rules here. As long as I’m watching over you, you’re not going to talk to other men like that. You’re not going to talkaboutother men like that. Hell, you’re not going to eventhinkabout any other man like that.”
His tone is low and commanding, and I know he can feel me clenching around his fingers. He groans, curling his fingers as he continues to thrust them into me.
I don’t get much air and I should probably use it to keep a clear head instead of moaning desperately, but I’m too far gone to make rational decisions.
“Shut your pretty mouth or I’ll make you,” he says condescendingly and I feel my legs giving out under me. I grind against his hand, chasing my release until he suddenly pulls away.
“So desperate to come,” he says, shaking his head dismissively. “Pathetic.”
His eyes darken as he looks down at me, one hand still unfaltering on my neck while he lifts the other one up, smearing my own juices over my lips. My tongue darts out, dancing over his fingers, and he groans as I close my lips around them.
“Fuck, you got a mouth on you, darling.” His hand leaves my neck, and he takes a step back, his eyes roaming over my body.
