Page 72 of Wicked Little Game
For the first time today, or probably in my whole life, I’m thankful for this damn desk. Any other piece of furniturewould dance through the room with the force Sam slams into me. Either that or it would immediately break down.
“God, I should have fucked you sooner,” he groans behind me.
A triumphant grin spreads across my face as I try to force out words in between his thrusts.
“Told you so.”
“Naughty girl, I said no speaking.”
His palm comes down on my ass, so hard that it makes me wince in pleasure. Wincing still seems to be too close to talking for him, because the next thing I know, he shoves two fingers into my mouth.
I’m not proud about the fact that I start sucking on them like it’s a fucking reflex while his thrusts get harder.
“Such a good girl.” I don’t need to see his face to know there’s a smirk on his lips. “Only nice and obedient when your holes are filled, am I right?”
I cry out around his fingers and he rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars.
His free hand rests on the small of my back, softly stroking over my skin. It’s a stark contrast to the aggression he’s fucking me with, and it makes my head spin.
But before I could come, or psychoanalyze the way he’s fucking me further, he slips out of me once again. He grabs my waist, holding me as if I’m a weightless doll as he turns me around.
I wrap my legs around his body, seconds before he shoves me against the nearest wall, his hand at the back of my head to keep me from hitting it as we come to a halt right between the two big windows on the side of the room.
His hand leaves my head and wraps around his cock. He adjusts his position, pressing in with a low groan. Fucking slow, once again, and the new position allows the both of us towatch how his cock slides in and out of me with every thrust as his pace quickens.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, darling,” he groans, his pupils so blown that his eyes look almost black. “A perfect, mindless little slut for my cock. You were fucking made for me, Ruby.”
He pants the last words, leaning in before his lips clash against mine in a rough kiss that is too much tongue, too much teeth, but just perfect in a way.
The realization that he can hold me up with one hand, with goddamn ease, while relentlessly fucking me, is almost enough to send me over the edge again.
His thumb circles over my clit while he rams into me, and my body starts to tense up. I suspect he made it his mission to keep me from leaving this room on my own two feet.
He ends the kiss and lets his mouth trail to the side of my neck instead. His breath feels like fire against my skin, his voice low and gravelly as he speaks.
“Tell me you’re mine, Ruby. Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
His teeth pierce through the sensitive skin of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark for days.
If I’m lucky.
“Fuck—I’m, I’m yours,” I cry out as my climax washes over me. My pussy tightens around him and if I could form a proper sentence, I would tell him to slow down for a second, but instead, he fucks me ever harder through my orgasm.
Soon, his movements get sloppier, almost feral as he pounds into me, desperately chasing his own release.
He must have fucked the last bit of sanity out of me because the wordsI love youthreaten to spill out of my mouth as I come down from my high.
Thank God that he’s still fucking me with a brutality that has me unable to speak. His cock pulsates inside of me as hefills me up, distracting me from the fact that I was just a second short of confessing my love to my goddamn bodyguard.
The very bodyguard that I just wanted to provoke.
The one I just wanted to bring to snap.
And damn, did he snap.
He’s still holding me up, his head resting against mine as we both get back to our senses.
The room looks like a battlefield. Cigars roll over the floor, and the desk is a complete mess. As I let my gaze wander, I see ceramic shards lying to our left and I can’t help but laugh as I realize we ruined the vase that I despised since my father bought it.
