Page 50 of Wicked Little Game
I shove her against the wall, my leg between her thighs as I make her clean up my thumb. Even through two layers of fabric, I feel how her panties are even more soaked than before. I yank them to the side before I shove my cum-covered fingers inside of her.
She clenches around me, moaning desperately while she tries to grind against my thigh.
“I want you to know that I own every goddamn part of you when you go back out there to talk to him. That mouth?Mine. That perfect cunt? Mine,” I growl, accentuating my words with thrusts of my fingers, my palm pressed against her pussy so that I rub over her clit with every move.
“And that pretty ass?” I whisper against her lips while I grab her ass. “Also mine.”
She whines, blabbering something incoherent as she presses her body against mine. She sucked me off like a good girl, and I may be angry, but I’m not a monster, so I’ll be nice in return and let her come.
I have to silence her with a messy kiss as she does so because there’s no way people outside won’t hear her moans.
I keep on holding her, rubbing over her clit to drag out her orgasm until her legs are shaking and she unsuccessfully tries to shove me away. Softly, I pat her cheek as she comes down from her high and the dumbfounded look on her face is too pretty to not admire it for another second.
“Wait here for a minute,” I tell her, placing soft kisses on her neck.
“And you should fix your hair.”
She nods, her eyes still heavy-lidded and a beautiful red hue on her cheeks.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear before I leave the storage room.
It’s shocking how quickly I got her to behave. The only problem is that I can’t have her choking on my cock whenever she acts up.
Maybe I could, but I definitely shouldn’t.
Thinking about it, I’ve already crossed so many lines since I met her. Crossing one, or a hundred more, surely won’t make a difference.
One of my phones beeps as I walk back out on the patio, locking eyes with Ruby’s date. He smiles at me, also looking at his phone, and I frown as I read Max’s message.
I already knew that the guy is the son of one of Mr.Barrons' business partners. Max’s message just confirms that those are bad people, dangerous people, no matter how much of a friendly slimeball he is towards Ruby.
My blood runs cold. This isn’t good, and that I can’t see his tank of a bodyguard anywhere doesn’t make this any better. I shouldn’t have left my gun in the car.
Thoughts of this being some kind of setup run through my mind. When I see Ruby leaving the storage room and strolling towards the guy, I’m already thinking about how I can get her away from here if shit goes down.
She looks fresh as a daisy, smiling as she goes back to him. She apologizes profusely, her hand on his arm again before she sits down. The sickening feeling is back as I try to remind myself that she’s not doing it to provoke me this time. Doesn’t make me want to break his fingers any less, though.
His bodyguard comes up to him, mumbling something towards him before he and Ruby hastily say their goodbyes. I’m keeping a safe distance. There’s no need to alarm his goon even more.
They hug and I don’t like it at all, but I try not to glare at him too obviously. I’ve sent Max pictures of him, his goon, and their cars, and that’s all I can do for now.
Surely, I could have had Ruby distract him to place trackers on their cars, but that would have meant telling her the truth about why I am actually here, and I can’t do that.
She saunters back to me after the two men left, and it’s only now that I see how shaky her legs still are.
“Come on, let’s get you back home,” I say as I maneuver her back towards the parking lot, but not without making sure that there’s no executioner's commando waiting to take us out.
“I’m still mad at you for lying to me.”
“Are you mad at me for making you come too?” I say as I put my hand on the back of her neck and squeeze softly.
She leans into my touch and it’s not good that I enjoy thisso much. As if my whole body is a tad more relaxed now that I have her to myself again.
“You owe me for this.”
“Mhm.” I sigh, opening the passenger door of the car to signal her to get in.
“You wanna see him again?” I ask as we’re back in the car. She laughs, looking out of the window.
