Page 14 of Vicious Games

Asher leans down, our faces inches apart. "Chicken shit," he whispers.

Anger floods through me as the urge to prove him wrong starts to overtake any sense of rationality. I hate losing, and I'll be damned if I lose to this asshole. My spine straightens as I bring our faces closer together. So close, that our mouths nearly touch.

"Fine. But you'll be sorry you ever messed with me."

He smirks, a snicker falling from his soft, pink lips. "Game on, sister."

I step around him, heading towards Pinkie. I reach down, picking her up as I move to the end of the bed. Asher sits at my computer desk, one leg folded on top of the other as he waits. I can see it on his face – he doesn't think I'll do it. If he thinks I'm about to let him win though, he has another thing coming.

Without breaking his stare, I unbutton my jeans, pushing the rough material down my legs. I'm left in only a thong, but that will work in my advantage.

Pushing myself back onto the bed, I shuffle back, stopping only when I have enough room to lift one of my legs up to perch it on the edge. Asher's expression starts to crack, his eyes slightly widening as he realizes I'm about to go through with it. He does his best to hold a neutral expression as I switch on Pinkie. My free hand reaches down so my fingers can grab the soft material of my thong. Slowly, I pull it aside, exposing myself.

I bite back a grin as I see Asher swallow, his eyes quickly shifting down to my pussy before shooting back up to my face. He knows he's lost this round, and he can kiss my ass if he thinks he's getting my beloved Chevy.

Tilting my head with a feigned innocence, I lock eyes with him as I lower Pinkie onto my clit. A little gasp escapes my mouth as she pulses and suctions. I change the settings, finding my preferred rhythm and speed, letting the little moans and gasps flow freely from my mouth.

A warmth spreads through my body, and I force my eyes to stay open. Asher and I stare each other off – the shock getting clearer and clearer on his face whilst for me, I feel my body start to tremble from his gaze. He's watching me, and despite how he is trying to hide it, I can see the burn in his eyes, and the bulge in his pants.

We're at some fucked up impasse, but it's too late to turn back now. We're riding this out together, two players entering the game.

I feel my arousal drip onto my bed sheets, my body a raging inferno from the grey eyes watching me. There is something so powerful about being in control, about winning. And about how intensely he's staring at me.

The storm in my abdomen heightens and without warning, an orgasm rips out of my body. My eyes scrunch up as a cry falls from my lips, my legs shaking through the pleasure.

It takes me a few seconds to recover. My fingers let go of the drenched fabric, covering my pussy like a curtain closing after a performance.

Slowly, I stand, aware that my legs are threatening to give out at any second. I put Pinkie on the bed, sending her silent praises as I step towards Asher.

I stalk towards him, like a predator hunting its prey. He stays still, enthralled as he watches me approach.

Stopping in front of him, I let out a shaky exhale through my easing panting breaths.

"Game fucking on, brother."

Chapter seven

"Rylee,areyouokay?You look like you haven't slept a wink."

I force a smile towards mom. "I'm fine. Just a rough night."

We're standing in the kitchen, hovering over the automatic coffee machine. I have no idea where Gareth or Asher are, and right now I'm thankful for their absence. I'm not sure I'd be able to look either of them in the face at the moment.

I barely slept at all last night. My dreams were plagued with images of Asher sitting naked at my computer desk, stroking himself as I laid sprawled out on the bed. Then the dreams would shift, getting more intimate until I finally dragged myself out of bed at dawn. I spent the morning out running, trying to distract myself from the mental images of last night. Sadly, I'm one of those people who rarely exercises in the morning because despite the fact it's meant to wake you and set you up for the day, all it does is make me feel like an exhausted pigeon.

My hands hold the warm cup, my third for the day so far, as I will myself to stay awake. I'd normally hide out in my bedroom, but I can no longer be in there without seeing Asher sitting on my computer chair.

"Why don't you come see the ranch this week?" Mom offers and I shake my head.

"It's not for me, Mom. I'm happy for you but this life isn't meant for me."

Mom pauses, putting down her own cup. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice full of concern.

"Nothing, Mom. I'm going to grab my laptop and study in the dining room. I have an assignment due in a few days."

I walk out before she can stop me, heading upstairs to collect what I need from my room. I'm not keen on this assignment, but after the meeting with the Dean, I'd best behave for now. Or at least, until I have a plan.

Setting up in the dining room, I sigh, taking a large gulp of coffee as I wait for the laptop to fire up. I shoot a glance at the time and notice it's 8:47am.

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