Page 62 of Sinister Games

Planting my feet on either side of her, I ordered, “Get up.”

Scrambling away on her hands and knees, she pulled herself up a few feet away from me.

Sighing, I said, “This display is starting to make me angry, Elizabeth. Bad things happen when I’m angry. I’m sure you at least remember that.”

Her head shook from side to side as she started to cry. “No! I don’t remember any of this. You’re lying. You have to be lying. We only just met.”

Storming the last few steps, I grabbed her by the shoulders. “It’s a game. A fucking game. One you love playing with me.”

“No! No!” she screeched as she lashed out. Thrashing my chest and arms with her tiny fists.

Fisting her hair, I wrenched her head back. She finally stilled. Staring back at me with wide, wild eyes.

Fuck, I loved this part.

The drama and terror mirrored in her eyes.

My mouth crashed down on hers. Forcing my tongue between her lips, I needed to taste her, to taste her fear. It was intoxicating.

Dammit! My head jerked back. Swiping the back of my hand across my mouth, I saw a crimson streak. She had bitten me on the lip. Hard.

Sucking the blood through my teeth, I smiled.

Game on.

I pushed her away, only to grab her back by the front of the pink cardigan she was wearing. Before tearing it off her body, I noticed the glint of the first bird pin I had bought her. The small shell buttons pinged as they scattered around our feet on the hardwood floor.

Screaming, Elizabeth twisted out of the sweater and tried to back away.

“Take off your jeans,” I ordered as I tossed her ruined sweater on the floor.

“Richard, please don’t,” she pleaded.

“You want this, Elizabeth. You want the beast. The pain I bring. Stop denying it.”

I could see the truth deep in the tear-filled pools of her evergreen eyes as she watched me unbuckle my belt. Nothing escaped my notice. The widening of her pupils as they opened to take in more. The quickening of her breath. The tip of her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her dry lips.

She wanted this just as badly as I did.

Pulling my belt through the loops of my pants, I snapped it. The cracking sound from the leather reverberated around the large room.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

I knew in that moment I had already won. “Take off your jeans. Now,” I growled.

Opening a few more buttons, I pulled my shirt over my head, needing to shed the false trappings of civility.

Elizabeth visibly trembled as she kicked off her boots and reached for the buttons of her jeans. As she leaned over, her lush breasts overfilled the cups of her blue lace bra. Eagerly, I waited to see if her panties would match, already knowing they would.

When you had enough money, you could pay to learn just about anything about someone; everything they bought, who they talked to, where they went. Everything right down to the color panties they wore.

Hints of blue peeked above the zipper of her jeans as the button released. Pressing her hands on her hips, she slid the jeans over her sleek thighs and down to the floor.

Deliberately keeping my voice harsh and combative, I commanded, “Now the panties.”

Hooking her thumbs in the waistline, she pulled the sparse thong down and stepped out of it. Without being told, she reached for her bra and unlatched it.

God, she was beautiful. Creamy, pale skin. The soft down of her pussy. Her gorgeous hair tumbling in a mass of curls over her shoulders. But mostly it was the twisted mix of vulnerable innocence with dark desire that emanated from her gaze.

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