Page 19 of Sinful God

“Looking for this?” Gage’s chuckle sent a chill through me, right down to the bone. He withdrew his groping hand. A moment later the knife dangled over me, the blade glinting in the streetlight.

“Goddamn you,” I muttered. Goosebumps broke out on my skin.

Gage tossed the knife onto the floor. “You know it’s going to take a lot more than that to stop me.”

From behind he wrapped a hand around my throat, gripping hard above the collar I wore. His body pressed tight against mine. Digging his hard on into my ass, Gage bit the back of my neck. I gasped at the sudden unexpected sting. Inwardly cursing myself for making a noise he’d enjoy, I clamped my lips shut.

“You know what I want, Raina,” he murmured in my ear. “Give it to me. Unless you’d prefer that I just take it.”

I did know what he wanted. He’d told me right after saving me from my evil stepmother when she tried to run me down with a car. Gage wanted me to fight. He was a sick bastard who wanted a struggle while he held me down and fucked me.

The thought of him doing such a thing sent a wave of heat rushing to my groin. Dammit. I’d never been one to give in when presented with a fight. I’d always been happy to give it my all, doing whatever it took to win. Was I willing to fight this time?

I was painfully aware of the danger Gage’s mere presence signified. The smart thing to do would be to play it meek and mild. Just lie there and submit. There wasn’t a single cell in my body that would comply with such a tactic. I just couldn’t do it.

What could I say? I’d always enjoyed a good fight.

Knowing exactly what I was doing, I jammed my elbow back into Gage’s side. His surprised grunt encouraged me. My attempt to slam my head back into his face didn’t work. He was ready for a move like that.

Gage’s laugh seemed to fill the room. He caught me by my hair, trapping my head in place. “I knew you would fight. That’s right, Baby Girl. Make me work for it.”

Jesus Christ, he really was a fucking nutcase. The excitement that skittered through my veins suggested I may like it. I blamed my parents for raising me in a crime family. All I’d ever known were bad men who do bad things.

“You’re a goddamn psycho, Gage,” I snarled, bending his fingers back in an attempt to pry his hand free of my hair. “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want me to submit.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to submit. I want you to fight right until the moment you come all over my cock.” Gage pushed to his knees so he loomed over me. Even in the dim lighting, I could make out the crazed grin he wore.

Peering up at him, I sucked in a shuddery breath. “What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously.”

I didn’t really expect an answer. He surprised me by saying, “What isn’t? Maybe it’s because my dad forced me to do some fucked up shit at a really young age. Maybe it’s because I watched him beat my mom to death. Or maybe I just fucking like it.”

My mouth went dry. I knew we’d all grown up exposed to violence and crime, but I’d had no idea that Gage’s past contained such trauma. It kind of explained everything about him. It sure didn’t excuse or justify his behavior, although I saw him much more clearly now.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered because it felt like the right thing to say when someone tells you they saw their mom get murdered. “That’s screwed up.”

Gage didn’t want my sympathy. He slapped a hand over my mouth to silence me. “Everything about me is screwed up, Raina. You’re starting to figure that out though, aren’t you? Do you have any idea what you do to me? You make me want to hurt you, Cherry Pie. I want to hear you scream my name.”

My heart picked up the pace. Adrenaline spilled through me, driven by the darkness in his voice. How far was he willing to take this? Would Havoc and Knight really let him hurt me?

Considering Havoc had forced me to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch, yeah, he’d probably stand by and let this happen. He wasn’t going to choose his best friend over me. The enemy.

I tried to bring a knee up to go for Gage’s balls. He was only going to let me get away with that once. Gage snickered as he blocked my attempt. Using his body to pin me to the bed, he leaned down over me. Like a damn animal, Gage licked up the side of my neck to my cheek.

Slamming my forearm against his, I knocked his hand from my mouth. Then I punched him in the sternum. He grunted and hunched over. I quickly sat up, shoving against him as hard as I could. It took a lot more effort than I expected.

I managed to shove Gage off me. A second shove almost made him fall off the bed. As he tried not to fall, he made a grab for me. I scrambled toward the end of the bed in an effort to get away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gage’s hand was warm on my skin as he caught my ankle. “I’m starting to think you like to be chased. Is that what you want? For me to chase you like prey?”

Gage dragged me across the blanket toward him. I grabbed at the edge of the bed, trying to hold on. He’d wanted me to make him work for it. That’s what I was doing.

“What I want is for you to go fuck yourself.” I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. Figuring out what ticked Gage off the most was amusing as hell.

“Is that so?” His wicked chuckle reached straight to my groin. “Sorry to disappoint you, Doll. The only thing I plan to fuck right now is that pussy.”

Gage pulled me closer. Grabbing me by both arms, he forced me over onto my back. I resisted his efforts, struggling against him. His greater strength won out.

Slamming my arms down on either side of my head, Gage straddled me. I twisted and jerked, doing my best to throw him off. Having him on top of me was both exciting and terrifying. Part of me truly did want to escape. I didn’t trust him not to take things too far.

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