Page 4 of Deadly Little Games
“Well, I’m a fast runner, so good luck with that,” I say, then I do exactly that and run.
I barely make it out of the bathroom before he’s breathing down my neck and grabbing me by the waist. I squirm under his grip, trying to pull free, but it’s useless. He’s too fucking strong. I give up, and his breath tickles my collarbone.
“Keep fighting me, baby. Keep rubbing that tight body on me. Gets my cock so hard,” he says, running his tongue along my nape, and my body reacts, wanting more.
No, you hate him, remember? He’s one of them. Remember?
“That’s the only way you get women, isn’t it?” I ask, finally finding my voice, but it comes out all hoarse. Damn it.
He flips me around, shoving against my chest until I’m falling. I hit his bed with a huff, then he’s towering over me. His hand grips my throat, and I’m done for. Heat pulls between my thighs, and he smirks, causing his sexy-as-fuck dimple to appear.
“Let’s see how much you don’t want this. Shall we?” hesays like he’s asking for my permission—but he’s not. He never would. He’s that kind of guy.
His fingers glide up my inner thigh, going higher and higher until he reaches my lacy underwear. He pushes my thong to the side and runs his finger along my slit. I close my eyes and he growls. I shouldn’t—damn it, I so shouldn’t. But it’s not as if he knows who I really am. He’d never guess it was me. The thrill of it all—what if we get caught? What if I bring the Prince In Training of Daringville to his knees? —is too much to refuse.
“Eyes open and on me. I wanna watch when you come apart,” he commands, and my eyes peel back open.
I want to tell him to fuck off, to get off me, but the words are stuck in my throat and my pussy wants this.Just take what you need from him, then leave. When two fingers push inside me, his thumb rubbing against my clit at a rapid pace, there’s no turning back.
My eyes stay on his as he makes me climb higher and higher. My legs shake and I’m about to come. I squeeze my eyes shut, ready for the release, but he pulls out and I glare up at him.
“What did I tell you?” He smirks, placing his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Just shut up and fuck me so I can go,” I snap, pushing up to my elbows, ready to leave. This was a mistake. I can’t do this. What was I thinking? “Actually, you know what? I’m leaving. This never happened,” I say, glancing toward the door.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He pauses, smirking. “Freya, from the hood.”
My whole body locks up. He knows. Who the hell told him? I’m fucked. Shit. I need to leave. Now.
I roll off the bed and run toward the door, buthe’s on me, grabbing my shoulder and shoving me until my back hits the wall. Pain slams into me and I groan. He looks down at me, the corner of his mouth lifting, causing his stupid dimple to appear. Why does he have to be so hot? It’s always the assholes that get the good looks.
“Nothing happens in our town without me knowing about it. How did you think you’d been getting past the railway tracks every time, hmm?” He laughs. “You didn’t think you were just that good, did you?”
I swallow hard, wanting to punch that smug look off his face. Of course, he fucking knows. How foolish of me to think Amirah could pull one over her brother. That I could get over the tracks withoutthemknowing about it. He’s the heir of Daringville with the other two guys he’s always with—they’re next in line to rule over the entire Brotherhood.
Before I can open my mouth, he yanks up my skirt, pulling down my thong until it sits at my feet. His jeans drop to the floor and his hard cock springs free. I lick my dry lips.
“There’s no way I’m having sex with you after that. I’m leaving,” I say, pushing off the wall, but he pins me back, his hand wrapping around my neck, and he brings his other one up to rest over my racing heart.
“You want this—the way you look at me with those hood-rat eyes. I see right through you,” he says, biting into his deep-red lips that I want.
“Pfft, if you really knew me, you’d know I’d rather fuck a hood rat over you any day of the week,” I say, pursing my dry lips together.
“Liar.”
He grabs my pussy, running his fingers over my soaking-wet lips.Damnit. We don’t want this.
“Your body never lies,” he says, and I hate to admit it, but the asshole is right—that traitorous bitch.
He leans forward, pulling a condom from his pocket. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he grabs it and rolls it down his cock in a one-handed move he’s clearly perfected. Then, in one swift thrust, he sheathes himself inside me, balls deep. I gasp, dropping my head back against the wall.Okay, maybe I do want this. Fuck.
He keeps his grip on my throat, leaving just enough room for me to breathe before thrusting in and out. My body comes alive, and I can’t stop the moan spilling from my lips.
He pins me with a heavy stare, watching as he builds me up and up. A deep animal-like groan falls from his lips, and my legs become weak, stars clouding my vision.
The door swings open and the light flicks on.
I take a second to adjust to the brightness and I scream, shoving against Gage’s chest until he pulls his cock from inside of me. Amirah’s face turns eerily white.