Page 40 of Hard Game

“Fuck, Detective!” I hiss out as white-hot pain rips through me, and warm liquid coats my fingers as I hold my thigh. “You’ll need to stop the blood flow, or I’ll die in your apartment.”

“You won’t die,” she snaps, throwing the gun onto the nightstand with a clatter. “Now get out.”

She’s so cold. I can’t help but love it.

“No,” I say, exhaling as I rise to my full height despite the throbbing in my thigh. “Shoot me again if you have to, but I’m not leaving.”

She gapes at me but crosses her arms over her chest. “What do you want?”

“Shooting?” I say with a grin, but she’s not playing.

Her eyes glitter dangerously, and she glances at the gun like she’s tempted.

Maybe she is a natural-born killer.

“I’m serious, Maddox; say what you’ve got to say, then get out. I thought I made myself pretty clear the other day.” Her voice is tinged with ice, but I notice her glance at my thigh repeatedly, showing concern. It’s not the first time I’ve been shot, and it probably won’t be the last, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I came here to tell you I have no intention of leaving you alone.” I grin as she blinks rapidly, her tongue wetting her soft, fuckable lips.

“Maddox…” There’s a chink in the armor when she speaks, and it’s all I need. I move closer, wincing when I put weight on my thigh. But fuck it, she’s worth it.

“Are you going to shoot me again?” I ask her, watching as she clenches her fists.

“Who do you think you are? This is my apartment, asshole. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean you can do what you like, do you hear me? If I say get out, you get out!”

I’d vowed not to, but she drives me crazy with her fighting talk. I slam my body into hers until we’re against the wall and press my mouth against hers, my tongue lapping at the seam of her lips until she opens them. Then her hand betrays her, fuck, her entire body betrays her. She hooks a leg around my waist as I devour her mouth, my thigh singing with pain as blood coats my jeans. I don’t care. She’s worth it. I kiss her like she’s my final meal, my tongue skating over her teeth, gums, and lips. Her tongue is my starter, and I nibble on it until she throws her head back, breaking the kiss. Her throat is exposed to me, and I take full advantage by locking my mouth onto it and sucking wildly.

She whimpers against me, her nails digging into my neck as I press myself against her core.

“You’re not just a woman; you’re a fucking gift. One I want to unwrap slowly.”

She moans again, and my fingers brush her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, my mouth nudging the strap over her shoulder. Her creamy skin tastes divine, and I bite it hard, not caring that she cries out.

“I want you to scream for me,” I whisper, but she stills, dragging my head level with hers.

“I’ll never scream for you or anyone else,” she says with a devilish smirk. “Trust me, you’re no different to any other man I’ve been with.”

I close my eyes as she pushes me to my knees, no longer giving my thigh any attention. I stretch it out and hold back a groan when it pulses, but there’s no way I’m not doing this, whatever this is.

She shoves her shorts to the ground, her breath coming out in quick gasps as she exposes herself to me.

I reach out and slide a finger down her slit, marveling at how it glistens for me. I plunge my finger into her, and she sucks in a breath, arching back as I begin to fuck her with it. Her pussy tightens around me, and I smirk, licking my lips.

It’s time for the main course.

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LAUREN

Maddox feasts on me like I’m edible, his mouth hungrily seeking more of me when it’s already at its peak. I can barely breathe when he flicks my clit with his tongue, his fingers pumping in and out of me simultaneously. My head rolls to the side, and my knees tremble, but he can’t take much more of my weight, not with his bullet wound. His fingers grip my hips as he moves backward, tapping my ass and pointing at his lips.

“Sit,” he rasps like a man demented, and I hover over him, wondering if he’s going to die while eating me out.

The forensics would have a field day with that one.

I lower myself to his mouth, and he drags me down impatiently, his tongue filling my hole as I writhe and buck my hips. He’s sucking my clit and moving my hips, driving me fucking insane as my core clenches, threatening to release. I rock my hips, feeling the bruises his fingers will leave behind when he groans into my pussy. I freeze, shocked by the vibration, but he slaps my ass, silently commanding me to move. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but every fiber of my being is on fire as he tongue-fucks me, and without thinking, I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs.

He moans his pain into my pussy, and I gasp, pressing down on his wound, needing more of that in me. My fingers are slick with blood, but I don’t care, and he moans in agony as I ride his face. My orgasm hits me, taking my breath and making me stiff as I moan his name repeatedly.

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