Page 28 of The Games We Play

“I want it,” she cries out into the darkness. “I want all of you.”

“And you’ll have me,” I state, slipping out of her and bending her legs so I can use her thighs to pull her pussy into me. My balls tighten, and I know I’m on the cusp of filling her cunt. Her fingers graze above my shaft, and my head spins at the vision of her working her clit in time with me, pistoling into her. What I wouldn’t give for the lights to flash just once so I can give my imagination a rest.

“I’m so close, X. Yes. Right there,” she mewls, and a carnal smile stretches my lips because I did it. I showed her what she was capable of. There is nowhere she will go that I won’t find her. Be damned any man who thinks they’re a match for her.

What happened with Seth willneverhappen again because the harbinger of death will be at her back, calling her home, seated on his dick every night.

I don’t have time to analyze those kinds of thoughts. Not with her writhing under me. Later. I’ll organize my shit and the job later.

Puppet cries out once more, and I roar as my cum shoots from my cock, coating her insides and filling her until it’s sliding down the crack of her tight little ass.

The air around us is still, and our panting breaths fill the room.

I slide my dick free and step out from between her soaked thighs, and lay on my back beside her.

“What now?” she asks, and I scoff, both of us smeared with sweat and blood.

“Are you trying to have the what-are-we speech?” Humor laces my tone, and I wonder if I’ve hit a mark.

“No. We’re past that, don’t you think? I meant we should get out of here before we’re found.”

Good. At least she doesn’t have any doubts. Shebelongsto me. I push myself up from the table and fumble around until I find my clothes and mask. Her body shuffles behind me, and I slide my mask over my face, flicking the light to help her see to get dressed.

I spot her underwear and lift them to my chest. “I’m keeping these,” I tell her, and she smirks at me.

Her tattered shirt hangs off her body, and she is the image of the goddess of death, full of empowerment and mischief. My puppet has changed tonight, and our fun is just beginning.

Sixteen - Tess

The lights flick onas I pull on my leggings, and a blood-curdling scream echoes through the building, but I don’t take my focus off of X.

“I think they found your gift,” he says. “Time to go, Puppet.” He holds his hand out to me and slides my mask on before intertwining my fingers in his and leads me down a hidden tunnel away from the commotion.

I glance at my hand fitting perfectly in his. The small gesture sends electricity up my arm. We pick up our speed to a jog, and I laugh at the ridiculousness of us running through hidden tunnels, bound to each other by blood markings. I’ve never felt more alive, more seen…more accepted than I do at this moment.

X stops, and cracks open a door. He sticks his head out and checks before pulling me along behind him. We’re in the field where the cars are parked and have a clear view of the blue and red flashing strobe lights at the clown house in the distance.

“Baby girl,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice. “This is our secret.”

“Which part?” I tease. “The part where we’re fucking or the bodies I left back there?”

He chuckles. “Nobody can know about us.” His thumb runs under my mask and along my lips. I pull it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. “Hmm, so needy.”

He steps closer, and my body charges immediately. My nipples pebble, and pussy throbs, like contact with him alone lights me on fire. I just had this man, but you’d think I was a virgin who’d never been touched before.

“Tess!” a voice shouts and pulls us from the moment.

X kisses the back of my hand and disappears into the woods. I’m left standing and staring after him.

“Tess!” I turn to find Ryan sprinting in my direction.

Fuck.I forgot all about him.

His expression is full of terror, and he stops in front of me, the color draining from his face. “Is that you?” I arch my brows, and the mask adjusts on my face.

Oh,right.

I take it off, and he sucks in a breath. His arms wrap around me, and his shoulders quiver. “Thank fuck, when they said they found a body—I thought—”

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