Page 38 of The Games We Play

The door closes behind me and fingers twist in my hair, jerking my head to the side. X kisses my neck, his breath hot and fervent, matching my rapid heartbeat and the adrenaline racing through me.

“How did that feel, Puppet?”

“I want more,” I admit, desperately needing him to tend to the fire burning inside of me. I press my back into X with a dead Jackson Henry still between my legs.

He stares down at me, both of us smeared with blood, and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. I hungrily grip at his shirt. My body craves his touch, his taste.

He sees me.

I’m no longer the lost girl he stumbled upon. I don’t rely on alcohol or drugs to sleep at night. I’ve opened the door to my inner demons, and he’s embraced every one of them. He’s nurtured them until they’re my protectors.

“Now you’re ready,” he murmurs and cups my cheek. I reach for his mask, eager to have his lips back on mine, and sucking on my clit.

The lights cut out in the house, and screams erupt from downstairs. X’s hot mouth is on mine and I grip him tightly, licking at the taste on his lips, and his tongue dances with mine. He lifts me off Jackson and I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress still bunched around my abdomen.

We stand in the midst of chaos, our bodies humming with the completion of our two souls. I grind on his erection through his pants and he bites harshly on my bottom lip. I flick my tongue across the sting and taste blood.

He holds me by my ass and slams me into the wall, knocking Jackson’s trophies to the floor. My legs tighten around him as he sets me on the desk. Dropping to his knees before me, he kisses the inside of each of my thighs. Adrenaline and lust pump through my veins and I nearly scoot off the edge to get his mouth to my center faster.

“Patience, Puppet. Everything is more fun, taken slow.”

I whimper, unlike the fake one earlier, and bite my bottom lip, tasting the blood from his bite. I’m well aware of my surroundings. A classmate stares lifelessly across the room from me as my stranger ravishes me. If I’m insane, then I never want to think clearly again. He feels and tastes too good. I never want this to end.

X kisses up each of my thighs until finally pulling my clit between his teeth. My legs tense over his shoulders and I lean by head back into themirror. If only it was angled differently and I could watch as he fucked me with his tongue.

He slips two fingers inside of me as his teeth pinch my sensitive bud. I grip the edge of the desk, riding the climbing wave before it crashes to shore.

“Who do you belong to, Pet?” he asks, his hot breath ghosting my cunt. He demands my answer as he bites down to a painful level.

“You,” I cry out as my orgasm racks through me, but X doesn’t stop his assault. Not until my pussy is done choking his fingers. My legs shake and I’m panting through the aftershocks when he stands, helping me to my unsteady feet.

“We should get out of here,” he whispers. “The…idiot on the bed…” he says through labored breaths.

Logically,yes.But…

“I want you—I need you,” I say with pain in my voice, not at all ready to be done with what we started.

“And you’ll have me, Puppet.” He takes my hand and places it on his chest. My fingers trace the raised skin of my mark through his T-shirt. “You own me.”

I own him?

It dawns on me that this—our situation is more than an infatuation with me. He feels this same deep connection as I do. He met me in the darkness and now he’s showing me how glorious it can be.

X hands me my discarded mask and grabs my hand. He locks Jackson’s bedroom door before closing it behind us. It’ll be hours before anyone even cares enough to look for their missing god. We make it to the bottom of the stairs and the lights flash on, followed by three guys cheer coming from the basement. The party continues without missing a beat.They’re oblivious to the snakes slithering through the surrounding grass, eager to strike.

To kill.

My eyes lock on the cheap whore that filled X up earlier. No way can I let that stand. I study the trashy vampire for a moment and my smile turns feral when I realize it is Tori who had his attention.

“Just one more,” I coo, dragging my finger along the waistline of his pants. He sucks in a breath and follows my gaze. He chuckles before finding a vacant spot on the wall to lean back…and watch.

Twenty-One - Tess

I slink my waythrough the crowd, the blood lust making me see red. She’s dancing with a group of girls and I slide my hand along her black leather ass. She presses back into me, not even checking to see who is touching her. I could be a psychopath for all she knows. I squeeze my hand and she shudders before spinning to check me out. She gropes my breast and immediately leans down to kiss my neck. I spin us so X can see the show without any obstructions.

Apparently, it’s not just men who float this hoe’s boat.

Like he taught me, I back us into a corner, my hands exploring every part of her barely-clothed body, coaxing her along. When I meet the wall, I maneuver her around and pin her there, my thigh spreading her legs. I fist her hair and jerk her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat, and run my tongue along her pulsing artery.

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