Page 39 of The Games We Play

She moans and bucks her hips into me. I study this peculiar creature. So needy and willing to give herself to whoever will have her. It’s sad really and unfortunate that she thought could have X tonight.

“What is it with you rich brats thinking everything is yours for the taking?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer, really, she’s barely able to hold herself upright.

Too bad.

My knife cuts across her throat with grace and ease. The music and my palm muffle her screams while I keep her pinned until her eyes form an empty gaze. X’s cock presses into my ass and his hands skim across my abdomen.

“Was that show for me?” his deep voice growls.

“She touched what belonged to me.” I let Tori slump to the floor. Her hair covering the fatal wound and the actual blood mixes with the fake of her costume.

“Oh Puppet,” he purrs against the shell of my ear. “Do you feel that?” He thrusts his hips against me, his rock-hard erection proving just how turned on he is.

“Yes,” I whisper, leaning my head back on his chest, reaching back and running my fingers through his hair while grinding my ass against him.

“If I don’t get my cock in you in the next five minutes, I’m going to take you right here for everyone to see.”

Fire ignites in my lower abdomen. My pussy is already soaked from the high of the kill and the work from his perfect mouth.

“Five minutes?” I say sweetly.

He whirls me around, lifts me up and drapes me over his shoulder. I’m acutely aware of his hand tugging my dress down to keep me covered while people cheer as he struts through the party and outside. People stumble to their cars or lay passed out on lawn chairs around the house. All of them are none the wiser about the two classmates who will never leave the party.

X takes us around the side of the house that is covered in shadows from towering trees and slams my back into the brick wall. A whimper escapes my lips at the savagery, but I dig my nails through his shirt and revel in the hiss that escapes his lips. Deftly, without dropping me, he unbuttons his jeans and lines his cock up with my center.

It’s not sweet or slow. He lifts me and drops me down onto him and I scream out in pain laced with pleasure. We’re covered in blood, sweat, and booze, yet it’s oddly romantic. Flashes of my kills bounce around my mind while X’s touch burns across my skin. This god of a man said I owned him, and what a violent pair we will be.

This is for him. He’s taking what he needs, grunting into me like a savage man. I brace myself and hold on as he goes faster, like he’s desperate for this release.

“Fucking mine,” he growls. “You’re my refuge and this cunt is my salvation.”

“Yes,” I say, but it barely comes out coherently. He slams into me again and again, my pussy aching from the force. The brick at my back bites my skin and I cry out from the sting. X goes faster, as if my pain adds to his pleasure. My nails dig deeper into his skin with each thrust and he buries himself deep inside of my cunt as his cum shoots out of his throbbing cock.

It throbs against my inner walls and my pussy clenches in response, eager to have every drop of him fill it.

“What are you doing to me?” he mumbles, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I drop my head onto his shoulder and sigh, fully spent from the night’s activities. He drops me to my feet, gently, and pulls his pants back on before kneeling to adjust my dress.

X’s cum drips down my thighs and he slides two fingers across my entrance and sucks them under his mask.

“You make me mad, woman.” He stares down at me through his mask like he’s trying to see if I’m real.

If only he knew just how insane he makes me feel. I’m fucking him, killing with him—for him, and he’s making me the happiest I’ve ever been.

Do I really want to know the man behind the mask? Would it ruin what we have? Make these games something more than just passionate sex and murder?

He leads me to the car and massages my thigh during the car ride back to my house. I remove my mask and lay it in my lap. When I barely step into my door, I whirl around and jerk him into me. I climb his torso and wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my bare pussy on his muscled abdomen. I don’t give him time to put the blindfold on before I’m ripping his mask off and it falls to the floor. “Tell me what it felt like,” he says, nuzzling against my throat. “To take their lives and soak in their blood.”

“You know when it’s been winter for months, then that first day the sun breaks through the clouds and it’s warm enough to wear a tank top? How the sun soaks into your skin, making you feel again after being numbed by the cold?”

His smile curves against my skin and his body shakes with a chuckle.

“I feel alive, X. For the first time in years, I feel like I belong here—like I have a reason to breathe.”

“Live for me, Puppet.”

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