Page 85 of The Games We Play

Has anyone ever died of blue balls? Because I just might.

I sigh and let my head fall back to the bed, muttering about how this woman is driving me wild. Cold metal slides across my skin, and I glance down at Puppet, tracing the tip of her knife across thePon my chest.

She climbs back over my torso and spreads her pussy lips over my cock. The tip of her blade cuts into my chest, and I hiss, but it morphs into a moan as her pussy tightens and my dick fills her cunt.

By the third time, she slides up and down my dick, my balls tighten, and I fill her cunt as she finishes carving a freshPon my chest.

Black spots dance around my vision, and air rushes into my lungs as I breathe deeply. Never in my life did I think I would willingly let someone tie me up and have their way with me. I also never thought I’d find someone like my puppet.

Blood trails down my side and abdomen, and Puppet lays her head on the unscarred side of my chest.

“Your heart is racing,” her soft voice feathers across my chest.

“You have that effect on me.”

She stretches over her head and swipes her arm wide. My hands break free, and I pull them down over my head. Puppet cuts the ropes from my wrist and crawls down the bed, releasing each foot.

Her ass shimmies in the air, and the moment my last rope is loose, I lunge forward and grab her from behind.

“What are you doing?” she giggles and tries to turn around.

“Returning the favor, Puppet. My turn to freshen your mark, and I’m not done with this pussy yet.”

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Tess’s arms and legsdrape over my body as she snuggles into the crook of my shoulder. Roxy sleeps on the foot of the bed, her quiet snores blending with Tess’s. My gunshot wounds are healed. Doc tookthe stitches out two days ago, but they’re still tender when I lay in the same spot too long.

A knock sounds at my door, and I gently slip from underneath Tess and pull on a pair of shorts. She looks so peaceful, sprawled out in my bed, my T-shirt riding up over her ass as if it’s tempting me to come back and take her again before I start my morning. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I smirk and click the door closed behind me, walking barefoot to the kitchen where Doc waits with more tea.

“Coffee, Doc. I need coffee,” I say, waving off his offering and going to the onyx liquid maker on the counter. I prep the machine and wait for the pot to fill.

“Saunders called,” Doc announces, and my mood sobers. I straighten my back, and my smile fades to a scowl.

“And?”

Doc rakes an aged hand through his gray hair, and I know what he’s about to say isn’t good.

“They’re alive,” I state. “Both of them.”

He nods. “Darius took a private jet with life-threatening injuries. He’s currently holed up in Munich with guards on watch at all times. The place is locked down.”

“And November?”

“Nadia Wallace was last seen fleeing the auction, and she’s been underground ever since.”

Nadia.

“Shit,” I sigh, grabbing the coffee pot andpouring myself a cup.

“What’s wrong?” Tess asks as she and Roxy enter the room. She eyes me warily, like I’ll change my mind any second about us. I pass her the cup of coffee and grab myself another.

“There’s word on your father and aunt,” I tell her, and she waits patiently for me to go on. “He’s in a hospital in Munich, alive, and Nadia, formerly known as November, is smoke in the wind.”

She sips her drink, and I do the same. They’re both impossible situations.

“How did Scott do it?” Tess asks, catching me off guard.

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