Page 39 of Tangled in His Game

We can’t stop. We don’t want to.

His fingers ball into my shirt, almost tearing it off me. We stumble toward his bed as his mouth leaves a scorching path down my neck.

Our clothes fly everywhere as he keeps kissing every inch of my heated skin. I end up lying naked on the bed, and as he climbs on top of me, I run my fingers up and down his bare chest. Victor’s eyes find mine, and I can barely believe this is really happening.

But then he lowers his head and licks a trail down my breasts and stomach. I let him push my legs wide open, and a thrill rushes through me as his tongue spreads my folds.

None of this should feel so good, and yet... It’s as if Victor knows exactly what I need. His tongue torments me as I claw at the sheets, and I don’t know if I can take it any longer.

I look down my body and meet Victor’s gaze. Then he starts flicking his tongue over my clit, and the moan that tears itself out of my throat is so loud that I clamp my hand over my mouth. The pleasure that pours itself over me as Victor brings me over the edge leaves me breathless.

Before I can recover, he kisses me and flips me over onto my stomach, then lifts my hips up. I hear him move, so I glance at him. He snatches a condom from his drawer and returns. I wiggle my ass in the air because I need him inside me so bad that I’m almost feral.

The fire burning between Victor and me is inexplicable, but I don’t even want to try to figure it out. I don’t want to put it out. I want to add oil to it until we both explode.

“Fuck,” Victor mutters as he kneads my ass.

Then his thick length rubs my entrance, and all I can do is groan and moan. He slowly pushes his tip inside me, and then he slams himself into my slickness. I gasp as I stretch around him. Damn, he’s so big, but it feels good.

He doesn’t give me much time to adjust as he starts pumping his hips. I can barely keep myself up on my elbows as he rams so deep and hard into me that my thoughts scatter.

I remember the fake photo of me from my presentation day. Me in a similar position now, with Victor’s cock buried inside me. I guess it was his fantasy.

Is it sick and twisted that I’m enjoying every second of this? Even after everything he’s done? I shouldn’t want to be in his presence, let alone allow him to fuck me like he’s doing now.

But instead of running away from him, I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m pushing my hips toward his because I want it. I want the pleasure. This feeling of something so wrong and yet so right at the same time. It’s intoxicating.

Victor’s hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs my head back as he furiously pounds into me. I cry out as my orgasm ripples through me, and I press my face against my arm. This room better be soundproof because if it’s not...

But I don’t have time to think about it. Victor grips my hips as he pushes inside me one more time with a loud groan. As my insides throb and pulsate with pleasure, I manage to pull away from him.

He rolls onto the bed next to me, a smile on his face, a content glint in his eyes.

I fucked Victor Overton.

I fucked my bully.

And I liked it.

Fuck!

It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, and then I hop to my unsteady feet, looking around for my clothes.

Victor just lies there, his chest rapidly rising and falling. I get dressed as quickly as possible and head to the window. It’s better if I leave as soon as possible, while I’m still under the influence of whatever happiness-inducing hormones are coursing through my veins. Because if I stay, I’ll probably be mad at myself and at Victor. And we may fuck again, which so can’t happen.

“Come again,” Victor says just as I move the drapes to see if anyone’s outside.

I glance at him over my shoulder, and he winks at me.

Comeagain?

Really?

Ugh!

I get out and rush away from there, even though my legs are wobbly and I’m way too sore to try to run. If anyone sees me, maybe it’ll be a good thing if they take a photo. Then everyone will know mighty Victor has fallen.

Except, it doesn’t feel that way. It’s Victor who’s won. Again. He got exactly what he wanted, and I... Well, I can’t lie. I got what I wanted too, but not really. I wanted him to disappoint me and prove that there was nothing good about him.

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