Page 77 of Hate Game

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RUE

Icross off the weeks on the calendar Riley gifted me last Christmas. Three weeks of Malice-sitting down and two more weeks to go before the fight for the purse money starts. How will I get him out of that mess?

What I report back to Malice’s parents in my weekly emails is different from the physical proof.

Malice began training with one of the guys from Isaac’s crew a week after our dreamy time on the rooftop.

Mac doesn’t fight in cages set up in warehouses any longer. He opened a gym in Alexandria and made great money, from what I overheard Johnny and Colton say when I used to go over to Isaac’s. Now that I’m banned from setting foot in the Eastside, it kills me every time Malice is there.

But all is not lost. I have a spy among the fighters. Malice convinced Isaac to get Josh into the lineup. Josh gives me the scoop on what is happening. Plus, he keeps Malice out of trouble for me. In exchange, I split my wages with him.

His father must be in a bind if he needs these side jobs. Or Josh could ditch them and get a real job. Malice hasn’t applied to Mason’s auto parts store. It wouldn’t hurt to tell Josh of the opportunity. I’ll tell him at school after Thanksgiving break.

Malice stretches his arm over my shoulder and points at this Saturday. “Friendsgiving at Midnight’s, and we’re invited. Red is in. Shay and Winslow are a no-go. Winslow has a competition, and Shay is meeting his girl’s parents. Red volunteered to drive Leigh, Sorrow, Trace, and Seven. Me and you will take the GT-R.”

I reach for his hand and drop a kiss on the top of it. “I love it when you take charge. Will Seven and Red be okay on the drive?” Those two have bad blood between them.

“How much damage can they do in an hour? Anyway, Leigh and Sorrow will be with them. If those two don’t behave around the ladies, I’ll be having words with them. They sometimes forget who is bigger and meaner.”

I face Malice and caress and massage his muscular bicep. “Okay, big guy,” I purr, sliding my gaze low.

Malice gets the hint. He puts me over his shoulder. I squeal with delight. Malice laughs and hurries us to my bedroom. Close to the stairs, I demand he put me down.

He sets me on my feet. His brows furrow. “Are you not in the mood?”

Oh, I am. I shimmy down my sweatpants and lean over the arm of the couch. Malice groans. Large, warm hands palm my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Rue.”

There’s a ripping sound behind me. The tip of Malice’s cock nudges my opening. I’m wet. My thighs shake. I touch myself. He slides in me in one thrust. I back up against his groin. He is inside me to the hilt. I moan and move my hips back and forth. It feels so good having him inside me.

It's our third time making love today, and each time is different. Malice can talk dirty to me one moment, doing dirty things to my body with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.

Or he can be the gentlest caring guy the next, making sure I feel good from beginning to end. How he treats me makes it easy to be myself around him and let go of the bad things people have said about me and my family.

A large hand cups my neck, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look over my shoulder. Malice loves it when I look at him as I break apart from his deep, slow thrusts. He presses his fingertip to my mouth. My mouth wrapped around his fingers turns him on.

I open for him. He slides his fingers inside. I suck and swirl my tongue over their thickness. I bite down on the tips. He slides his dick out of me and slams it back in. He fills me full, stretching me every time he slides back in. He pulls out, and it leaves a void. Aching, I reach for him. He circles his fingers around my wrists, pulls back my arms, and arches his brow.

“I would never refuse you, Malice.”

His eyes darken. He smirks. God, I love his sexy smirk. My arms are pulled back. He goes harder, deeper. My pussy aches and weeps. I shatter. He follows.

He leans into me. I cradle his face to mine. He punishes my mouth with a desperate kiss followed by gentle nips on my fuller upper lip. Malice finds that part of me beautiful. No one has ever told me that they like my puffy upper lip.

I help him clean up our sex mess. Afterward, I sit on the couch, and he stretches out with his head on my lap. I play with his hair. He finds a movie on one of the streaming channels.

It is peaceful, quiet, and comfortable, but unease is heavy on my shoulders.

Making love isn’t right when I am working for his parents. We should talk about it, but like with the baby, I’m not ready. When will I be?

Malice finds a movie to watch. He pats the spot in front of him. I stretch out alongside him. He cradles my head in the crook of his arm. His other arm is across my hip.

Our interactions at his place are different from those at school. We avoid one another. He hangs out with his friends, Trace and Seven, while I sit with Leigh and Sorrow during lunch. Josh and I talk during our math class and P.E.

Winslow and Shay will pick me up for lunch. I also meet Isaac for lunch off campus, but he doesn’t come near Cambridge High. He parks in the parking lot of a closed and run-down mechanic shop, and I meet him there.

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