Page 50 of Cyber Revenge

Sometimes, she'd rest her bare foot on my thigh mid-match like it meant nothing. Other times, she’d reach over during kill cams and trace her fingers over the glove on my left hand like she was memorizing the stitching.

I let her.

Even when it made my chest feel too tight.

Tonight is different, though., She pauses the game after a brutal match and looks at me with that dangerous little smile, the one that says she’s about to ruin me.

“I’m bored of just dying. Want to make it interesting?”

I raise an eyebrow.

She grabs a notebook, rips out a page, and scribbles a few quick rules.

Strip COD

Each round = 1 piece of clothing

Highest kills = keeps their clothes

Lowest kills = loses one piece of clothing

She hands me the paper and grins.

“You in?”

I don’t answer. Just reach up and unzip my hoodie.

She loses the first round. She peels off her shirt without breaking eye contact, baring a soft black bralette that barely contains her curves. Second round, she loses again.

Off comes the bra.

My fingers twitch around the controller.

Round three - Tie.

We both lose a sock.

She laughs, cheeks pink, nipples hard, legs pressed tight together.

Round four - She wipes the floor with me.

“Off,” she says, pointing at my mask.

I pause, but she doesn’t back down.

“I want to see you,” she whispers.

Slowly, carefully, I reach up and pull the mask free.

She doesn’t gasp. Doesn’t flinch. Just leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth so gently it makes my throat close.

By round six, she’s in just her thong.

I’m shirtless, sweating, my jeans too tight, trying not to lose on purpose just so I can see her like this.

But then I do lose. And she climbs into my lap.

Controller still in hand. Still playing.

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