Page 57 of Play Dirty
Her pussy clenches like it’s punishing me for every lie I’ve ever told. Every glance I stole. Every minute that I wasted.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her body moving mine into one demented rhythm of lust and hate and shame.
“You take me so fucking well, Blondie,” I growl into her ear, thrusting again and again as my fingers continue to bruise her hips. “You might hate me, Blondie, but your pussy lacks conviction.”
Shiloh’s back arches against my chest, her body pulling against the restraints as she grinds, meeting me each time I drive into her. “Harder,” she breathes.
So I do.
I let my body punish her for simply existing. My body moves on instinct, anger bleeding into each brutal stroke. Her wrists continue to pull against the fabric, the bark scratching her chest as she continues to hold back her need to sing for me. Even right now, the Ice Queen tries to fight what her body has already submitted to. Every time I pull out, she slams her hips back and takes me deeper.
It’s sick.
It’s wrong.
However, the words spill from my lips. Craving more of her precious hate. “Your hate feels fucking delicious, Blondie.” I rasp out. “Could have fooled me.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Reyes.”
I chuckle at that, wrapping my hand around her neck— not tight. Just enough to control her breathing to tilt her head back, so I can bite into her shoulder. My lips curl against her skin as I thrust again and again. Her body is milking me like it knows this is the last time I’ll be inside her.
My release begins to build, my balls draw tight, and my blood runs like liquid fire. Her pussy clamps harder, her moans turning frantic. “I’m gonna—”she gasps, but she comes before she can finish her sentence.
I want to feel it again. So I hold her there, just long enough to chase mine away. “Do it again,” I demand, pulling back out, making the grave mistake of watching as I push back into her. Shit.
“Come on, Blondie, it’s gonna take more than that to convince me you don’t want this.” I push back in and pull out. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
She shakes her head. Her body is trembling from the orgasm building inside her. Once again, she shatters. Her hips shaking, legs trembling, her body clenching around me like it wants to swallow me whole. Only then do I let go, pulling out just as ropes of cum spurt from my tip. Regretting not filling her up the moment my come splashes onto the ground.
Post clarity nut is truly a bitch. I look up at the moon and instantly regret what just happened, not because I didn’t want it, but because I know I won’t stop wanting it. I don’t say a word as I release her, and like the asshole I am.
I give her a reason to hate me.
Before her words can plead with my heart, I disappear once again, leaving her in the dark.
Chapter Twenty - Three
Shiloh
My heart finally settles inside my chest. Shrieks fill the night air, while I remain standing in the dark, wishing I could say I feel shame or regret. However, all I feel right now is anger.
Fuck him. If he wants to treat me like a mistake, another shameful fuck, I hope I ruined him. My legs ache from the run, my wrists are raw from the fabric rubbing into my skin, and my pussy aches, missing the stretch of his cock. Despite the swirl of emotions, I stay put; if he wants to leave, so be it.
If he wants to continue to pretend that this doesn’t exist… I’ll do the same. Realizing that I need my phone, I walk over to the small patch of flowers that surrounds the tree and pick it up where I hid it. I would say I’m surprised to see the message notification, but I’m not.
I read the text.
Anonymous
Now I know your secret, it's time for you to find another.
My stomach drops. Confusion clouds my mind as I bring my brows together, scanning the woods. Suddenly, the darkness feels revealing. I wish I could type back and ask, but whoever is behind all this sends another message.
My phone buzzes in my hand as I begin to walk back to the club.
Anonymous
Follow the path to the red door, there’s a secret waiting for the light to shine on it.
