Page 58 of Convict's Game
Convict prowled back over to me, a piece of material in his hands. I watched him in the way a rabbit would track a wolf. My heart hammered. I’d turned into a prey animal, and my muscles had locked so hard a tremble started deep inside me. It mixed with lust until I couldn’t move.
My predator twisted the black cloth in his hands and closed in until he loomed over me. “Kiss me.”
That, I could do. I raised my lips to meet his. I needed his guidance. I couldn’t do this on my own.
He coaxed a hot kiss from me, and his arms moved around me until our bodies touched. My eyes closed, and I gave myself over to the rush of sensation and deepening need. This was chaste in comparison to everything else we’d done, but Convict carried menace like a weapon. It spilled over into everything he did, including in how he seduced me.
His knuckles came up to brush over the side of my cheek, then the material touched my face, covering my eyes. He tied it off at the back of my head, and I pulled back, raising a hand to touch what he’d done.
“You blindfolded me?”
“Don’t take it off. Think of it as a trust fall, only with orgasms.”
I sensed him stepping away. A click sounded like the lamp had come on.
Hyperawareness flooded my system at not knowing where he was. When he touched my shoulder, I jumped. His other hand landed on my hip, and a small push guided me to move. I obeyed, entering my bedroom, jumping again at the snick of the door closing at my back.
My bare feet touched the fluffy rug, and he murmured for me to stop. My breathing stuttered. I’d liked the scene he described, even if I’d locked up when presented with it. Somehow, he’d found a way to make this even hotter.
Convict spoke next to my ear. “You have no idea what you do to me. This first time is all for me. I’ll take what I want and you’ll love it. Nod that you understand.”
I jerked my head frantically.
His fingertips slipped into my waistband, and he yanked down the yoga pants I’d borrowed from the warehouse. Underneath, I was naked, and cool air slid over my thighs and between my legs. Convict made a sound of hunger and dragged them off my feet then came back up me to grasp my t-shirt. He twisted it in his fist and drew it up my body. For a moment, I thought he was going to leave it in place, but he eased it over my head and removed it, leaving me completely bare except for the bandanna around my eyes and the gold-and-diamond necklace at my throat.
A careful finger plucked the jewellery from my chest, and Convict chuffed a laugh. “If only I’d seen this earlier, Miss E Marchant.”
He released it.
My shudder took over me, and I resisted the urge to cover myself. I typically didn’t stare at my body naked in the mirror. Ididn’t like my dimpled thighs. The groan of need from the man at my back almost persuaded me I was wrong.
Strong fingertips skimmed my sides until he cupped my breasts, his thumbs pressing onto my nipples. Fire trailed in his touch, lighting up my whole body. Overwhelmed, I tipped my head back to his shoulder.
Convict squeezed my flesh and laid a kiss to my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Your body makes me weak. Get on your knees.”
I sank down, a hand out to feel for the rug and my senses trained on whatever he was doing. A rustling of clothes told me he was undressing. I didn’t have to wait long until his hands were back on me, his touch easing up my spine. Heat radiated off him. He held my shoulder and pulled me upright so he could play with my breasts, his body crowding mine from behind and his ultrahard dick against my ass.
His fingers trailed sparks over my skin. I was too alert to every touch.
“Fuck, you should see how you look. Your incredible body with me behind. Pristine girl and tattooed boy.” He landed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck.
Even without seeing that image, I could imagine us in the mirror with his big hands moulding my breasts then tugging on my nipples. His much bigger form behind mine. All black ink and hard muscles.
Pleasure spilled through me. In a rush, I hated the bandanna, yet I couldn’t ask him to take it off. I didn’t want to get hooked up on my imperfections. It was bad enough that multiple people had seen me running scared and nude through the basement. This way, I could pretend I was perfect.
Convict splayed a hand over my sternum and drove the other down, over my soft belly to the apex of my thighs. He touched mebetween the legs, and I gasped at the hit of sensation. I needed more.
“You’re fucking soaked, Mila. So here’s the problem. I wanted to play, but if I don’t fuck you right now, it’ll kill me.”
“Yes,” I spluttered.
He gave a dark laugh and nudged my legs wider with his knees. “Wasn’t asking permission. It was a warning. You’re mine however I want you.”
With no further pause, he placed his dick between my thighs. I thought he’d toy with me despite his words. But Convict notched himself to my entrance and thrust home.
Startled, I cried out and fell forward. He returned me upright, my back pressed to his chest, and his arm clamped around me. He swore and thrust again, going deeper.
All I knew was that point of contact. The stretch of him entering me.
