Page 40 of Wanna Play A Game?
“Sorry to catch you so soon.” A huge body drops over me. It’s Sawyer. He sits on my chest, pinning my arms to my sides with his legs. He’s in nothing but boxers, and his eyes look crazed and unhinged. “Miles enjoys chasing more than I do. I’m too impatient to take a bite.” He winks at me, and a stray piece of wet hair falls into his face. He smells like soap.
“Let me go!”
“I see you found a shirt. Such a shame. You have pretty tits.”
He plants a hand around my throat and lifts me up with him. I gasp.
“Goddamn. Gonna need a collar for this pretty neck.”
Sawyer walks me into the living room. I scratch and kick and fight, but he lays me down on the floor gently next to an old-fashioned metal stove. Heat rolls from it.
I twist and try to run, but he drops all his weight and sits on my hips, pinning me to the floor.
“Stay, bunny.”
Sawyer reaches beside the fireplace and comes back with gloves.
I shake with adrenaline. He places them within reach.
“Where’s Miles?”
It was the wrong thing to ask. Sawyer’s eyes flash in anger, and he leans down, his white teeth flashing. “Miles can’t save you. He’s not the knight in shining armor that you think he is. You do know he kills people for fun, don’t you?”
I swallow.
The sunshine dances over Sawyer’s ripped abs.
“I’m gonna do some things to you, bunny. You’re gonna say you don’t like them, but I’ll make sure that you do.”
“No! Get off of me.”
“No means nothing to me, Cali.” Sawyer grabs the waistband of his boxers and, in one swift movement, rips them down. Hisdick pops out, proud and bobbing. It’s longer than Miles’ and already has a bead of precum dripping from the tip.
Sawyer leans forward and says softly, “Are you ready, my pretty little toy?”
I search Sawyer’s blue eyes. They’re harsh and excited.
I swallow down my body’s desire to let him do what he wants to do. And that makes me angry. How could I want this? “No.”
“What did I tell you about that word? Don’t cry.” Sawyer wipes a thumb along the edge of my eye. “Such pretty eyes. Don’t cry, bunny. This will be fun.”
I heave for breath. Sawyer remains still, waiting, watching. His pupils are completely blown. He continues to stay still until I’ve calmed my breath enough to stave off the panic attack. Every breath brushes my nipples against him, sending tingles shooting through my body.
“Good girl,” Sawyer whispers.
He scoots down, positioning himself between my legs. I scramble to get back, but he thrusts his dick inside me with one brutal push.
I scream, and my back arches against the floor. Sawyer holds me down. The pain is sharp and aching. I thrash to get away from him. Sawyer remains inside me, waiting. I claw at him, trying to ease the pressure.
“You can take it. Be my good girl and take it.”
The pain starts to subside as Sawyer remains still, replaced by fullness and throbbing. Sawyer reaches a hand down to strum my clit.
My back arches again, but this time in sudden pleasure.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He breathes and continues to play with me. “Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully.” He adds little thrusts, his huge dick rubbing along my G spot.
I crush my eyes closed. Sawyer takes his hand away. I hear metal and fling my eyes open. He’s opened the door to the furnace, and heat rolls over me.
