Page 76 of Wanna Play A Game?
My breath whooshes out of my body as Sawyer pins me to the door.
“Did you really think you could get away from me, Cali?”
I struggle against a hard wall of muscle. The more I fight, the more Sawyer presses in. He leans against me until I feel him everywhere.
Sawyer runs his nose down my neck to where my necklace rests against my skin and bites me. Pain shoots into me, mixing with the adrenaline.
“Let go of me!”
“I do what I want with my toys,” Sawyer growls.
He’s everywhere and heavy and breathing my air. The fact he referred to me as a toy pisses me off. “I’m not yours,” I pant.
Suddenly, I’m ripped away from the door and shoved into the living room. Before I can catch my balance, Sawyer snatches me up again and shoves me against the window. “Do you need me to show you how much you’re mine? Fuck you against the window so everyone can see? Make Miles and Ryder jealous before they come in and take you?”
The glass is cold against my hot skin.
“No.” A thrill runs through me at the idea. The idea of him claiming me in front of anyone to see.
Sawyer puts his nose by my cheek and pulls in a breath. “There’s that delicious word. Does this embarrass you, pet?”
I push against the glass, but he holds me there easily.
“No,” I say. Despite my struggles, my pussy is hot. It pulses with its own heartbeat, and I can feel every inch of my clothes touching my skin. “No one will see it anyway.”
“Oh, Cali. You think they won’t find us?” Sawyer reaches a hand around me and slips it under the sweatpants.
I squirm.
“They track people for a living, bunny.” He chuckles. “And I think you’re hot for this.” He inches his hand down my stomach and under my borrowed boxers. I realize with horror that if he goes any further, he’s going to feel that I’m wet.
“I think it turns you on to think of them watching me get you off. You like the idea of them getting hard watching you scream my name.”
I gasp as his fingers brush my pussy.
Sawyer chuckles again and whispers, “Goddamn, Cali.” He rips his hand out, grabs my shirt, and yanks it over my head. It’s way too big and comes off easily.
“Press your tits against the glass,” Sawyer demands.
Fuck. My clit is desperate for friction. I shift. I hesitate a second too long, and Sawyer grabs the back of my neck. He pushes me into the window. My choker clinks against the glass, and a sharp shock runs through me as the cold glass hits my nipples.
Sawyer wastes no time pulling my pants down, and immediately, I feel his dick against my ass. “Let’s show them, hmmm? Let’s show them how beautiful you look when you’re mine.”
Sawyer shoves inside me with one brutal thrust. Immediate pain and pleasure fill me, and I gasp.
“Good girl. Show them.”
I instantly shut my mouth.
Sawyer pulls out slowly and pounds into me again. He then smacks my ass so hard it echoes in the empty room.
I cry out.
“Mmmm,” Sawyer moans. “What a pretty sound.”
He pushes in and out of me. The heat in my pussy compared to the cold of the window and the fear of people watching mixes in a heady cocktail. It feels so fucking good.
Sawyer picks up his pace, bringing one hand around to play with my clit. The other comes up and grabs my neck just under my jaw, tilting my head back so my breasts are fully pressed into the glass.
