Page 101 of Wild Card
“Oh, I’m amused.” The look on his face says he is very much not, and my heart starts to pound in my chest as I realize I’m probably not going to make it to the door.
“You should yell at Joss and Colt then. I was just trying to do them a favor you know? I’m innocent in all this!” I fake like I’m going to run for the bathroom but hurry to the door instead. But he’s faster than me, a million times faster it feels like, and before I can even touch the door handle his arms wrap around my middle and haul me up off my feet.
I kick and scream, half laughing and half truly scared that he’s about to tickle me to death or some other form of torture I haven’t imagined yet. And despite the fact that I can see through the glass in the room down to people below us, apparently, no one can hear me because not a single person looks up. In fact, I can see Joss and Colt from here, she’s sitting next to him, her lips to his ear, telling him something and they both laugh.
“Oof. She just abandons you to your fate. How does that feel?” Tobias sees the same thing I do as he pins me between him and the bed, wrapping my arms with his when I try to struggle.
“Like we’re going to have words later.”
“Doesn’t help you now though, does it?” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and the sound of it makes everything pool warm and low in my body.
“No,” I whisper back. “It was just a joke.”
“Mmm. Well… You fucked up, Spitfire. Taunting me like that when I’ve already been desperate to fuck you all night.”
“I didn’t mean to taunt—” He nips at the exposed part of my shoulder.
“Don’t lie. I saw the look on your face.”
“Okay. Maybe a little. I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“I know you did. But now you’re gonna pay for it.” His lips brush over my throat, and I arch back into him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. My girl wants fucked. Don’t you?”
I nod, a little whimper following when his hand slides up my shirt and grabs my breast roughly, pinching my nipple before his hands rake down over my sides in their retreat.
“Putting his jersey on and then making me chase you? You know what happens when I have to chase you. You want to play dirty? You’re getting fucked the same way.” His hand slides up the back of my dress, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing before he slaps me.
“I said I’m—”
His hand covers my mouth, and he pulls me close, whispering in my ear.
“No. You’re gonna shut up like a good fucking slut and take everything you have on under that jersey off for me while I watch.”
His words light me up, making my whole body tingle and goosebumps break out across my neck. My hands tremble as I go to undo the dress I’d put on for the after party and then my bra, slowly pulling them off underneath and letting them drop to the floor until I’m in nothing but the jersey and my panties.
“The panties too.” He points with the glass of Scotch he’s gone to retrieve off the sideboard. He leans against it, sipping it slowly while he watches me slide out of them and sit them on the bed. “Good girl” He grins before taking the last sip of Scotch and walking over to me.
I go to grab the hem of the jersey to pull it off, feeling self-conscious about it, and he grabs my wrist, holding me still.
“No. You’re going to leave that on.” He pats the bench at the end of the bed. “Now get up here. On your hands and knees. Facing the glass.”
I glance up at the glass again, seeing the shadow of our reflection in it like ghosts over the people below. My nerves light and it causes an echo of desire in the rest of my body as I move into the position he’s asked for.
“Spread as wide as you can for me on that bench.” His words are rough as I hear him undoing his pants. The anticipation makes my heart tick up another notch, and I can feel the cool air against my inner thighs as I lean forward.
“Fuck you should see yourself right now, Scarlett. So fucking gorgeous and so very fucking wet for me. I can tell you’re desperate.” His fingers slip between my legs, testing me before his cock replaces them.
I rock back, teasing the tip of his cock and his hands grip my hips, a stuttered laugh coming out of him.
“Such a greedy fucking girl. You want me inside your pretty little cunt?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. You’re gonna take me like the sweet little slut you are, and I want to hear every fucking sound you make.” He slides inside me a moment later, rough like he’s making a point. I gasp at the sensation, catching myself when my hands start to slip forward over the velvet fabric of the bench.
He groans as he starts to fuck me and digs his fingers into my hips.
“Never gonna fucking get over how fucking perfect you feel. Fuck.”
