Page 78 of Deceptive Games
“I’ve dealt with rival gangs, mafia kingpins, cops, and hitmen, but none of them have pissed me off as much as you!” he snarled, kicking my door shut as he walked closer, and I scrambled back against the headboard to put some distance between us.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said calmly, trying not to let the fear reach my voice but failing.
“Nothing?” he spat, his hand shaking. “You’re like fungus! Half my damn crew won’t work together right now because of you! Skeet and Diesel have some kind of loyalty to you over me, and I’m fucking sick of it! They’d only go on their job today if I didn’t, you know that?”
“I haven’t seen Skeet since Wednesday.” I swallowed as he snagged the front of my shirt and yanked me towards him, glaring down at me. “All week they’ve argued with me about you. Nothing makes you run, and I can’t tell if it’s because you’re stupid or delusional that someone will always save you.”
“I save myself!” I snapped, losing patience and hoping he didn’t shoot me in the face. “With Liam, with Tristan, and anyone else you throw at me! Each time you try to tear me down, you only make me stronger!”
“You think that?” he bit out, lowering the gun for a second and making me think he was going to leave, but then he startled me as he yanked my legs off the bed and flipped me over, shoving my face down into the blankets. Dread filled me as he grabbed my sweats and tugged them down my legs, putting his weight on me to stop me from escaping.
“Slash, stop. This isn’t funny,” I said sharply, trying to kick at him but I couldn’t.
“You’re fucking with my head!” he shouted, his fingers wrapping tightly around the back of my neck to hold me down, my entire body kicking into fight mode as I heard his zipper just before his cock brushed my thigh.
He wasn’t trying to scare me, he was past that. He wanted to hurt me, destroy me in the only way he’d seen was possible.
“Please,” I choked out, not caring about looking weak if it meant softening his mood enough to make him think clearly. I’d never seen him this mad before, and that was saying something.
I thought I was getting through to him when his grip released, turning my head to find his gun aimed at my face again.
“Roll over.”
“Slash—”
“Roll the fuck over, or God help me, Aurora. I’ll put a bullet in that pretty face before you can scream,” he warned, and I hesitated before doing as he’d asked. “Get naked.”
“You won’t?—”
“Now!” he barked, pressing the barrel against my forehead so hard that it hurt.
A tear leaked from my eye without my permission as I sat up to pull my shirt off, exposing myself to him and watching as his eyes flickered with lust and hate.
He was completely dressed, other than his cock hanging out of his pants.
“I’ll blow you,” I begged, my hand shaking as I reached out to press it against his stomach, the muscles flexing under my palm. “Just don’t do this. If you don’t care about hurting me, think about how you’ll lose Skeet if you do this.”
I whimpered as he pressed the gun even harder against my head this time, more tears leaking as he replied. “I’ve already fucking lost him. You made sure of that, you filthy little cunt. Lie back and open your legs.”
I shook my head, swatting at his hands as he reached out to shove my legs apart further, but I put my hands up in surrender as he shoved the gun in my face again and removed the safety.
“You should’ve run when I told you to,” he warned, keeping the gun trained on me as he yanked me closer to the edge of the mattress.
The pain was instant as he shoved inside me without another word, and I tried hard not to cry out and give him the satisfaction of hurting me, but the sounds of pain left me anyway.
My fight instincts kicked in as I stopped caring about the gun at my head, hitting and kicking at him to try and make him stop, but he didn’t.
He was a man possessed by hatred, his only goal being to break me.
I fought harder, confusion hitting me when he tossed the gun aside and slipped a hand between us to tease my clit, his free hand moving to my throat to keep me in place as he leaned down and suddenly kissed me.
My hand smacked into the side of his head to try to push him back, his voice confusing me even more with how soft it was.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Killer. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” His fingers worked faster, my body enjoyed his touch even if I didn’t, and his anger seemed to leave as his thrusts became more controlled and gentle. “Come for me.” I shook my head, his lips brushing mine. “Donovan, give it to me. Be a good girl.”
My body heated, the tingles building as he worked me closer to orgasm, and I choked on a sob as I came hard, his lips finding mine again as he fucked me through it, a sense of awe in his voice. “Fuck, just like that. You feel so good.”
“Slash—” I forced out, intending on telling him to stop again but the words wouldn’t leave me.
