Page 27 of Wicked Little Games


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“You’ve been kidnapped before? When?” the man, Eli, asks. His chiseled jaw is clenched, and he looks genuinely aggravated, like he wanted to be the first to hold me captive.

“Few years back. Rival biker club who are now all Savage Kings, but the first rule in Rockland is you don’t fuck with the Savage Kings.”

Ignoring my threat, he says, “How long were you their captive?”

“Several hours.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“No. I just got thrown around the back of a van.”

Now he grins wickedly. “Then buckle up, buttercup, because you’re going to be in agony before I kill you. I’ll be surprised if you can last hours with me.”

“Oh, I can last,” I assure him.

“So, cocky,” he says, flicking my dick again with his fingernail. “Wish I could stay and play a little more with you, but it’s time for me to go bring you a friend. Then, once he’s taken care of, I can finally catch up with Maddie.” Reaching down he grabs himself through his pants and moans, “Fuck, I’ve missed her tight sexy body. Did you know that I was her first?”

I shake my head, since I did not know that. In fact, I think he’s probably lying until he says, “I popped her pussy cherryover the dinner table while choking her until her squirming body went limp underneath me.”

Holy fucking shit.

“Her ass cherry, well, I pulled her out of the bathtub, made her get my dick nice and wet with her mouth, then took her naked and dripping wet on her bathroom floor.”

Okay, that’s way too much detail to be lies. Unless he has a very active imagination.

“Her virgin pussy was tight, but her virgin ass…” He presses his pinched fingers to his lips and kisses them. “Exquisite.”

And while I’m jealous I wasn’t her first, something I always knew, I’m also getting aroused thinking about her and him together which is definitely fucked up.

The fucker’s violent gaze goes right down to my cock when it twitches and lengthens in interest.

Fuck, I hate being naked and restrained, unable to hide that shit.

“Oh, well, what do we have here?” he asks leaning closer to eye my semi-erection up close and personal. So close I can feel the warmth of his breath on it and can’t help but think about how his mouth would feel on it.

“It’s been a while since anyone actually enjoyed being at my mercy.” Dark blue eyes lift to mine as he runs a single fingertip down my shaft and lower to my balls, making me groan and my entire body shiver. “You have no idea how terrified straight men get when I play with their dicks or my own when they’re in agony. It’s almost as if being touched by another man is a fate worse than death.” He cups my balls in his large, calloused hand, then rolls them around gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through them. When I shudder again, he huffs out a laugh I feel on my hardening dick. “But you’re not entirely straight, are you, baby boy?”

His palm slides up, fingers curling around my erection, fisting me, stroking me so tight, so good.

“Oh, god,” I moan as my hips thrust upward into his grip. I don’t know if it’s the fear or that he’s a man, or the confinement of the restraints or what, but I’m about four and a half strokes away from coming in this murdering bastard’s hand.

“I hate killing the pretty ones,” he repeats again while his tattooed hand keeps jerking me off, moving faster and faster as I pump up into it. “But Dante wouldn’t let you live, so I can’t either.”

At the swipe of his hot wet tongue on my slit, I jerk and buck against the chains as precum leaks free from me, giving away how close I am to coming. Another swipe of his tongue to lick the salty liquid up, and then his hand releases me before he steps away from the table.

“No,” I growl in frustration to the ceiling, my limbs all going limp in disappointment.

“I kill, I tease, I torture,” the fucker says. “And I do it all for my pleasure, not yours.”

Then he just turns around and walks to the camper door, grabbing his suit jacket on the way out, leaving me lying there naked and aching with blue balls.

The only thing worse than being left hanging on the edge while facing death is wondering if the asshole is going to tell Maddie I’m bisexual and enjoyed every second of him touching me.

I sure as fuck don’t want that to be the last thing she learns about me, that I’ve been lying to her too all this time.

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Maddie

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