Page 48 of Wicked Little Games


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“I need to take a piss again,” I say, because it’s true and because I’m stalling to keep him here a little longer.

“Then let me bring the pervert on over for another golden shower.” Eli goes over and gives the rope on his ankles and wrists a tug. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“The motherfucker died already,” he says indignantly before dragging him over. “Well, it doesn't matter, piss on him again. He deserves it.”

Eli holds my dick, angling it just so for maximum range as I let go. And when I’m done, and it feels like a hundred pounds were removed from my bladder, he leans down and licks up the dribble.

“Mmm. I might let you piss in my mouth tomorrow,” he remarks as he wanders off to the back of the camper, to the room where the cages are.

And god, that sort of freaky shit should not be hot. But the fact that he’s greedy for all of me, even my piss, is like an odd sort of high.

When he returns, he’s wearing what looks like a fresh black suit and pressed white dress shirt underneath, the top two or three buttons left opened to show off his chest.

“See you in the morning,” he says while I’m still busy checking him out.

“You don’t want me to suck you off again so I can see Maddie?”

“You didn’t get enough of my cum last night?” the bastard asks with a cocky smirk.

“Guess not,” I answer honestly.

Barking out a belly laugh like I’m the funniest motherfucker alive he says, “Maybe I’ll feed you my dick again in the morning. Oh, I probably should actually give you something more substantial to drink before I go.”

He goes to the sink and fills up a glass of water, the one he dumped on me, then brings it over with a pink straw. He holdsit to my lips, and I try to suck the water down as seductively as possible, even though I’m beyond parched.

“More,” I say when he takes the glass away.

“More?”

“Yes. I’m dehydrated. You sucked me dry.”

“That’s enough for now,” Eli replies before taking the cup back to the sink. “Sleep well.” Kneeling on the booth seat, he leans over to press his lips to mine. I realize he’s kissing me goodbye when he shoves his tongue inside my mouth for a moment, then retreats.

I lick my lips as he starts for the door. “Now you know how you taste,” he says with a wink before he walks out, leaving me here with a dead man at my feet covered in my piss and a hard dick.

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” I vow with a huff of laughter.

13

Maddie

The problem with making a deal with the devil is the devil isn’t honorable.

Just because Eli and I shook hands on our agreement doesn’t mean he’ll hold up his end of our bargain.

I don’t fully trust Eli to tell the truth. He could’ve been lying about what he’s done to Jordan. Or he could easily violate our agreement and still kill Jordan after our three nights just because he wants me to hate him enough to tell my father what he did to me.

If Eli is still on a suicide mission, then Jordan and I are both screwed. I don’t understand the psycho’s motives and doubt I ever will.

Still, if he shows me believable proof that Jordan is still alive, and god, he better be, I’ll have no choice but to let Eli use my body any way he wants for three nights. It’s not like it’ll be the first time. He claimed every hole more than a year ago.

Besides, Jordan is worth it, worth whatever Eli does to me. Jordan would literally do anything for me, so I can do this for him. He just needs to hang in there for three more nights.

As long as Eli didn’t hurt him too badly before we reached our terms, and doesn’t forget to give him water and food, Jordan should be able to survive that long. If Eli doesn’t flake.

And then, I’ll leave Rockland, Jordan behind, for good.

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