Page 21 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Oliver Michaels-Cages & Spit

Delta Phi Nu throws the best parties, but this one is a little different.

My mother handed me a tape over a week ago, and I snuck into the sorority house this morning to plant it for tonight's festivities.

I have no idea what is on it, but knowing my mother, it will be catastrophic.

She does nothing half assed. If she is gunning for someone, she will take them out without breaking a sweat.

Walking through the front door an hour ago, I thought it was the red light party, but seeing pictures of Katie plastered everywhere has me a little on edge. She was a fun girl to hang with, a little on the dramatic side, but she gave good head.

“Oliver, I am so glad you came,” Beth sings, running her fingernail down my chest.

“I thought tonight was your red light party?” I say, raising a brow, and she smiles, standing on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear.

“It’s still going on. The initiates thought tonight was only about Katie, but surprise!

Oh well, they should’ve expected more hazing before the pinning ceremony.

Let’s see who can pass this little test. Go down the hall, last door on the left, and take your pick.

All the girls in red dresses with the black bows are up for grabs,” she says, her words lingering a little longer than they should.

A smile creeps across my face, and I place a kiss on her cheek before heading toward where I actually want to be.

Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I reach the last door on the left and open it.

Stepping in, it takes my eyes a second to adjust as the room is lit in a deep red.

During the day, it’s considered a ballroom, but tonight it's been transformed into this.

Canopies of red silk drape the high ceilings and black curtains cover all the windows and doors.

Shelves of different toys line the walls, along with many canopy beds spaced out in the middle of the room.

Each one is covered in black, sheer lace for privacy.

Poker tables and girls dancing in cages fill the room, offering many activities.

I head for the bar and order a whiskey sour, then scan the room for the girls dressed in red with black bows.

I finally spot my victim for the night—Ivy Bloodworth.

My dick twitches in my jeans as I watch her dance in the cage next to the poker table.

Seeing her walk into my frat house the other night on Pierce Darington’s arm pissed me the fuck off.

I hated that Pierce picked a fight with me over that bitch, but I won’t lie and say I didn’t want to chase her when she left the house running.

Something in me wanted to hurt her and fuck her while doing it.

Seeing fear burst in her eyes would be sufficient enough for me.

Just a little chase in the woods in the middle of nowhere.

Hunting her, capturing the little bitch, and making her scream while I fucked her into the earth.

I’ve never met another girl, besides my mother, who can get under my skin so deeply that it makes me murderous.

But Ivy, she can get strangled by my cock down her throat any day of the week.

I wonder how tight her cunt is. Maybe, instead of my original plan, I’ll play a game of my own.

She’s up for grabs tonight, which means she won’t say no.

But if she runs, the thrill of the chase will make this all the sweeter.

Taking a sip of my drink, I walk over to where she is dancing in the cage and sit directly in front of her, leaning back in the chair.

I spread my legs and continue to sip my drink, waiting for her eyes to collide with mine.

I watch as her hips gyrate the air. With each shake, her little dress rises a little more, showcasing her thick thighs, which I’d love to sink my teeth into.

The atmosphere is dark and sensual, moans greet my ears and the smell of weed hits my senses.

Licking my lips, I watch as she spins, giving me a glimpse of the flesh underneath her short dress, making me want to shove my face between her cheeks.

Adjusting my hard cock, I follow the hand running up her thigh, over her stomach, and up to her chest as her eyes finally meet mine and widen.

I smirk, signaling for her to come here with two fingers and patting my lap.

She shakes her head, telling me no as some other girl walks up to me, bending over, showing me the cleavage of her small tits.

“Do you need anything, hot stuff?” she whispers.

“Yeah, Dollface, tell the one in the cage that I summon her,” I whisper back, and she nods, walking over to the metal bars and telling Ivy that I want her. She opens the back of the cage, and the girl takes her place. Ivy waltzes over to me, folding her arms over her chest, raising her brow.

“Sit,” I tell her, patting my lap. She spins to walk away, but I grab her wrist, yanking her towards me and forcing her to sit.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I hold her in place, and she gasps.

“I don’t like being told no, Ivy, and you’ve told me no twice in the last twenty minutes,” I whisper, licking the shell of her ear as she thrashes in my hold.

“Fuck you, loser!” she spits, and I bite her lobe, making her cry out.

“You know damn well why you are in this room, and now, you’re mine to do with as I please. If it were up to me, you’d be running and I’d be chasing you before I fucked you into the cold earth in the back forest of this house,” I threaten. She swallows thickly, and I smirk.

“What is it that you want, Oliver? I don’t particularly like you,” she growls.

Feeling her little throat vibrate against my hand has my cock stiffening in my jeans.

I wish I could see her facial expression, see the fear in her eyes as I tighten my grip.

Reaching around her waist with my free hand, I grip her hip, pulling her back towards me so my cock is nestled between her ass cheeks.

“I want your fear and your screams,” I whisper, running my nose slowly up the column of her neck, and loosening my grip around her throat while my other hand glides up her inner thigh as they quake.

“Mmm, you’re a masochist. Spread your legs for me,” I command as my hands move higher up her inner thigh.

She hesitates for a split second before opening them.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise as my fingers push her panties to the side, spreading her wet lips apart.

She arches her back slightly, pressing her ass against my hard cock.

Using my free hand, I pick up the glass of whiskey sour and bring it to her lips.

“Drink,” I command, grazing her clit with my pointer finger.

She takes a sip, but I tilt the glass higher, forcing her to choke, and letting the amber liquid spill down her chin and chest. She swats it away as she heaves for air.

Glass shatters along the marble floor as I sink a finger into her and wrap my hand, once again, around her throat.

But she thrashes in my hold, trying to set herself free, soI slap her pussy, which stops her movement.

“Calm down. You know you like it,” I chuckle as she slams her ass down directly on my cock, making me grunt.

“Keep it up and you won’t walk for the rest of the week,” I warn as I let go of her throat.

She takes a few deep breaths before spinning and straddling my lap.

Her wet core slides against the zipper of my jeans.

She pulls on my dark hair, forcing my neck back as she leans down, licking up my face and biting my cheek roughly.

Her eyes glow in the dimly lit room, cascading a murderous glare, but mostly lust bursts through her irises.

“Go fuck yourself, Oliver!” She spits in my face, then gets up and leaves the room. Wiping the liquid from my eyes and nose, I laugh. I think I fell in love!

Getting up from the chair, I make my way around the room, seeing if any of these other girls entice me, but none of them do. Waste of a good night! My phone vibrates in my jeans. I take it out and my brows narrow at the skull with the red X blinking, indicating there’s a message waiting for me.

Opening it, I click the link and a video pops up. Pressing play, I watch it, and am stunned by what I see. Quickly, I leave the room and try to find somewhere quiet to rewatch it. How the fuck?

Walking out the back doors and into the pitch black night, I open the video again and rewatch it. It’s of me as a little boy playing football with my dad. We both are smiling, even my mom is. Then it goes black, and a message pops up.

Unknown:

What if I told you, I know a secret about your father?.

Me:

Who is this?

Unknown:

Doesn’t matter.

Me:

Then fuck off.

Unknown:

You don’t want me to fuck off. I have information that you want, that you need.

Me:

Okay, so hand it over.

Unknown:

It’s not that easy. Play my game. Complete the task to earn your reward.

Me:

And what is the task?

Unknown:

Do you agree to the terms?

Me:

Play the game, complete the task. Receive the information. Got it.

Unknown:

Exactly. Now, do you want to play a game or become the game? Pick your poison.

A window pops up with the same questions that were just asked. Clicking ‘Play the game,’ another text immediately comes in with my first task.

This is child's play. Game on, creeper.