Page 25 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

“You’ve known me your whole life. You knew how close we were, and then he left. Left me alone with my mom. I was mad. So fucking mad at him,” I confess. I have only ever spoken about him with Katie, and sometimes Silas. I don’t enjoy talking about my family.

“I get that. Being products of divorced parents isn’t easy,” he says with a haunted look in his eyes.

“You’re right, but anyway, back to you wanting me,” I say, pressing my body into his.

“Mmm, yes. Is Millie really the reason why you rejected me three years ago?” he asks, and I nod.

It's the truth. I thought staying away from him would help, but I knew, that night after we slept together, that it could never happen again. He didn’t like that answer much, so he went and hooked up with some Hillside girl.

Seeing him do that ripped me to shreds, and that’s how I knew I had feelings for him.

Then Laura happened, and I wanted to be there for him when she died, but he shut everyone out.

I still don’t know exactly what happened, but I know he went through some shit.

“It was. And here we are, sneaking around. Checkmate sent her a video of us. Years ago in the tree house,” I tell him, and something clicks in my brain that I am just now realizing. I sit up abruptly.

“What? What's wrong?” he asks, concern written all over his face.

“Checkmate and having pictures of us. What else could be out there? Think about it… How the fuck can this piece of shit get all this information on us and know our every move at all times?” I say, and his eyes widen.

“Cameras?” he asks, and I nod.

“It has to be. How else? Unless someone is literally following each and everyone of us and there’s multiple players in this game, but I highly doubt it,” I say as he grabs my arm, bringing me down on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Well, if there is a camera in here, then let's give the prick a little show.” He smiles. “And later, we can go buy one of those devices that tell us if there’s a camera or bugs in our rooms. Fuck this asshole. We need to take back our lives,” he whispers as if someone is definitely listening to our conversation.

I nod, rolling my hips, feeling how hard he is underneath me.

My body shivers as his hands run up my torso, cupping my tits, and pinching my hard nipples through his black t-shirt.

I moan, rubbing my pussy up and down his long length.

“As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, take off the shirt, Ivanna. I want to see your perfect tits,” he says, his eyes sparkling with want and need.

Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I lift it over my head and throw it over his face.

He quickly grabs it, throwing it to the floor, making me laugh.

“You’re perfect,” he says, running his fingertips along the tattoo on my rib cage, then up to my tits, cupping them and rolling my nipples with his thumbs.

Rocking my hips, I throw my head back and moan as my panties become soaked.

“I can feel how wet you are, Spitfire,” he growls, pinching my nipples, causing me to rock harder along his cock. “Mmm, you don’t know how bad I want to slide into that warm cunt and make you scream,” he groans, as I drag my nails down his naked chest.

“So do it!” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

“Not until you’re mine!” he growls, pulling at my nipples as he sits up and takes one into his mouth.

“Oh, God. Bite them. Make it hurt,” I beg, rocking faster, but he lifts my hips, takes out his cock, and I slide my soaked panties to the side, rocking along his length, soaking his cock the faster I move.

“Shit, Ivanna. Faster. Baby, I want to watch you cum.” He grunts, lifting his hips to add pressure on my needy clit. He switches nipples as his free hand reaches around my ass, sliding his fingertips down my crack and into my soaked cunt.

“Yes, Des. Fuck!” I whimper, gripping his black hair and pulling at the seams as I fuck his length and finger. My body trembles in his hold as he continuously switches nipples, biting and sucking roughly. “I’m going to cum so fucking hard!” I whine as I pick up the pace, rocking faster.

“Cum, baby. Shatter for me,” he groans, pulling my nipple with his teeth and adding another finger inside me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream as my orgasm rushes through my body, making me shiver and see stars.

“Don’t stop, Spitfire. Keep moving those thick hips. I’m almost there,” he growls, leaving bite marks all over my chest.

“I-I can’t. I’m too sensitive,” I whimper, slowing down, but he grips my hips roughly, forcing me to move faster.

“Fuckkkkk!!!!” I scream again as another orgasm hits me.

I throw my head back and ride his length, pressing my clit harder against him.

His body starts to shiver and a deep guttural moan leaves his throat as cum spurts from his cock, coating my drenched pussy and his stomach.

I slow my pace, coming down from the high.

He pulls his fingers out and brings me down to his chest as we both heave for air.

“Shit!” I say, catching my breath as I listen to his heart pound.

“Shit is right!” he says, running his hands up and down my spine.

“It’s been way too long since you’ve been inside me. I need to feel you again, Des,” I whisper, and he smirks.

“Well, once you get your head out of your ass, then I want those sweet lips to beg for it,” he replies as I shiver in his arms.

“Whatever you say.”

“Mhm. You will see. Let's go get cleaned up. I promise to be a gentleman.” But I shake my head.

“I can’t be trusted in that shower, naked with you,” I admit, and the smile that crosses his face is breathtaking.

“I can resist your seductive ways, Spitfire. Let’s go, then we can get some rest.” He grins.

“Fine!” I huff.

“Don’t pout that lip at me. If you were mine, we wouldn’t have to get out of bed yet because, let’s face it, we would nearly be done ravishing one another, So, before I snap and take the choice away from you, let’s go shower.”

“No comment,” I tell him, getting up from the bed. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass.

“Such a good girl, Ivanna,” he praises.

He doesn’t know how much of a good girl I could be for him. Maybe he is right. I need to get my head out of my ass. But then there’s… Silas…