Page 16 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

I freeze and whip around to face him. “Do you think I care about any of these people? Would any of them even have given me a second glance if I weren’t attending this event on your arm? The only important thing is whether you surrender. There is no shame in admitting defeat, little one.”

We are close enough that I take a little nibble on his earlobe. I only stop when I hear his subtle growl fill the air. He takes me by the shoulders and pushes me away.

“Never. The only loser here will be you when I bend you over my kitchen counter to devour your aching pussy before I thrust inside you so deeply that you need to swallow my cum back down again. Tonight, you will be mine.”

I am determined to walk away victorious tonight, but that doesn’t sound half bad.

Griffin takes my hand and leads me to a table with some important dignitaries. I assume they are dignitaries from the impressive array of sparkle coming from the women seated at the table. There is even one with a crown.

The crowd shuffles to their tables, and by our seat designation, I begin to wonder if Griffin is truly what he says he is.

He pulls out my chair for me and folds my dress under the table before he introduces me to every person around the table.

I will never remember all the names. What I will remember is the way they pay attention to him and treat him with a reverence I have never experienced before.

I place my hands on my lap before he discreetly takes one and places it on his thigh under the table.

“What do you do, dear?” The sweet little lady to my left falls victim to my devious plot. I turn to Griffin, reconsidering the game…but the bastard winks at me. He actually winks. And I storm the castle.

“Oh, perform the services of a mannish gonadian dehumidifier.”

Just like before, she stares at me speechless, and it is up to me to save the conversation. “I know it sounds like a mouthful, and it is, but is it so rewarding to know I am doing my little bit for global warming. Such a noble cause, don’t you think?”

She nods eagerly with a frown marring her forehead. I could have sworn I heard a snort next to me, but when I look at Griffin, his face is completely blank. Again.

He is a tough nut to crack.

I excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room, and I am ambushed on my way there.

Little Miss Entitled steps in front of me and forces me to concede .

“He doesn’t feel anything for you.” Her arms are folded again, and I follow suit, if only to show her she is punching in the wrong weight category with me.

“Last time I checked, that was none of your concern,” I say.

“He had his fingers inside me only a few weeks ago. Doesn’t that bother you? Or are you used to guys stepping out on you? Looking at you, that is the only conclusion I can come to.” She smirks.

I force myself to display no emotion and even glance around to see if we have garnered some attention.

When the coast is clear, I let her have it.

“I can see that you have been hurt, but your daddy’s money does not allow you to be classless and treat others with disrespect.

I will let it go this time but take care for the future.

Griffin is mine, and I will not allow you to sully his or my name in any way.

He is a fine man, and if he chooses to give you the finger, so to speak, it speaks more to your character than his. ”

The slap comes out of nowhere. And it stings like a son of a bitch. But I have had worse.

“You won’t talk to me like that. Do you have any idea who I am? Who my daddy is?” Her voice trembles.

My hand is still on my cheek, feeling the warmth of the slap radiating, but I step closer and get in her face.

“Let me make this clear, little girl. I don’t give a shit about who you or your daddy are.

Do you know who I am? I will protect that man till my last breath against your father and your entitled ass and anyone else that would like to give it a try.

Now disappear before my eyes before I decide to unleash my wrath tonight at this fancy little party you are hosting.

Or do you think Daddy would appreciate how you treat his important guests? ”

“He is a criminal for fuck’s sake! Yeah. Didn’t you know that? My daddy said he is one of the most dangerous men in the city.”

I school my features even though I want to scream ‘eureka’ at the top of my voice. I knew there was something different about him. Something twisted in me rejoices at the notion of making such a powerful man kneel for my own pleasure.

“You see. You are playing out of your league. I don’t know what he stands to gain from you, but he will spit you out with all the rest when he is done,” she continues.

I completely forgot about her.

Her words make me see red. Adrenaline rushes through my body, and I back her up against the wall with my hand wrapped around her throat.

“Little girl. If I ever find you sniffing around Griffin again or opening your mouth to sprout such lies, I will inform my very dangerous man of all the creative ways I want him to make you disappear. The only trace left of you will be the very graphic painting of your corpse I will send to your daddy. He is the strongest man I know, and he will not be disparaged by the likes of you. Do you understand?”

I release her and step to the side, a clear indication that it is time to leave.

Fear flashes across her features, and I delight in the way she scampers to get out of my way.

I make my way to the bathroom to calm down and take deep breaths to tamp down the panic that wants to crush me.

My knuckles turn white, clutching the basin, forcing my body to keep upright even though I can feel my eyes glaze over from being light-headed.

My untethered state is caused more by the slap than her revelation, and I bury that fact deep within me. I am not ready to admit that Griffin being dangerous adds an extra thrill element to our game.

Could he be just like him?

I don’t even want to consider the possibility that I got involved with another ruthless man, but somehow Griffin doesn’t garner the same sense of fear in me.

And I would know from experience. Cold, ruthless experience.

When my heartbeat has stabilized and my breathing isn’t as shallow as before, I look up to assess the damage she has done. Only a faint red mark remains. I assume it would be barely visible in the dimly lit room.

I push the door open, and I am met with the fierce face of none other than my bratty protégé.

“We are leaving. I win.”