Page 28 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

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Andre

I ’m ready to drop as soon as I make it inside my hotel room.

I drank quite a bit, and regretfully I’m completely sober, but thankfully I’m alone.

I have no idea where the three of them went or if Oli will even come back to our room tonight.

Where did he stay last week? Most likely with Grey and Atlas.

They seem to be the closest guys on the team.

My body’s exhausted but I know my mind won’t let me sleep right now, so I peel off my street clothes then slip on a pair of sweats. It’s colder here than it is back home.

Home.

A smile plays on my lips. Oregon is home now.

I don’t have to deal with my father. Sometimes I forget this and then it’s like this peace washes over me.

I got a new phone when I moved, and Jessica will not allow anyone to give out my information.

Having her know and have my back feels like a weight’s been lifted.

Even if Oli and I test her patience.

Pulling on a hoodie, I dig for my coloring book and pencils. I just need my brain to relax right now. So much has happened and I’m struggling to figure out what any of it means. If it even means anything at all.

Opening the sliding door, I step onto the balcony, then drop into the plush chair out here.

I sift through the pages, not sure what I’m in the mood for.

I just started this marine one, but I may look for something a bit different when I get back home.

I settle on an image of two orcas leaping out of the water.

I love orcas; I love marine animals in general.

I don’t have any tattoos but I’ve thought about getting one.

I settle in, ignoring the slight chill out here on the balcony, and try to shut off my brain.

It works for five minutes.

Fucking Oli.

Where did they all go? It reminds me of that night I saw the three of them at Vanessa’s bar. Do they always go out after drinks? That night they won against us, I didn’t want to go home. I knew the brutality that awaited me.

It’s over now. I’m fine. I’ll be okay.

I don’t know why, but heat squeezes my vision. I escaped, but I’m still stuck with these memories. It’s unfair. Even when you escape a terrible situation, you can’t escape your own thoughts and memories of it. Those are yours to keep. Sick little souvenirs.

Each more vivid than the last, as if they’re branded into your brain .

Okay, enough. I don’t want to think about this now. Instead I focus on the page, hoping this wave of emotion will pass as I color.

I’ve decided to color the orcas purple because why the fuck not. I’m out here for a while, and I do a great job of shutting out the poison my brain is soaked with. I’m nearly done with the orcas, and my nose is cold, when I hear the sliding door open to the balcony.

My hand freezes on the page before I look up at the glowering man above me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Masturbating. Can I have some privacy?”

“Is that a coloring book?”

“Fuck off.”

Oli grunts, turning back inside the room.

I’m shocked he came back so early. I’m not really sure how long I’ve sat out here zoned out in my own little world, but I close the book, needing to get answers.

It’s time to poke the bear. I can’t keep doing this; I can’t keep hiding away the things I feel.

I’m going to make Kuli listen to me even if I have to strap him to the bed and force his eyes on me!

Well hey now, that’s a vision.

Maybe Oli has been able to go about his business like nothing fucking happened between us, but something did happen.

I cannot get the image of Oli above me out of my brain.

His heat, his taste, and that thick cock choking me while I came all over the floor like a fucking teenage boy watching porn for the first time.

I set down my coloring book and follow after him.

I need answers. I need . . . Fuck, I need that again.

Everything that I’d missed had slammed into me the moment he shoved himself down my throat.

I watch him rip open the drawers of his dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers. “We need to talk about this! ”

“No we don’t.” Oli cracks his neck and it’s like a trigger, imagining him doing that last week in the bathroom, right before he shoved his cock down my throat. Fuck me . My dick definitely takes notice, so on board with this line of thinking.

To say that Oliver Kulivov is a mouthful is an understatement.

What’s worse is how badly I want another taste.

While the win tonight was so fucking sweet, I can’t stop thinking about the way he tastes.

How rough he is. I nearly choked to death on his dick.

I need to do it again, and by how fucking pissed he currently looks I know he does too.

He hates me, and nothing will change that, and you know what? I hate him a little too.

I hate what we’ve become.

I hate the way he looks at me now with a special concoction of disgust and desire.

I hate the way he smells—that icy aftershave he’s wearing will be the end of me.

I hate the way those pants he’s wearing are currently containing the most gorgeous dick I’ve ever seen in my life.

I hate the low, gravelly tone of his voice and the way it sends shivers up my spine.

I hate the storm brewing behind those sapphire eyes. I know he wants this as bad as he hates it. Hates me. “Oli—”

“For once in your miserable fucking life, shut the hell up.”

Foreplay it is, then . “Suffocate a guy on your cock and suddenly—” His fingers wrap around my throat, cutting off my words. Pinning me to the wall, Oli looks wild. Like a panther pinning it’s prey. My hands struggle against his, trying to make him let up. He doesn’t .

"I said, shut the fuck up.” The low warning sends heat to my groin. My cock aches inside my sweats. What’s a man to do? I lean my hips forward, brushing his dick against mine.

Hard.

Oli is so hard, and with that knowledge this crackling anger and fear I have crumbles and melts into wanton need.

I fucking need him. Bad. Right now. Any way he’ll use me.

I need him to use me. “Looks like big bad Kuli has a big bad erection.” I smirk.

I have him where I want him. I stop struggling, and he glares at me.

I can’t help but smile. The way he’s looking at me now heats my skin.

He’s glaring right through me, those stormy eyes devouring me.

He loosens the grip on my neck—not by much, but I breathe slightly easier.

His eyes flick down to my lips, and those blue eyes darken like an ocean anticipating a storm. “I want to punch your fucking face,” he hisses. “I wish that was the only thing I wanted to do to your face.”

I want this man. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

I’m burning with desperation. My brain will not let me think about anything else.

I’m a big guy, and it’s been so long since someone has handled me like this—just the way I crave.

My fingers slowly move down, trailing a path over his stomach, feeling every hard line and dip of his sculpted abs.

The black dress shirt he’s wearing strains around his pecs.

Three buttons are undone showing off his tattooed chest. Kuli is big.

The strength this man possesses is a huge turn on.

Unparalleled strength I want unleashed all over me.

There’s something so hot knowing the hands around my throat want to fuck me and not kill me.

At least, not kill me yet .

“What are you doing?” he whispers, as my fingers toy with the belt of his pants. Without saying a word, I unbuckle it, then slip it out of the loops. I hold the belt up to him, a question in my eyes, and wordlessly he lets go of my throat to grab it from me.

While he’s preoccupied with the belt I slip out of his hold, leaving the bathroom and looking back, begging him to follow.

I’m not used to this. I’m always in control but I feel like this is spinning away from me fast. Something wars behind his stormy eyes, but he gives in, following me, losing his shirt as he stalks me to the bedroom.

“What are we doing?”

“Shut up.” Ignoring him, I pull off my hoodie.

I ache for this—for him. For more of that brutality.

I want to shut my brain off. Oli watches my pants as I shove them down and step out of them, and I give my cock a squeeze as I look at the sun-kissed expanse of his chest. He’s so fucking big.

I want to feel the hairs on his chest, want those pecs pressed tightly to mine as he fucks me.

Oli doesn’t say another word, silently taking off his pants.

I peel my eyes away long enough to grab the lube and the condoms I brought from my bag.

His dark blond brows pinch. Maybe I went too far.

He doesn’t say a word as I lie on the bed.

Whatever’s happening here between us, neither of us are talking about it. Maybe that’s for the best.

I lie down on the bed, watching him. He’s straining the front of his briefs, and my throat works with a swallow as I think about the brutal fucking it received only a week ago. Oli looks over me and I’m not sure what he’s thinking. His expression is blank. A bit stony, but wiped clean of emotion .

His eyes lift to mine. Wordlessly I obey the demand in those eyes.

“I’m not fucking you.” Disappointment crumbles in my chest, and I don’t know where the fuck it comes from but I want it to go away.

I hate how disappointed I am, that he affects me this way.

Oli bites his lip, his eyes drifting over my body before shaking his head. “I don’t understand this.”

“Work through whatever you have to later. Unless you don’t want me, stop talking.”