Page 25 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

EVA

Was he asking me what I thought he was asking me?

Cole slid the burner phone back into my pocket, his fingers lingering a moment too long before trailing up my side until they wrapped around my throat, menacing and cruel. He was going to make me pay for my betrayal in the most degrading way possible, and maybe I deserved it.

“Don’t do this. Please.”

His lips tilted up into a wicked smile. “How badly do you want me to keep your secret?”

“Cole, please. You have to.” My voice cracked on the last word.

He bent his head so he could run his nose along my jawline. “The way I see it, you have two choices. One, I call Coach and the cops, and everyone finds out you’re a spy and a thief, and you lose everything. Or you do what I want.”

“What do you want?” I breathed.

“You, sparrow. Anytime, anywhere, any way.”

I knew what he was asking. He wanted sex. He wanted me to willingly agree to fuck him—no, to let him fuck me. And if I did, he’d keep my secret, and my father would live .

Cole.

Alek.

Cole’s father.

The net tightened around me, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Horror at what I was about to do turned my veins icy.

Cole hummed and flexed his fingers around my throat. “You don’t have the power to set any terms here.”

“I don’t understand. What are you asking me for?” A lie. I knew what he was asking.

He bit my earlobe hard enough to draw a yelp from me, and to my utter embarrassment, an answering throb of desire pulsed between my thighs.

“Everything.”

“What does?—”

“Get on your knees.”

Oh. Oh . He was that kind of asshole. To my shock, my clit pulsed at the thought.

I sank down, my body remembering Alek’s training even as Cole’s presence overwhelmed my senses. Different men, different control, but my response was the same, a nauseating mix of shame and need that made me hate myself.

My bruised heart broke again. What was it about me that made me ripe for these brutal men to pluck? I’d allowed myself the brief fantasy of believing Cole actually liked me, that he was interested in me, even if I hadn’t let him prove it.

The industrial carpet bit into my knees through my pants. Cole didn’t move, didn’t touch me. He just watched with cold eyes. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant hum of the A/C and my shallow breathing .

I should flee. I should scream. I should do anything except kneel here, letting yet another man force me into submission. But just like with Alek, my body betrayed me.

“Hands behind your back.” His voice was rough, but whether with anger or need, I couldn’t tell.

I linked my fingers together, fury mixing with arousal as my nipples tightened at his commanding tone.

He circled me slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty office.

I forced myself to stare straight ahead, even as every nerve ending screamed at me to track his movement.

His fingers brushed my hair aside, exposing my neck. I flinched, expecting him to grab at me, but he just traced one finger over my skin, so lightly it might have been my imagination. My breath hitched. Would he be gentle with me? Or was this just another way to break me?

“So obedient,” he murmured. “I’m going to enjoy making you beg. Now, pull my cock out of my pants.”

My face burned as I reached for him with shaking hands. The fabric of his sweats was soft against my fingers, a stark contrast to the hardness of his muscles underneath. I could smell him, that woodsy, sandalwood scent mixed with sweat and something darker.

I shoved his pants down in the front. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. I hated how tempted I was to stick out my tongue and lap at the drop of precum.

“That’s it. Wrap your hand around the base.”

“Oh, are you going to coach me through this?” I snapped.

“Yeah, sparrow,” he rasped. “I’m gonna make sure you know how to do this right. Now, spit on me.”

Something about the low, hypnotic tone of his words had my body following his directions before my mind could refuse.

I did as he asked, watching my spit drip down from the tip to my hand as I shoved the parallels between this degradation and what Alek had done to me deep inside my soul, where I couldn’t examine them or how turned on I was.

“Now pump your fist up and down.”

I did.

“More spit.”

I spat again, running my thumb over the slit at the end of his cock, and he moaned.

“There you go. A little more pressure.”

I tightened my fingers around him and fucked his cock with my hand, watching it get sloppy and shiny with my spit and his precum.

“Such a good fucking slut.” He scraped his fingers over my scalp. “You like it when I degrade you as much as you like it when I praise you, hm?”

My pussy clenched at his words, and my nipples tightened into hard nubs. For once, gratitude filled me for the thick bras I wore to contain my large breasts. Sick. I was so fucking sick. This couldn’t possibly be turning me on.

“Now lick it,” Cole murmured, tugging my face closer to his cock with my hair. I breathed in his faintly sandalwood scent, mixed with musk and the salt of his desire, then tentatively reached my tongue out.

“Oh, fuck yes. So fucking good. Keep going, sweetheart.”

Emboldened, I licked up and down his cock like a fucking lollipop as he guided my head with his hands.

When I looked up at him, expecting to see cruelty, I only saw desire, his full lips parted as he took breath after ragged breath.

“You’re doing so fucking good. Such a wicked, filthy slut for me. ”

My thighs pressed together to relieve the immediate ache in my core.

“Now take me in your mouth.”

My nose scrunched. In response, his fingers tightened in my hair, and a whine escaped me, needy and thin. Oh my god, what was wrong with me?

“Eva,” he growled, yanking my head back and forcing me to look at his face. “This isn’t optional.”

When I shook my head, he smacked me in each cheek with his cock, leaving wet smears over the sides of my face.

“Come on, slut,” he encouraged. “You’re doing so well. You can do this. I know you can.”

He yanked my hair so hard it hurt, and when I yelped in pain, he shoved his cock down my throat.

I couldn’t breathe.

Oh my god, he was going to kill me with my pussy absolutely soaked, and the authorities were going to find me and think I was some sort of?—

He pulled out and grinned at me, his handsome smile wicked.

“Look at you, sparrow, taking all of me like a good little slut.”

“I can’t,” I gasped. “I couldn’t?—”

He shoved his cock back down my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes as he pulled back again, letting me gasp for air.

“Don’t bite me,” he warned as he fucked my throat again. “And don’t fucking puke.”

Terrified, I did my best to shove myself back with my hands on his thighs, but he just tightened his grip in my hair, shoving my head back against the wall. Just as my vision blacked around the edges, he pulled out.

“Now suck, sparrow. ”

Grateful for the reprieve, I hollowed out my cheeks and did exactly as he asked, sucking hard as he held my head still and fucked my mouth.

I thought of Tristan’s concerned looks at practice, how he tried to draw me out with gentle teasing.

If he could see me now, on my knees, choking on Cole’s cock and getting wet from it, he’d be horrified.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Cole groaned as he cut off my airway for a second then yanked back out.

Determined to keep him from choking me again, I sucked as hard as I could, dancing my tongue over his length as it plunged in and out of my mouth, ignoring the tears that streamed down my face.

Ignoring my worry someone would catch us, that I’d lose my job and my scholarship anyway, and the humiliation of being forced to give Cole a blow job.

“You’re fucking made for me, sparrow, so gorgeous on your knees, so pretty with your makeup smeared just for me, your lips swollen and your eyes looking at me like you can’t decide whether you want to fuck me or kill me.”

I hated him. I hated how his words settled in my chest, like I was a perfect, precious thing instead of a hot mess express, desperate to save my father, holding on to my sanity by a thread.

Fuck him. I’d walked away after hooking up because I couldn’t handle him, couldn’t handle the way he made me feel, and I was so fucking pissed to find myself trapped by him now.

“Such a good girl for me,” he continued, and I gave in to the urge, moaning around his cock as his words went straight to my clit, a jolt of need so strong, I had to resist the urge to reach down and touch myself.

Cole’s fingers tightened, and I stiffened, waiting for the end, but instead of slamming me into the wall, he kept his fist in my hair, protecting the back of my head even as he held me still to roughly fuck my face .

“What a delightfully filthy little slut you are,” he continued in a low tone. “Sucking like you were born to service me, a perfect little fucktoy who’s already forgotten she doesn’t have a choice, desperate to please me.”

I couldn’t tell if I was crying from misery or humiliation, and it didn’t matter. I wanted to please him. I wanted this to be good for him. I wanted him to keep telling me how fucking good I was at sucking his cock, like I was the only one who could make him feel this way.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” he praised. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like the worthless slut you are? God, if I’d known it would be like this, I never would have let you go.”

I’d never hated myself more than in that moment, for caring what this asshole thought of the blow job he’d forced on me.

“Please,” I tried to say around his cock.

“What, sparrow? More?”

He ignored the panicked shake of my head.

“Chin up, mouth open, tongue out,” he commanded.

When I did as he asked, he took my fingers and wrapped them around his cock again, pumping my hand up and down.

“That’s it. Make me feel good.”

I sobbed but didn’t move from my position on my knees.