Page 26 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

He forced my hand to move faster, harder, and then he spurted onto my tongue, hot and salty, spraying over my lips and down my chin.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he finished, before reaching into his pocket.

I shook my head, whimpering my protest, but he’d already snapped the picture.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said .

I sobbed once before choking back the noise.

He stood there, staring at me for a moment, his expression soft, as if I was something precious, not just a toy to break, like he had that night we’d first hooked up at the hockey party.

My heart broke for him, for me, for the trust in each other we’d both betrayed.

And then he blinked and came back into himself. The left side of his mouth tilted up into a half-smile.

“Swallow, sparrow.”

I did.

“All of it.”

“What?”

“Clean off your face with your fingers and swallow it all.”

I sniffled, shaking with the humiliation of it, before I lifted my fingers to my chin and scraped off his cum.

Cole snapped his hand down to mine and lifted my finger to my lips. “Suck,” he commanded, and the low rasp had me moaning as I obeyed, trying to suck as I struggled to calm myself, to contain great, gulping sobs.

No.

I wouldn’t cry.

This asshole didn’t deserve my tears.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and warmth flooded my chest. I gasped for air, and he tugged me up to standing, yanking me into his solid embrace for a hug.

“You’re such a goddamned delightful slut, and you didn’t even know it before ten minutes ago, did you?

You’re going to be my personal fucktoy for the rest of the season, a perfect stress reliever. ”

“No,” I whispered into his chest, hiding my face against his shirt, afraid he’d see the conflict in my eyes. “Cole, please don’t do this.”

“And you’ll beg just like that for me to fuck you by the time I’m done with you,” he murmured against the top of my head, his gentle tone a jarring contrast to his crude words.

Too exhausted to protest, to break away from the comfort of his arms, I leaned against him, shaking so badly, letting him soothe me with strokes of his warm hands against my back.

When I finally calmed down enough to still my trembling, he gently pressed me back against the wall, his hands wrapped around my forearms. I hated how much I wanted to dive back into his arms, as if they’d protect me from anything, from everything, even from himself.

But he wouldn’t, would he?

Cole swiped his thumbs under my eyes. “I’m going to walk you to the bathroom so you can clean up, okay?”

I took a shaky breath and nodded, but I couldn’t force myself to take a step away from him, to put much needed distance between us. What was wrong with me?

“No?” he said with a gentle smile.

“I—”

Why couldn’t I move away from the man who’d forced me to drop to my fucking knees and blow him?

Cole tilted his head and considered me, his eyes sweeping from my head to my toes. Then, he bent his knees, swept me off my feet, and carried me princess style out of the locker room and to the ladies’ bathroom.

“Cole!” I clutched my arms around his neck, terrified he’d drop me like every other boyfriend who’d ever tried to lift me had done. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

Cole stopped and adjusted me, pulling me closer against his chest as he chuckled softly. “We’ve had this conversation before. I promise, you’re not.”

“I— ”

“Enough,” he snapped. “What about any of our interactions has led you to believe I will do a damn thing I don’t want to do when it comes to you?”

“Nothing,” I whispered, embarrassed I’d been embarrassed, hating the whiplash of my emotions.

“That’s right. Absolutely fucking nothing. Now, let me carry my fucktoy down the hall in peace.” He deposited me outside the restroom. “Go clean up.”

The bathroom mirror showed a stranger—lips swollen and red, mascara streaked down flushed cheeks, thoroughly used, eyes wild with emotions I didn’t understand.

My hands shook as I cleaned my face, and every movement reminded me of how he’d touched me, how he’d forced me to my knees, how I was so turned on, it ached.

It took me longer than it should have to clean off my makeup, but when I finally emerged, fresh faced and calm, Cole leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, bored as he played on his phone.

His blue eyes lit up when they saw me, and I forced myself to temper the answering warmth in my chest.

I was a toy.

Stress relief.

I couldn’t allow myself to believe I could be anything more.

“C’mon, slut,” he said, his expression cheerful.

I stopped in front of him, going toe to toe. I didn’t have anything left to lose, so I had to draw the line while I still had the courage to do so.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about any of this.”

He raised an eyebrow then slid a hand up my side to cup my breast, not caring that we were in the middle of the hallway. The heat of his hand over my nipple was too much, too stimulating, and I couldn’t keep my breath steady as he caressed me.

“Right?” I asked him, as frustrated by my body’s response to him as I was that he didn’t answer.

“As long as you let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, I’ll keep your secrets,” he agreed. “And you won’t send a goddamned piece of information about the team to your mysterious blackmailer without allowing me to vet it first.”

He bent his head to nibble on my nipple through my shirt. When I arched my back subconsciously, he grinned. “Filthy girl.”

“I’m not,” I protested, weakly.

“You are,” he answered. “And you’ll beg for me to fuck you again by the time I’m done.”