Page 29 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

My answering snark flew out of my head when he scraped a finger against a spot inside me that made me see fucking stars.

“Nothing to say, sparrow?”

What could I say? My breath came in short gasps as I fucked his fingers. I needed to come. I needed him to let me come. I needed?—

He drew his hand away, and I whined in protest, wrapping my own fingers around his wrist and holding him against me .

In retaliation, he gently squeezed the sides of my throat. “No, sparrow.”

Fuck him. I slid one hand past his and circled my clit with my finger, determined to get myself off as quickly as possible and end this farce.

Cole’s answering smile was fucking breathtaking. “Oh, sparrow, you fucked-up idiot. Move your hand away from my pussy.”

I ignored him as pleasure coiled deep in my core, only for him to squeeze my throat in warning. “You’re not in charge here,” he snapped. “And I believe the deal for my silence was doing whatever the fuck I wanted. I want you to pull your fingers out of your sopping, needy pussy.”

Reluctantly, I did.

“Give me another taste,” he murmured.

My eyes flicked to his, and instead of amusement, I saw only his blown pupils, his eyes hooded with desire. Tentatively, I lifted my hand to his lips. He wrapped them around my fingers, one by one, and I felt an answering pull in my core as he sucked the evidence of my arousal off my fingers.

Oh fuck.

“That’s my good girl.” I fucking melted. I hated how much I wanted to please this asshole, how much his stupid fucking words of praise lodged in my chest and made me proud—happy, even, especially after his cruel words moments before.

He must have seen my change in attitude, because he slid his fingers right back into my waiting pussy.

“Beg me for it,” he cooed. “C’mon, sparrow. You’ve been such a good, filthy slut for me so far. You’re almost there. Just tell me what you need.”

I scoffed. “What I need? Fuck you, Cole. I need to be fighting for my life, and my father’s, every fucking day. I need to survive this miserable fucking year. I need to get into med school.”

He tilted his head to study me, never stopping his slow movements in and out of me, drawing pleasure as easily as he drew my ire.

“You need a break too, I think,” he murmured. “From all that.” He twisted his wrist and— oh my god . Pleasure rocketed through me as he hit the right spot, ratcheting up my need as every sensation intensified.

“Cole,” I whispered, “please. Please don’t do this. Please don’t make me do this.”

“Do you feel your pussy clenching around my fingers every time I remind you what you are to me? So fucking hot, such a perfectly delicious little slut.”

I moaned as he held his palm away from my clit, pressing against it with his thumb instead, hating that he was right, hating how turned on I was, hating everything about this fucking situation.

“Cole, please!” I gasped. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can. Now fucking beg me to let you come like the dirty girl you’re so desperate to be.”

I sobbed once, swallowing the sound before it could escape again. How could he make me degrade myself like this? And how could I be so wet, so needy, while he did it?

“Sparrow,” Cole said, his voice low and rumbly. “Give me what I want, and I’ll let you come.”

“Just let me go,” I begged, hating him and hating myself. “Please.”

“No.”

I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see the triumph in his eyes when I released my pride. “Please, Cole. I need—” I choked, unable to finish the sentence. “Fucking please. ”

“There you go,” he murmured. “I knew you could do it. Please what?”

“Please let me come,” I whispered.

“That’s it. Keep going. Tell me what a slut you are, how you want me to make you come.”

“Cole, please,” I begged, leaving my dignity behind, refusing to care about showing my weak underbelly to my tormentor. “Please!”

“Please what, sparrow?”

“Please fuck me with your fingers. Please touch my clit. Please let me come!”

“Are you my filthy little slut?”

“Yes!” I cried. “I’m a slut, and I need you to let me come, please!”

“Whose slut?” He frowned.

“Yours,” I said, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape when I acquiesced.

Cole groaned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, as if I were torturing him like he tortured me. “Such a good girl, begging me to let you come in the hallway when anyone could walk by, just like I asked you to.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he increased the speed of his thrusts. My hips met his hand as he fucked me roughly and finally, finally gave me the pressure I needed.

“Such a good little fucktoy, brainless and stupid, willing to do anything if her owner would only let her come,” he said into my cheek. “Aren’t you?”

A tear trickled down my cheek at his cruelty. How could he make me feel so good and be so mean at the same time?

I turned my face away from him, determined to hide my hurt.

When I didn’t answer, he slowed his rhythm. “Sparrow?” He narrowed his eyes after a long, silent moment. “Look at me,” he growled.

Slowly, I obeyed his command, embarrassed by my tears, how his words hurt me far more than the fact that he was finger fucking me in the goddamned hallway.

Cole searched my eyes. He must not have liked what he found, because he cupped my cheek, his gentle touch a contrast from the roughness of his earlier fucking.

“Sweet sparrow, you’re so pretty out here in the hallway, terrified and betrayed by your body, hating me.

You’re going to be so gorgeous when you come.

I love seeing you lose control, like it’s part of you only I get to see. ”

His words slithered into my chest where they took root, blooming like a field of wildflowers and wiping out his earlier cruelty. Cole slid his fingers in and out of me roughly, one hand stroking my cheekbone, the other ratcheting up my pleasure until I thought I might explode with it.

“You’re not brainless. You’re not stupid. You’re so fucking smart and too fucking good for me, and it blows my mind that I’m standing here with my fingers in your pussy, and you’re begging me for anything at all.”

I gasped, my eyes flying to his as he murmured praise against my cheek. “That’s all you want, isn’t it? To fall apart on my fingers? To show me how beautiful you are when you come?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, his words melting my resistance. “Cole, please!”

He twisted his hand inside me, and I exploded, black clouding the edges of my vision as bliss rocketed through me, a rolling wave of pleasure that left me gasping as Cole worked me through it, drawing out the pleasure as I collapsed against him, my legs no longer able to hold me.

Cole held me up, wrapping his arms around my waist as I leaned on him, then sweeping me up into his arms when it became clear I couldn’t stand on my own.

I couldn’t form a coherent thought, instead turning into the warm reassurance of his chest, clutching my fingers in his shirt as I stared straight ahead, unable to grasp what he’d just done to me.

He kicked the door to the locker room open and deposited me onto a bench. “Sparrow?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was floating in black space, barely aware of my surroundings, blissed out and terrified of how little I gave a fuck about anything.

“Shit,” I heard him say. “Sparrow, open.”

He pulled on my hair until I tilted my head back, and then he tugged my jaw open until my lips wrapped around the nozzle at the top of a plastic bottle.

“Drink.”

As the sweet sugary sports drink hit my tongue, I slowly floated back down to myself, realizing with horror where I was and what I’d done.

I’d have scrambled away from Cole, but he sat beside me with one arm around my waist and the other holding a sports drink to my lips.

“Just drink,” he murmured. “You can knee me in the balls once you’ve come back down.”

I would, I promised myself. As soon as my entire body stopped shaking. As soon as I could forget the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me. As soon as I could think again.

Any moment now.