Page 32 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

COLE

I honked my horn, once, twice, and then laid on it, despite the early hour. Fuck this, and fuck Tristan, who’d sent me all the way out here to pick her up so he could grab a healthy breakfast for the three of us before practice.

Eva rushed out the door, looking more frazzled than I’d ever seen her, her cheeks flushed, clutching her tote, a backpack, and books.

She wore a short plaid skirt that flared out over her hips.

It made me want to flip it up to see what she wore underneath before sinking my cock into her hot, waiting pussy.

“Stop! You’re waking up the whole fucking neighborhood!” she stage-whispered as she dashed down the steps. “Jesus, you’re ten minutes early!”

“Get in the car,” I snapped, leaning over the seat to pop the door open for her.

She stumbled over to the passenger side then stopped, looked at me, looked at the mess in her arms, took a deep breath, and set her fucking bag on my fucking hood.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting organized,” she snapped, “which I would have done inside, if you hadn’t laid on the horn for the inconvenience of arriving ten minutes early.”

I lifted my hand, and she raised her keys. “Try it,” she snarled, “and I’ll key your fucking car.”

Oh fuck, this Eva was hot. The fury in her voice went straight to my cock, and all I could think about was how I was going to tame this gorgeous vixen this morning.

Two minutes later, her belongings were in her bags, which she tossed into my backseat. She combed her fingers through her hair, but when she pulled out her makeup, I lifted my hand as if I was going to hit the horn again.

Her eyes flew to mine, and I swear, one side of her lips tilted up in a smile.

Cheerfully, she slid into her seat. “I can do my makeup in the car.”

“Don’t,” I growled.

“You’re not the boss of me,” she said cheerfully.

“Wrong,” I snapped. “And you’ll regret it if you do your makeup now.”

“What, you’re going to spank me?” Her laugh was fucking gorgeous, and for a moment, I forgot about my plan to turn her into my stress relief for the season.

I wanted to startle that sound out of her again and again and again.

And then an image of her bent over my car, her panties pulled down around her knees, that gorgeous ass presented to me, bouncing every time I spanked her, my handprints all over it, made me hard all over again.

“No, sparrow,” I said. “Not today.” I shoved the car into gear and took off, enjoying the squeal of tires on the pavement and the trepidation on Eva’s face.

“Phone,” I commanded, holding out my hand when we hit a stoplight. Had she sent anything while I slept? Just thinking about team secrets in anyone else’s hands made my jaw clench. When she unlocked it with shaking fingers, I scrolled through her gallery. “Delete the training room shots.”

“But—”

“No. We agreed that nothing goes out without my approval. Say it.”

“Nothing goes out without your approval.”

Her quick compliance made my cock twitch, but this wasn’t about getting off. This was about protecting my team, even if I had to control this gorgeous spy one orgasm at a time.

I handed her phone back to her, reluctantly admiring her loyalty to her father. I sure as fuck wouldn’t let someone blackmail me into protecting mine.

“Lift your skirt and let me see your panties,” I said after a moment.

“It is too fucking early for your bullshit, Cole.”

“Skirt up to your waist,” I snapped.

“Someone will see!”

“Nobody’s awake, you stupid slut. The only person who’s going to see that pussy is me.” Her breath hitched, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or desire. “Now, sparrow.”

She dragged her fingers up her thighs then pulled the skirt up, not as far as I wanted, but enough to reveal the line where her thighs pressed together, thick and jiggly and begging for a man to bury himself between them and fucking feast.

“Higher.”

Her hand shook, but she dragged it up a few more inches, revealing simple, white, cotton panties that I intended to absolutely soak on the ride to campus.

“Good girl.”

Did she blush? Did she like it when I talked to her like that? That was a stupid question. She hated it, but it turned her the fuck on, and I loved that.

“Now spread those thighs so I can see that pretty pussy,” I said.

“Cole—”

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Her breathing turned ragged, and Jesus, I think my cruelty turned her on as much as the praise. Slowly, like she was shoving them through molasses, her deliciously thick thighs parted until she sat obscenely spread in my front seat as the streetlights flashed over her skin while we drove.

“There you go,” I murmured. “That’s my good girl.”

Eva whimpered and turned her head away from me. Her reflection in the window showed me her eyes were shut tight, face scrunched together as if she were in pain.

“Stroke a finger down your slit, over your panties,” I instructed, watching her out of the corner of my eye while I drove.

I considered making her give me a blow job, but then I discarded the idea.

This would be more humiliating for her. I didn’t examine why I desperately wanted to see her face when she came.

“Now,” I commanded.

A finger inched down over her stomach, then ran down her panties as I instructed.

“Look at you, so well behaved for me this morning. Now, stroke up and down, pressing in until you can feel how fucking wet you’re getting.”

“This isn’t a turn on,” she snapped, but she did as I asked, dragging her middle finger through her slit, up and down, up and down. I couldn’t see much from this angle, except that her breathing was unsteady and her hips subtly moved in time with her finger.

“Liar. ”

She turned her face forward and closed her eyes.

“Press deeper,” I instructed. “Make sure you’re hitting your clit on the upstroke.”

“Fuck you, Cole,” she breathed, her voice low and raspy.

At a stop sign, I looked at her full on, her cheeks rosy and her lips parted.

“Now push those panties aside and show me how wet you are,” I ordered her.

“I don’t?—”

“Slut, I gave you an order,” I snapped. To my utter surprise, she complied, pulling her panties aside. I couldn’t see shit from this angle. “Take your other hand and get your fingers nice and wet.”

And she did. Holy fuck, she did. She moaned, and I almost came in my pants, she looked so hot.

“Now let me taste.”

She gasped and then leaned over toward me, offering me her fingers. Fuck, she tasted so goddamned good. “I could eat you for breakfast,” I murmured when I finally released her hand.

“Why don’t you?” she asked, then pressed her lips together, as if to cut off her own audacity.

I risked a look over at her, her legs spread, one hand on her chest, as if it could contain the hammering of her heart, the other resting on her bare thigh, waiting for my response.

Instead of answering, I told her, “I want to see one hand buried in your pussy, the other playing with your tits.”

“What—? Cole, it’s getting light out!”

“Guess you better get a move on then,” I said as we rounded the last set of turns before the campus.

She slipped her fingers down to her pussy, and I wished I could see more than the movement of her wrist, hear more than the wet sounds of her pussy sucking on those fingers. And then, she wrapped her hand around one pillowy tit and pinched her nipple, hard.

Eva moaned, and it was all I could do to pay attention to the road instead of pulling over and fucking her like her body wanted me to. Now frantic, she fucked her fingers, her hips meeting her hand. She alternated kneading her breast and pinching her nipple, and her movements became jerky.

“So good for me,” I told her, “starting out my day by showing me what a filthy fucking slut you are.”

She whined, arching her back against the seat as she fucked herself at my command. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Please, I need to come, Cole.”

Oh fuck, she was asking me permission. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkk. New kink unlocked. My cock was rock hard, pushing hard to escape the confines of my sweatpants. How was Eva so perfect for me?

“Yeah, sparrow, go ahead and come,” I told her, hoping the red light would last long enough that I could watch her fall apart in the front seat of my car.

She changed the position of her fingers so she was circling her clit, and then, to my shock, she pinched it hard. She whimpered as her entire body seized then curled in over herself as she slammed her thighs shut on her hand, holding it there while she climaxed.

The light changed, and I sped ahead as she shivered in her seat, her eyes glazed over, not quite back down to earth yet. Loath for anyone else to see what a delightful mess she was, I pulled her fingers out of her pussy and shoved her skirt down.

“Gimme another taste, sparrow.”

Eva looked at me, glassy-eyed, and smiled sweetly before turning and offering me her fingers again.

I licked each one, taking my time and savoring the taste of her—one I knew I’d have from the source soon.

Then I kissed her knuckles before setting her hand on my thigh so I wouldn’t lose the contact while I shifted gears and drove to the campus.

I should have used her vulnerability to demand answers, but something about the way she curled her fingers on my leg, sighing softly as she snuggled into the soft seat of my car, held me back.

Besides, a compliant spy was better than a desperate one. That’s the lie I’d tell myself until I believed it.

“We’re here,” I murmured once I parked, surprised to see her blinking with disbelief. Had she dozed off? Or just floated away in a sea of bliss?

“Oh,” she whispered, her lips rounding.

I didn’t want to kiss those full lips, swollen from when she’d bitten them, begging for me to take them between my teeth and make her cry out for more.

I didn’t want to pull her into my arms and cuddle her through her post-orgasmic lassitude.

I definitely didn’t want her to turn that blissed out smile on me, knowing I’m the one who gave it to her.

Eva hummed and leaned forward to pick up the little bag she’d dropped at some point.

“Red lipstick,” I said, wanting to regain a semblance of control over the situation, over myself. “Wear red.” My voice was raspy with need.

Eva’s sweet smile tugged on something in my chest, and I raised my hand to rub at it as if it were a physical pain.

I texted Tristan to let him know we’d arrived as she carefully applied layers of makeup.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?” she asked, brushing eyeshadow over her lids .

“Wear makeup? You’re fucking stunning, and you don’t need it.”

Eva laughed, still sweet but tinged with a hint of mockery.

“So like a man to think makeup is just making myself look pretty. Makeup is armor, a shield against the cruelty of the world. When I’ve got my face on, I’m put-together-can-take-on-anything-Eva, the Eva I’d like to be, rather than the hot-mess Eva I am when no one’s looking.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I sat in silence, watching her finish her look with a deep red lipstick that somehow made her cheeks look pinker and her eyes greener.

She looked at me, her eyes still sweet, and god, if I could have bottled that look and kept it with me forever, I would have. I unlocked the doors and got out of the car, only for Tristan, fucking Tristan, to beat me to opening Eva’s.

Better that way, I told myself. Let her hate me and fall for him. It’s what all three of us deserved anyway.

“Morning,” Tristan greeted me, grinning and handing me a coffee. “Black like your soul,” he said then handed Eva her own. “Almond milk latte with vanilla syrup and an extra shot of espresso.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, smiling up at him. “You remembered.”

“I remember everything about you, kitten.”

Watching Tristan hand her that perfectly-made-for-her coffee sent jealousy burning through my veins.

But this wasn’t about possession, no matter how deep my obsession ran.

This was about keeping her close, keeping her controlled.

Every sweet gesture from Tristan just gave me more leverage.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe I’d start to believe it .

I tightened my arm around her waist, feeling her phone in her pocket. “Remember our deal,” I murmured against her ear.

When I tugged her back toward me, inexplicably possessive, she didn’t protest like I expected. She just relaxed against my side and let me hold her close.

“You did so good in the car,” I murmured in her ear. “Showing me how you like to touch yourself, asking me if you could come.”

Eva didn’t say anything, just sipped her coffee as Tristan watched us, just far enough away that he wouldn’t be able to make out my whispered words.

“I need you to do that every time from now on, all right? No orgasms unless I give you permission first.” I was drunk on the power of controlling Eva’s climaxes. All the games we could play ran through my mind, leaving me hard and aching for her.

She glared up at me with betrayal in her eyes. “Fuck you, Cole,” she snarled, her sweet and compliant mood dissipating entirely.

“We’ll get there, sparrow. I promise.”