Page 54 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

EVA

I awoke to bliss between my thighs, Tristan’s mouth moving over me as my hips pumped in time with the soft sucking on my clit.

When I scraped my fingers over his hair, he looked up, his golden eyes cloudy with lust.

“Good morning,” I rasped.

“It will be,” he promised, before moving up my body and entering me in one, smooth motion. I groaned at the stretch, still sore from the endless pleasure they’d extracted from me the night before. Then his piercings scraped against my insides, and I whined as need wound its way through me.

“Tristan,” I gasped. I loved the comforting weight of him as he moved, so I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles on the firm curves of his ass, encouraging him to come closer before I realized what I was doing.

He cupped my cheek with one hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “How did I get so damn lucky?”

The question was a dash of cold water over the sweetness of the moment. He was lucky because he and his best friend were blackmailing me for sex. My ardor cooled, and I looked from side to side, surprised to see Cole wasn’t in bed with us.

Tristan must have sensed my change in mood, because he lifted up off me, staring into my eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Everything. Nothing. Definitely nothing I wanted to dig deep into while Tristan was fucking me awake.

Last night I’d admitted how much I needed this, how much I needed sex with them, the wild, rough, unconstrained sex during which we all pretended I didn’t have a choice.

This morning I wasn’t ready to be complicit in my own degradation again.

Tristan dropped down, supporting himself with his forearms on either side of my body, and nuzzled my cheek as he continued to fuck me sweetly, slowly, nothing like last night.

I pushed against him.

His brow furrowed, and even though I wanted nothing more than to smooth my thumb over it and reassure him, I refused.

Tristan brushed his lips over mine and then flipped us so I was on top.

I immediately tried to move off him, only for him to dig his fingers into my hips and hold me still.

I hated how this position highlighted every flaw and insecurity about my body, putting my soft belly and sagging breasts on display, every bit of jiggly skin visible. Last night I’d been too blissed out to care.

“Let me go,” I pleaded.

Tristan cocked his head, looking at me, his eyes wandering over my full breasts and pert nipples, the way my belly drooped over him, my thick thighs that spread over his sides.

“Why?”

“I don’t like this position,” I said quietly. The bright morning light highlighted every single one of my flaws, sharpening the contrast between the hard muscles of his athletic body and the wobbly softness of my own.

“Why?”

“What are you, three?” I snapped.

He waited patiently, calmly, not giving me a hard time, just giving me space to answer him. In that moment, the hard walls around my heart cracked a little bit more.

“I don’t like the way I look,” I admitted, my voice so quiet, I could barely hear it. “I don’t like you looking at me like this.”

“Oh, kitten,” Tristan said, running one hand from my hip up to tweak a nipple. “Too fucking bad. I love looking at you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, my cock in your pussy, every inch of your body on display for me, flushed and needy.”

“I—” As kind as his words were, I knew he didn’t mean them. He couldn’t. They were the same as the praise he and Cole offered me during sex—hot, filthy, but ultimately meaningless when they continued to treat me like a toy.

“Kitten,” Tristan growled, his eyes darkening. “Who do you belong to?”

I bit my lip, looking anywhere but at him.

He sat up in the bed, pulling me to him so our torsos pressed together, each movement drawing a whine from me as it changed the position of his cock inside me, rubbing those delicious piercings against my insides.

“Who, Eva?”

He wrapped his huge hands around the cheeks of my ass and gripped me tightly, his fingers digging into the welts from yesterday’s punishment.

I yelped with pain, and he winced but didn’t let me go.

“I don’t like inflicting pain like Cole seems to,” Tristan said.

“But if that’s what I have to do to get through to you, that’s what I’ll do. ”

“No,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his. “You don’t.” I didn’t want him to change to give me something he thought I wanted.

He relaxed his hold and brought one hand up to push a lock of hair out of my face.

“I don’t know how to communicate this any more clearly to you. I want you, Eva, exactly how you are. When I ask how I got so damn lucky, I mean it. I’ll take you however I can get you—with Cole, blackmailing you, whatever it fucking takes. Do not doubt for a moment how much I want you.”

Could he mean it? Could this gorgeous god of a man really mean he wanted me as I was, not as I wished I was—thinner, prettier, richer?

I steeled my heart against the fear of taking the risk, set my hands on his shoulders, and pushed. He grinned as he dropped backward onto the bed.

“Fuck yeah, kitten. Show me what you got.”

Experimentally, I shifted my hips, keeping my eyes on his and refusing to think about the rest of my body, how my belly jiggled with each movement. Oh damn, he felt fucking good.

“Just like that, kitten,” he rasped. “Do that again.”

I did, again and again until I’d found a rhythm, my back arching as I rode him.

“That’s so fucking good, kitten. Don’t stop,” Tristan gasped. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like that, a goddess come to earth to take her pleasure.”

I moaned at his words and closed my eyes, imagining myself as the goddess he described .

“No, kitten. Watch me while you fuck me,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly. “Open your eyes.”

His golden eyes met mine, glowing in the morning light. “C’mere, kitten. Lean on me.”

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his pecs. Oh fuck, the new position felt good.

“There you go,” he said, urging me higher, faster, harder.

“Help me, please,” I pleaded, unable to find the rhythm I needed to get myself off.

“Fuck yes,” he said, bucking his hips up into me. Together, we fucked, eyes locked on each other, until I couldn’t bear it any longer. “Tristan, please,” I begged.

“I have you, Eva,” he promised and slid a hand between us, circling his fingers around my clit. “I promise.”

“Tristan!” I cried as I climaxed, pleasure jolting through my limbs until I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and collapsed against his chest as he shouted my name and came inside me.

I laid on top of him, covered in sweat, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. He held one hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair, scratching my scalp in slow, comforting movements.

“Goddess,” Tristan murmured. “Aphrodite risen from the sea, Athena waging war against Ares, Hera—soft and sweet, keeping the hearth for Zeus to come home to.”

I snorted against his shoulder, indulging in the comfort of his touch for a few more minutes before facing the reality of our situation.

“I’m not sure that’s quite how the story goes for Hera.”

“Hush,” he said and kissed my forehead. “You’re my goddess, and I say it’s so. Now, I believe Cole said we were taking you shopping today?”

Cole dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt was dangerous. Cole dressed in slacks and a half-buttoned shirt, his hair styled, looking like he just stepped out of a photoshoot, was absolutely devastating.

“Ready?” he asked me.

I looked down at the oversized t-shirt Tristan had tossed at me after my shower. “Did you have to ruin my clothes last night?”

Haruto poked his head in the door. “He did what?”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Cole said.

Tristan immediately stood and blocked Haruto’s view. “I don’t give a shit if there’s a game tonight, you asshole. Get your eyes off my girl, or I’m going to gouge them out.” His fists clenched, and I leapt out of the bed, determined to stop a fight before it could start.

Cole stopped me with an arm across my belly. “Don’t get involved.” His eyes were glittering with amused malice.

Haruto’s deep belly laugh echoed in the hallway. “All right, Tristan. I’m not looking. But my last girlfriend was probably close to her size. She left in a huff after Katie pulled some regular Katie shit and never came to pick her stuff up.”

Katie’s voice floated in from the hallway.

“You assholes destroyed her clothes? Lemme see if Linh has something that would work.” Linh was another puck bunny who floated in and out—a beautiful woman with long black hair, softly angular eyes, and the cutest damn smile I’d ever seen.

She was as curvy as me, but she wore it like a goddamned model.

Tristan shut the door on her voice then turned to look at me, his eyes dark and angry. “Nobody gets to look at that ass but me.”

Cole cocked his head. “Wrong. Our little toy’s an exhibitionist, and I intend to parade her around campus like the slut she is.”

“No,” Tristan said firmly.

“Yes,” Cole snarled.

If I were a better woman, I wouldn’t have considered whether I could use this disagreement to drive a wedge between the two friends and possibly free myself from this Faustian bargain I’d struck.

Cole advanced on his best friend. “She likes it.”

Tristan looked at me over Cole’s shoulder, his eyes softening in a way that pinched my chest. “She likes it when we look at her. She won’t like it when the rest of the world does.”

Cole laughed, wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and dragged me to him. Roughly, he shoved his hand between my thighs and into my pussy. I winced. Even with the sloppy mess Tristan left earlier, I wasn’t ready for him.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you slut. You loved it when Tristan played with you in the library. You’ve loved it every time we caught you in a stairwell or a closet this week. And you’re creaming yourself at the idea of us playing with you in public, aren’t you?”