Page 71 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

ALEKSANDR

Eva stared up at Cole like he’d hung the moon for her, and I tamped down hard on my jealousy.

There was more to their relationship than I’d known.

I’d suspected that, and I’d ignored it because I was so focused on getting Eva’s lips wrapped around my cock.

What else had I missed while she distracted me?

His hand slid down to her throat, freeing himself from her grip then tightening. Eva whimpered before she could stop herself, and goddammit, they were stunning, with Tristan’s arm around her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek while Cole limited her air supply.

I tugged hard on her hair, tilting her gaze up to mine. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Eva’s eyes were so fucking expressive, I could see the trepidation.

If I were a better man, I’d stop this right now.

I’d sit my three students down and drag the story out of them, force them to confess their sins, then help them find a way out.

Instead, all I could think about was the slide of our bodies, Eva’s mouth on my skin, my cock plunging into her tight, wet cunt .

When she didn’t answer me, I yanked hard, drawing a whimper out of her. “Eva?” When she still didn’t answer, I told the boys, “Give her some space.”

“Fuck you,” Cole snarled, and my gaze snapped to his. Unlike at practice, he didn’t back down.

“I said, give her some space.”

“Sir, it’s fine,” Eva said, wrapping her fingers around Cole’s wrist as if to hold it there. “I want them—” Her voice broke, as if she were holding back a sob. “I want all three of you here, with me.”

None of us moved.

A tear trickled down her cheek, and I hated myself for causing her pain, hated what I’d done to her since she walked into my office, hated that I’d wanted to use her to hurt her father, hated the man I’d become.

“Stay with me,” she rasped. “I’m begging you.”

Tristan leaned in to kiss the top of her head, his lips brushing against my fingers and sending sparks of electricity crackling through me. “You don’t have to beg for anything tonight, okay? Whatever’s going on, we’re here. I promise.”

Cole’s lips twisted unhappily, but his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Tristan’s a liar, sparrow,” he growled. “You’ll beg, beg, and beg some more.” He released her throat and stepped away. “Get on the bed.”

The understanding in Eva’s eyes as she looked at Cole took my breath away. She, too, saw through his cruelty to the complex man underneath.

Tristan’s hand slid from Eva’s shoulder to her back, drawing small circles there. His expression held none of Cole’s sharpness, but I recognized the same possessiveness in his gentle touch.

I tugged on her hair one more time to check on her, to make sure she truly wanted to be treated the way Cole treated her.

While Eva met my gaze, Tristan stood and joined Cole beside the bed.

Eva smiled tentatively, scared and determined and strong and every fucking thing I loved about her.

“I want this,” she said, her voice soft and low and unsure.

I hated the uncertainty, as if she wasn’t sure I’d approve, as if this were my choice and not hers.

I stood and offered her my hand. “Then you’ll have it.”

She kept my hand in hers as we walked to the bed, and I marveled at her trust in me—a man who’d forced her into sexual servitude for a job, who’d intended to use her as an instrument of revenge.

I vowed to earn her trust, whatever it took.

“This is awkward,” Tristan said, interrupting my thoughts with an open, easy grin. “How do we even…?”

Eva giggled, and Christ, I wanted to hear more of her joy. To my surprise, Cole’s expression turned tender at the sound.

“Hey,” he said softly as she sat down. He pushed her hands away from her buttons so he could undo them himself, the movement uncharacteristically gentle. “Why did you come to Coach’s room?”

Cole’s question held more than simple curiosity. His eyes darted between Eva and me, a flash of raw vulnerability crossing his face before he masked it with his usual arrogance.

“I needed to get out of my head, and I didn’t want to wake you and Tris up,” Eva answered, and god, she flayed me alive. She came to me when she needed peace and calm. I’d known it—she’d been visiting my office for weeks now—but to hear her admit it, that I gave her something no one else could? —

Cole flinched. It wasn’t enough for Eva to notice, but I caught it—the momentary crack in his armor. He turned away, jaw working as he processed her words. When he turned back, his voice was rough.

“Is that still what you need?” he asked her.

She scoffed, the sound almost bitter. “Yes.”

Tristan moved closer to Cole, his hand brushing Cole’s lower back in a gesture so quick I nearly missed it, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their own relationship beyond Eva.

Cole closed his eyes as if he were in pain then scrubbed his face. “Do you need?—”

“I need to not have to make so many fucking decisions,” she snapped. His eyebrows shot up, and after a long, silent moment, his lips twisted into a sharp grin.

“Do you need to be my mindless little slut, not a thought in her head except pleasing me?” Cole’s voice dropped lower, crueler, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

“A sweet little fucktoy who doesn’t have to think about anything, worry about anything, except whether I’m going to take a strap to your ass or fuck it raw until you can’t walk straight tomorrow? ”

To my shock, Eva’s lips parted as she stared at Cole. Her breathing sped up as he finished unbuttoning the shirt before pushing it off her shoulders and revealing her glorious tits.

I looked at her with new eyes as she waited for Cole’s next instruction. She’d responded to my careful degradation, but Cole’s cruelty was another level.

“Crawl to me,” he snapped, kneeling on the other side of the bed and stripping off his t-shirt. “Then suck my cock like the filthy little fucktoy you are.”

“A gorgeous fucktoy,” Tristan added, running his hands up her curves as he settled against the headboard. “So fucking perfect for us.”

As Tristan’s hands traced Eva’s body, I noticed a tremor in them—subtle, barely there. For all his easy smiles and gentle touches, Tristan was fighting for control just as fiercely as Cole and me.

Eva tugged on Cole’s sweatpants, freeing his cock, and immediately licked it like a lollipop. I hardened at the sight. Fucking gorgeous.

Cole tugged on Tristan’s hand until they knelt together on the bed, their muscled builds gleaming in the warm light of my hotel suite.

“Beautiful,” Tristan murmured, stroking a finger along the curve of her neck, and Eva’s eyes fluttered closed.

“She knows,” Cole said roughly, but his voice held an affection that surprised me as his hands combed through her hair. “Don’t you, sparrow?”

Eva swayed between the two of them, her body flushed with arousal.

“That’s it, you greedy little slut,” Cole said, his voice rough with approval as Eva’s mouth found him, her lips wrapping around his cock while her hand reached for Tristan. Her shoulders relaxed for the first time all evening as she lost herself in his cruel words.

“Such a good girl for us,” Tristan continued, guiding her head back and forth as she sucked on Cole. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth full of cock while we give you what you need.”

Eva moaned and adjusted her position so she could push down Tristan’s shorts, revealing his cock—pierced, to my surprise. She tilted her head back and took him deep into her throat.

Her bare cunt gleamed, drenched without anyone having to touch it. I slid my fingers through her folds, shaking with the realization that I was touching her, that I could touch her, that she wanted me to touch her.

“That’s right, malyshka,” I murmured, low and commanding. “Let me feel how wet you are for us. Show me how much you want this. How much you need it.”

Fuck, her skin was so goddamned soft, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her and feast.

Nothing was stopping me, so I knelt behind her and wrapped my arms around her thighs, nuzzling her skin, inhaling her vanilla-citrus scent before lapping at her core.

Fuck, she tasted so goddamned good, like cool water in the desert. I spread her legs, uncaring whether it made it hard for her to suck the others’ cocks, and dove in, licking, sucking, inhaling every drop of her sweetness.

“Are you soaked for him, sparrow? Dripping down Coach’s beard because you love it when we call you a whore?

Because you know that’s what you are—our personal little cum slut?

Bet you’d let us parade you naked through the locker room if we told you to, wouldn’t you?

Let the whole team see what a desperate, cock-hungry slut you really are. ”

Eva moaned and arched her back. Yes, she fucking was dripping into my beard. I’d never wash it. Fuck.

I couldn’t see what Cole and Tristan were doing to her, and I didn’t care. My entire focus was the cunt in front of me, her sweet moans and whimpers as I ate my fill. She shook and quivered and begged incoherently.

“Spank her, Coach,” Cole ordered from far above my head.

I ignored him, flicking my tongue over her clit until she squirmed and writhed above me .

“Such a good girl for me, malyshka,” I murmured against her sweet flesh.

A hand descended from above and spanked her, hard. Eva jerked and moaned.

“She fucking likes it,” Cole said.

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

Eva pulled back from the boys, rearing up on her knees so she could look over her shoulder at me. I’d never seen anything more gorgeous—her red hair long and tangled, her skin flushed and glimmering with a sheen of sweat, her eyes glazed with lust, and her lips, Christ, swollen and bruised.

“Sir, I?—”

“Christ, she’s fucking sure,” Cole snapped. “Look at her—a perfectly trained little pain slut. Bet you’d take a belt, a paddle, anything we wanted to use on this luscious ass, wouldn’t you? Just to prove what a good little whore you can be.”