Page 8 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

To my shock, Eva wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged my lips down to hers, devouring me as hungrily as I devoured her.

I dragged my tongue against hers, drowning in the sweet taste of her, vanilla and citrus and summer.

When her fingers tightened in my hair, I wanted to lift her thighs up and drag her sweet pussy against me right there on the dance floor.

“Fuck, sparrow,” I swore, yanking my mouth away from hers. “Text your friend.”

Eva looked at me, lust glazing her eyes before clarity returned, and she scrambled for the tiny purse she wore.

I spun her around so I could prop my chin on her shoulder and watch her unlock it—with a code and not her face. One-nine-seven-nine. I committed it to memory in case I needed it later.

She opened the messaging app and stared at it.

“Sparrow?”

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted quietly. “I don’t know what to say.”

My cock pushed against her back at the same time my heart thumped.

“Haven’t done what before?”

“A one-night stand.”

This is not going to be a one-night stand, I promised her silently. “Tell her you’re going upstairs and make sure she’s okay getting home by herself.”

Eva

Hi.

Rory

Hi from the kitchen. Still flirting?

Eva didn’t reply immediately, so I dropped my lips to her neck to nibble on a sensitive spot behind her ear. When her breath exploded out of her all at once, I knew I’d hit the jackpot. I pulled on her earlobe with my teeth.

“Tell her you’re going upstairs.”

Eva

Are you okay getting home solo?

Rory

EVA!!!!! GET IT!!!!!

Also, I told you so.

Yes, absolutely. See you tomorrow.

“She told you so?”

Eva slid her phone into her purse. “I told you, I had a shitty day. She thought getting out of the house and meeting new people would make me feel better.”

“And did it?” I murmured, moving our hips in time to the music.

Eva spun around in my arms with a sly smile. “That remains to be seen.”

God, she was fucking perfect. And she either had no idea who I was or didn’t care. Her desire for me—not my position on the team, not my future as an NHL player, not as the son of a billionaire—was lightning running through my veins.

“C’mon.” I wrapped my hand around her wrist and tugged her through the party, ignoring my teammates’ looks of surprise. I didn’t do a lot of hookups—too easy for my father to get his claws into women and make my life miserable, too easy for them to take advantage of me.

But Eva felt different. I couldn’t have walked away from her if my life depended on it.

She followed me up the stairs, stopping halfway with a gentle pull on my wrist. She slid past so she was one step above me—still shorter but equalizing our heights a little.

She looked up with uncertainty in her eyes, and I raised my thumb to smooth the furrow between her brows. So fucking cute .

“You okay?” I asked her, surprised by how goddamned much I wanted her to be okay. The thought of turning around and going back downstairs killed me, but not as much as the idea that she might not be as into this as I was.

Why the fuck did I care?

Eva smiled sweetly, then surged up on her toes and brushed her lips against mine. Instead of devouring her like I ached to, I followed her lead, sliding our lips together in a sweetly chaste dance.

When Eva pulled back, her smile lit up my whole goddamned world. I slid past her, tugging her behind me, and never had I been so grateful I’d cleaned my room and made my bed that morning as when we walked in.

“Come here,” I growled, reaching for her waist once we were in my room.

Eva’s breath caught. She took one step forward then stopped, her teeth catching her lower lip. “I shouldn’t want this.”

“But you do.” I crowded her against the wall, caging her with my arms. I dragged my thumb across her lip until she released it. “Don’t you, sparrow?”

A shudder ran through her. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re stunning.” I wrapped my hand around her throat, just firm enough to make her gasp.

“I know you want to forget whatever put those shadows under your eyes. I know you want this, even if you’re telling yourself you shouldn’t.

” She moaned when my fingers teased at the hem of her dress, but when I lifted it, she held my fingers still against her thighs.

“Lights off,” she whispered.

“Fuck no. I want to see you,” I said. “You’re so fucking hot.”

To my surprise, she blushed. Also to my surprise, I loved how pretty she was when she was shy as much as the bold siren using me to distract herself from whatever was bothering her.

When she shook her head, refusing to meet my eyes, I gave in, flicking the switch beside our heads. Immediately, I slid the hem of her dress up and over her hips to reveal her soft stomach, and then I lifted it over her head.

In the moonlight from the open window, Eva’s pale skin contrasted with the black lace of her panties and bra. I wanted to mark every inch of her, leave bite marks and scratches and bruises so the whole fucking world would know who she belonged to.

I brushed my lips against hers, determined to seduce her, only for her to wrap her arms around me and devour me. She tasted like summer and sin, sweet on my tongue as I licked into her mouth. But underneath was something darker—desperate and needy.

Every time she yielded to me, surrendered another inch of control, a darker part of me was thrilled. I wanted to break her. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to make her need this—need me—so badly, she’d never recover.

I shouldn’t want that. But fuck, I did.

“Fuck, Eva,” I whispered against her neck. “You’re gorgeous.”

Instead of answering, she lifted my t-shirt. I helped her undress me and then scooped her up in my arms.

“Cole! I’m too heavy!” she gasped.

“Sparrow, I’d carry you for a hundred miles if it got you into my bed,” I laughed as I dropped her on the bed and covered her with my body, settling between her thighs. “Besides, I bench more than you weigh three times a week. Now let me finish unwrapping my present.”

I cupped her full breasts through the lace of her bra. She arched her back, pushing them into my hands. Experimentally, I pinched a nipple hard, and to my delight, she moaned.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I shoved her bra straps down her shoulders and tugged her breasts out of the cups, revealing large, rosy areolae and tight nipples begging for my mouth.

She writhed under me as I tasted the gorgeous curves of her breasts. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled. “Cole, you’re taking too long.”

“I’m going to take all the time I want to taste you,” I rasped before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking with hard draws.

She whimpered then arched her back, offering those perfect breasts up to me like a goddamned gift.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. “Keep these here. Don’t move.”

“Make me,” she challenged, testing my grip .

Heat surged through me. I tightened my hold until she whimpered. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble, sparrow.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance, even as her body melted against mine. “Promise?”

Bite by bite, taste by taste, I worked my way over her body until I reached the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Eva moaned, and it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

Her skin glistened with sweat, and her pussy—Christ, I couldn’t wait another moment. I dove in, licking up her essence, as summery as the rest of her, electric on my tongue. Fuck, eating this woman out was going to be my new addiction, and the thought was as horrifying as it was thrilling.

I teased her clit with my tongue, slowly, quickly, hard, soft, until I got the reaction I wanted—Eva’s cries turning incoherent. “Cole! What are you—I’ve never?—”

I stopped then moved up her body, dropping a gentle kiss on her mons.

“What do you mean ‘you’ve never’? You’ve never what, sparrow?”

She covered her face with her hands. “Never mind,” she groaned.

I wanted to yank her hands down and force her to spill her secrets so I could drink them down like wine, but she’d run if she knew how violently I wanted her, how deeply I wanted to consume her. So I tugged on her wrists instead. “Tell me.”

“No one’s ever gone down on me before,” she whispered, and the knowledge that this first was mine was a shot of adrenaline.

“Then I’ll have to ruin you for anyone else,” I said as I nipped and licked my way back down her body. So many firsts for Eva tonight, and I wanted to make each and every one of them perfect for her.

When I wrapped my arms around her hips so I could position my meal better, she ground herself into my face, drawing a moan out of me. Fuck yes, take what you need. I’m yours.

My hips pushed into the mattress, seeking relief. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come right there instead of inside her. First, I had to get her ready. Eva clearly didn’t have a ton of experience, despite her bravado, and I intended this to be so good for her, she’d be ruined for other men.

I sucked on her clit, and Eva cried out, her thighs squeezing my head as she writhed. I slid one finger through her folds, then inside her, and she bucked her hips.

“Look at you,” I breathed, staring at my finger inside her as she whined for more. “You’re going to take me, sparrow.”

“I am,” she whimpered, her green eyes opening to catch my gaze. “Please, Cole, don’t make me wait any longer.”

I hummed and added a second finger, stretching her. Eva was so tight. She was going to strangle my cock, and it was going to feel so good.

I licked at her clit as I fucked her with my fingers, and she almost jolted off the mattress. “Cole!”

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I praised her, and her cheeks flushed with shame even as her pussy clenched around my fingers. Oh, she fucking liked that. “A gorgeous little slut, aren’t you?” When she moaned, I knew she loved the degradation too.