Page 114 of Wanna Play A Game?

Ben’s muffled screams are blood-curdling, every muscle in his body tense. Blood shoots to my dick. I like watching him suffer, completely at my mercy.

I lean over Ben’s head, asking softly, “Is this how she sounded? When she was crying for mercy, and you beat her anyway?”

Tears track down Ben’s face. He can’t even hear me right now.

“No, she didn’t cry.” I stroke the top of his head. “She’s braver than you. You’re nothing but a pitiful coward.” I brush a sweaty piece of blonde hair from his forehead. “Pissing yourself when you saw me. You want to know what she did when she saw us?”

A rat squeaks, frantic energy exploding in the cage. Ben fights against his bonds, helplessly straining. My dick hardens further.

“She fought us.” A grin lights up my face. “She threatened to kill me.”

The memory of her fire lights all my nerve endings up. Fuck, my dick is so hard it hurts.

Ben chokes out a cry. I yank my pants down, fisting my dick.

“That’s right, she fought us with everything she had. She’s still fighting us. Stupid, brave woman.” I stroke myself, watching the tears stream down his gray, waxy skin. My balls tighten already.

“Did it make you feel powerful to hurt her, big guy?” I smack his face hard. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Ben’s eyes close, and his whole body convulses. Fuck. He can’t even listen right now. Pussy ass bitch.

The image of Cali’s eyes spitting venom when she told Ryder to just kill her fills my head, and my body locks up in pleasure. It rolls through me, and I come, spurting streams of semen all over Ben’s face. Fuck, she’s so perfect and beautiful. And fucking stupid.

As the orgasm fades, I tuck myself back into my pants.

Fuck. It really stinks in here.

“We’re not done yet.” I pat Ben’s shoulder and move upstairs. I step outside, sucking in a breath of countryside air. The highstarts to fade, and fatigue fills me. I watch the only dark cloud in the sky against the deep purple of twilight.

Ryder’s tone when he taunted Cali about my kills fills my head. He sounded so smug. So sure that I was just like the man who hit her.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I mean, we did kidnap her. She’s not here of her own free will. Shame washes over me. As long as she’s with us, she will never truly have a choice. A slave to new owners who are obsessed with her but still owners.

I rub a hand over my face. Where is Ryder? I need him to beat the feelings out of me. And maybe I’ll beat him too for saying what he did.

As I turn to go back inside, I notice his truck isn’t here.

Damn it. Where the hell did he go?

I march down the hall and pause in front of Sawyer’s closed door. The whole house is quiet. I open it slowly.

It’s dark in the room, and it takes me a minute to adjust, but when I do, I see Sawyer and Cali cuddled up in bed, sleeping. Sawyer has an arm around her. Her hair is wet, and from what I can see, they’re naked.

Despite my mood, my dick twitches. I step into the room, shutting the door softly behind me. Neither of them move. I hear Sawyer snoring, and under that, I hear her soft breaths.

Fuck, they both look so peaceful. Soothing breaths fill my lungs as I watch them. Cali’s lashes are dark against her pale skin, and her mouth is parted in sleep. Sawyer’s freshly shaven, and his skin is smooth. I can smell the aftershave on him.

Damn. I pull in a deep breath. I should leave. Shower, make dinner, fight with Ryder. Then, tend to Ben so I can keep him alive just a little longer.

But I don’t. I watch them sleep. I’m drawn to the bed like there’s a magnetic pull. It feels like the closer I get, the more at peace my heart will be.

Fuck it. I strip my bloody clothes off and lay down beside Cali. I face her so I can see every tiny expression. She shifts a little, closing her mouth and moaning.

Goddamn it. Now I’m rock hard again.

Cali’s breathing evens out, and I can’t help it. I trace a finger along her forehead.

I can’t sleep too long. I need to give the piece of shit IV fluids and patch him up. He doesn’t get to die that quickly on me.