Page 121 of Wanna Play A Game?

Ryder purposely draws it out, dragging the knife softly up and down my skin. Fucker. I try not to struggle.

“You’ve been quite the brat. I still don’t know if you even deserve for me to do this to you.”

Real fear runs through me, and the memory of him rejecting me last night comes flooding back. I try to push up, earning another sharp tug at my scalp. Tears prick my eyes.

“No, no. You don’t have a choice anymore. Lay still and accept what I have to give to you, fucking whore.”

A burning bite of pain digs into my lower back, and I stiffen. The pain is sharp and makes every instinct in my body scream to fight. I resist, lying still so he doesn’t fuck up his mark. Butdamn, if it doesn’t hurt just as bad as I remember it hurting. Each cut is like a hot brand to my skin, and I feel the blood pooling.

“Fuck, you bleed so prettily for me.” The sharp pain is replaced by a tugging as Ryder leans down and licks the wound. Ryder groans into me, and I can’t help but moan. A pleasured fog starts to wrap my mind in a buzzing peace.

Ryder leans up and goes to the next letter, alternating between cutting and licking until I’m in a haze of pain, and the world feels far away.

I vaguely feel him yanking my pants down.

“You don’t deserve any lube, once again, Sawyer. You’re the biggest goddamn glutton for punishment I’ve ever seen.”

No, that’s Cali.

Ryder gives a hard smack on my ass that barely pulls me out of the haze of the pain in my back. Fuck, it feels good to get lost in the fog.

I feel Ryder at my entrance.

“Don’t tense up for me, boy. You know I’ll take great joy in making this hurt.”

I force my body to relax. Still, Ryder shoves inside me with brutal force, the way he knows I like it. I can’t help the groan that rips from me. This pain is sharp and ripping, and he gives no leeway.

Tears well in my eyes against my will.

“Fuck,” Ryder grunts, pulling out of me and pounding back in. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good. Does that hurt, brat?”

“No.”

Despite myself, a tear leaks out of my eye.

Ryder smacks my fresh wound. “You’re such a terrible liar. I love it.”

I cry out this time, locked in pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Miles walk in.

“Ah, Miles. Want a piece of this ass?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to subside. It has to soon. Fuck, it burns like hell. Slowly, the throbbing lessens.

“On your knees, Sawyer.”

I blink, realizing this wasn’t the first time Ryder said it. His voice is gentle for a second, and then I make eye contact with him, and he smirks. “Miles is going to take your ass next. Don’t you dare think about coming.”

I stiffen and glance behind me. Miles has never topped a man before, although he’s said in passing he thinks he’d be down.

Miles looks at me with open lust. “You okay with this?”

I look around for Cali. She’s not here. “Don’t fucking ask me that, it ruins the mood, fucker.” I look down at the floor. “Either take it or don’t, I don’t give a fuck.”

Ryder smacks my ass again. “That was an enthusiastic yes. Come here.” He spits on his hand and grips Miles’ dick. “Just like fucking a pussy.”

“What would you know about that?” I grit. “You won’t even talk to the one in your house.”

“I think he needs something to shut him the fuck up, don’t you think?” Ryder steps around me and kneels, shoving his dick into my face. “Jerk it. If you hurt me, I’ll make what you feel right now feel like a butterfly kiss.”