Page 32 of Cruel Games

Orlando grinned. “Ken and Max are polar opposites. The only thing they have in common is their appearance.”

“Why are you two planning a threesome with me when you’re interested in Elizabeth?” I asked.

Maxwell frowned. “I’m not.”

“Neither am I,” said Orlando.

I folded my arms across my chest. “You expect me to believe that?”

“We’re just supporting Ken,” said Maxwell. “He’s the one desperate to impress her.”

My eyes narrowed. While the explanation made a sick kind of sense, the conversation I had overheard in the bathroom made me believe the boys would go to any lengths to please Elizabeth, no matter who they hurt.

“You expect me to believe that after the way you’ve treated me?” I asked.

“We didn’t carry out any of those pranks.”

I wrinkled my nose. “But you stood by and laughed.”

Orlando patted my knee. “We would have stepped in if they went too far.”

Half of me wanted to shove that hand away, and the more sexual side of me wanted it to slip further up my legs and tell him to get to work. I shook off those thoughts. “What’s going to happen when we get to the academy?”

Maxwell’s lips grazed the column of my neck. “Anything you want.”

It was a cheap distraction, but the flutter between my legs told me it was working. “How about bondage?” My hand slid over his leather-clad thigh. “I’ve always wanted to tie up a guy while riding his cock.”

Maxwell stilled. “We can do that.”

Orlando took my empty glass and set it aside. “Wouldn’t you like us to tie you up?”

Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I parted my legs and placed Maxwell’s hand on my thigh. “Been there, done that. I’m so horny I need to pin you both down and fuck you all night.”

With a moan, Orlando’s lips crashed onto mine, ending the conversation. If I could tie them down, it would give me time to find the cameras. We continued kissing and caressing each other for the rest of the journey, pausing only to sip champagne.

As the limo passed the gatehouse, Maxwell slipped his fingers under my lace thong. A bolt of pleasure burst out from my clit, making me moan. He stroked maddeningly slow circles, making me twitch and pulse with need.

The vehicle stopped, and Orlando stepped out.

“Where’s he gone?” I whispered into our kiss.

“Fluffing up the pillows, straightening out his room, and fetching some condoms.”

More like getting the camera ready. Pushing away those thoughts, I rolled my hips, increasing the friction. As long as I kept my head, the plan would work, I’d gain power over the boys, and no one would bother me again during my time at Templar Academy.

“Are you ready, Lilah?” he asked in a voice that made my nipples tingle.

Each swirl of his finger over my clit, each press of his lips on my neck melted my resolve and turned the last of my good sense to mush. If I didn’t want to go to bed a frustrated mess, I’d have to follow him to Orlando’s room.

Chapter 12

Maxwell’s heavy breaths filled my ears, his lips and fingers pushing me toward that delicious precipice. The pressure building up in my core edged toward the tipping point, and I bit down hard on my lip. Just before I was about to climax, he pulled away, depriving me of his talented fingers.

My eyes snapping open, I choked back a frustrated sob. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you warmed up for the main event.” After shouldering on a leather biker jacket, he opened the limousine’s door and held out his hand. “We don’t want to finish before we even start. Come on. Orlando and I will make you feel even better.”

I clenched my teeth. This was such an asshole move. Any reservations I had about teaching them a lesson splintered away, leaving only the vengeance I had felt in the bathroom. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of the vehicle.