Page 55 of Dangerous Games

Bronwyn’s eyes widen in disbelief that I’m not giving in to what we both want. My eyes bore into hers as I reach across her and into her nightstand, pulling out the purple toy.

I tug at her thong; the strings snapping against her skin as I tear it off her body. She hisses from the sting as small red marks on either side of her hips appear.

“So sorry, baby,” I say, giving her a mocking smirk. We both know I’m not.

“No, you’re not.” She glares. “How did you know that was in there?”

“Don’t all women keep secrets in their nightstand drawer?” I ask, holding her gaze as I press the power button, feeling the toy come to life in my hand.

I bring it to my lips, licking the silicone tongue that tastes like her. I spit on it, making sure it’s good and wet before lowering it to her clit. Bronwyn gasps as she arches her back, her head slamming back onto the pillow.

“Oh my god,” she moans as she squirms for more.

“What do you need, cara?”

She looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, enough to bring me to my knees. “You know.”

“I need you to tell me.”

Bronwyn lets out a frustrated whine. She looks close to tears. “I need you.”

“Tell me who owns you.”

Chapter

Seventeen

BRONWYN

Ican’t think.

I can barely breathe.

My senses are full of him. He’s everywhere. His hands are burned into every inch of flesh he touches as he takes me higher and higher. I’m teetering on the edge of the cliff. He knows it’s not enough to push me over the edge.

Without warning, he turns the speed of the toy up, making the silicone tongue lap at my clit faster; the vibrations coming on that much stronger. The familiar tingling sensation I crave is starting at the base of my spine, but it’s not enough. He knows it’s not enough.

“Tell me who owns you, cara, and I’ll give you this dick,” Gio rumbles, making my inner walls clench.

The thought of him stretching me again is almost enough to send me over the edge. Almost.

“You do,” I choke out. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the desperation I feel for his cock. My pussy feels empty and hollow, craving a feeling only he can fulfill.

The toy shuts off, and Gio tosses it on the bed before quickly shedding his boxers. He settles between my legs, and I feel his thick head at my entrance. He doesn’t give me a warning before slamming home, making my back arch as my hands latch onto his back. I drag my nails down, breaking skin as the light pain from the stretch of him subsides. My inner walls clenching him tight, not wanting to let him go.

“Fuck, yeah,” Gio growls in my ear as he nuzzles my neck. “It feels good to be home.”

His pace is fast and hard, leaving nothing and taking everything.

“Gio,” I whine. It’s so close but so far away.

“Let go, baby. I got you. Christ, I’ll always fucking catch you.”

His thumb goes to my clit as he thrusts deep, and I’m gone. A scream rips from my throat as I soar over the edge. Gio lets out a curse as I take him with me, emptying everything he has inside me.

I feel like I’m floating as Gio collapses on top of me. I take his weight. He feels like a warm blanket. I’ve never felt safer in my entire life than I do in this moment. Gio places a kiss on my lips before he pulls out of me and rolls off to the side, wrapping me up in his arms.

I let out a whimper at the loss of him.