Page 32 of Ruthless Game

Pain wrapped around my heart and squeezed.

No more of this. No more feeling. I was going to get my mouth on her, taste her, and make her feel so good she hated it, with my lips, my tongue—and my teeth. And every time she thought she’d finally get release, I’d take it from her, the way she’d taken everything from me.

Bending down, I ran my nose along her slit, inhaling that same sweet, sharp tang of fairytale princess cunt. She smelled like beginnings and belonging and the first time I’d ever felt hope for my future.

And when I put my mouth on her and licked from top to bottom, she tasted like home.

Rain poured down over us, drenching my clothes and bathing Emma’s ethereal body in the fading light. Drowning in the taste of her, my face, beard, and mustache soaked from her needy pussy and my clothes soaked from the rain, I forgot my anger, my need to dominate and conquer, the fact that we were only here because I’d forced her to be. The girl from my memories had become the woman of my dreams, sassy and strong, with a backbone she’d built for herself. As loyal as ever, as loving as ever. None of that loyalty or love was for me anymore.

I wanted it back.

“Look at me,” I rasped, my voice gone. “Fucking look at me, Starburst.”

She did, eyes snapping open, profound desire and heartbreaking longing in her eyes, and I knew the same look was reflected in mine.

“Don’t … don’t …”

“Don’t what?”

“Call me that. Ever.”

That pissed me off. She didn’t get to keep any part of herself from me, not without consequence. But it gave me an idea.

“Tell you what, Starburst. You stop arguing with me, and I’ll make you come. Nod if you agree.”

She nodded immediately, and again, and again, her head jerking around.

Poor baby.

Keeping my gaze on hers, I changed my approach, rubbing my face against her skin and feeling triumphant when she groaned from the sensation of my facial hair. I dropped kisses on her inner thighs, her mound, her pussy lips, following each kiss with a bite and then a kiss and then a bite again, because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hurt or soothe, punish or protect. Above me, she sighed, gasped, bit her lips, moaned, expressive in her need for me.

Making my way up to her clit, I pressed a light kiss to the swollen skin.

“Oh god, Lawson, please⁠—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I captured her poor little clit between my teeth and gently bit down.

“Lawson!”

Call me Max, I thought, but was too busy to say. Too afraid to ask.

So instead I focused on bringing her to the edge again, on getting her all over my face so I’d smell her and taste her, long after I’d let her go.

If I was ever going to let her go. This hunger wasn’t going to be appeased anytime soon.

Ravenous, desperate, I kept her clit trapped between my teeth and tortured it with my tongue, pacified by her own desperate, hungry cries as she tried to writhe beneath me and I held her still and steady with my hands. When she froze underneath me, when I could feel her trip over the edge, I sat back, staring down at her bright red cunt. I knew she was so close that all I had to do was blow on her clit and she’d come so hard she’d black out.

“Wait, Lawson, you, you said …”

I shook my head. “Poor Angel. Poor pussy. I lied. You know what that’s like, don’t you? Lying? I don’t think I’m ever going to let you come. Teasing you feels so good—and you know what? Based on how fucking tight you get, I think you like it, too. Like me being in control. Like me punishing you—because you know you deserve it.”

I licked the taste of her from my lips, and then bent down, pressing a kiss to her wrecked pussy, careful to avoid her clit. And since I felt so damn good, I wanted more from her. So I crawled up the rock and over her bare, shaking body, bending down to kiss her. My cock was harder than the rock we lay on, but I needed my mouth on hers more. Needed to share her taste, her breath, her everything.

But my lips brushed her wet cheek. She’d turned her head away.

“Not that, Lawson. Anything but that.”

Trying to act like she hadn’t just ripped my heart out of my chest with those three little words, I gripped her jaw in my hand, forcing her head to turn back, wrenching her mouth open with my fingers. All I wanted was to kiss her.