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“Hey! Hey, wait a minute, you’re out!” She backed away as I advanced, her victory celebration cut short. My vision was tunneling, narrowing in on that freckled face whose smugness was quickly shifting to worry. “I shot you, Lucas! You’re cheating!”
She almost stumbled over debris, dodging into the first classroom on her left. I came in after her, immediately greeted by another paintball straight to the chest. Damn it, that one was going to leave a welt. She shrieked as I took aim, barely dodging the paintball that exploded against the wall beside her.
“Why…won’t…you…go…down?!” She fired with every word, each ball hitting me square in the chest as I kept coming. Her eyes grew wider with every step, realization dawning on her as she was torn between fight or flight.
She didn’t get to win this. Not against me.
She leapt away as I lunged for her, sprinting back out of the room as I gave chase. I aimed again — missed. Damn it. She scrambled halfway down the stairway and then leapt, landing in a crouch before she kept running. Why was she fucking fast? My lungs were aching as I chased her at full speed down the dark hallway below, then through the open doors into the courtyard.
She kept glancing back over her shoulder, eyes wide, panting for breath. God, that expression on her face made me want to grab her, dig my fingers into her skin, feel her writhe and struggle against me. I spotted Jason peering down from one of the windows above and heard him fire, but we were both running too fast to be hit.
Jess burst through the doors on the opposite side of the courtyard and we were back inside. She turned so fast that I skidded on the floor, bracing myself against the lockers on the wall as she turned to face me.
Her face was red, her hair wild, her chest heaving for breath. I felt like I’d run a goddamn marathon. I was gasping for air as my eyes narrowed in on her.
“Give up,” she demanded, taking aim at me again. “I have plenty more ammo and you haven’t hit me once, loser!”
Loser. Oh…oh-ho, she’d done it now.
I fired, striking her shoulder. She yelped, clutching where she’d been hit, and I took full advantage. The next paintball hit her chest, the next hit her thigh, and she yelled, swearing at me furiously.
“That fucking hurts, you asshole!” She ducked into a classroom and crouched behind the large desk in front of the blackboard. I was out of ammo anyway. I tugged the strap on my gun until it was resting against my back, out of my way, before I went to grab her.
Little brat was still fighting. She had her finger on the trigger, and she started firing the moment I stepped around the desk. Paintballs at close range hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t care. The pain got my dick hard, and I suddenly didn’t give a fuck about winning or losing this stupid game. I cared about putting Jessica in her place.
I disarmed her, pinning her down, and wrenching the gun out of her hands. I shoved it away, sending it skittering across thefloor before she could manage to grab it again. She was so damn slippery that she almost got away, but I hauled her to her feet and held her back against me, my hand gripped around her throat.
“You’re fucking cheating!” she snarled furiously. The way she was wiggling was rubbing her ass on my cock, and I couldn’t help grinding against her. She growled again when she felt me do it, snapping, “God, you’re such a pervert, Lucas! You sicko!”
Every furious word spurred me on. She fought with all her strength, pouring out her fury, but she could have simply called her safeword and gotten away. She could have, yet she didn’t.
“Call red, Jess,” I said, my voice tight as I struggled to keep her in place. She was fighting so hard, but if I wasn’t careful, I’d hurt her, and I didn’t want to do that. “Call it, now. Give up.”
She laughed, the sound maniacally mocking. “Give up? Oh yeah, I bet you wish I’d give up.” She did it again, grinding her ass against me. She was doing it on purpose now. “You lost! I got you just like I said I would.”
She almost wrenched herself out of my hold, but I snatched her back. I pressed her against the wall, pinned there by the throat. There was nothing but defiance in her eyes as she looked at me, our bodies pressed so close that I could feel her chest rise and fall with every breath.
“Why won’t you fucking call it?” I said. “Why don’t you stop trying? You’re not going to win.”
Her lips pulled back from her teeth. “I already won and you cheated! You — Goddamn it!” She rested her head back against the wall, eyes closed for a moment as she panted. “Why don’t you admit it? I got you. Why don’t you…I wish…”
She opened her eyes again. Those green irises stared into mine, full of confusion and sincerity and something so strange I didn’t dare put a word to it.
“You wishwhat?” I said. “That I’d play fair? Because I don’tfucking play that way, sweetheart.”
She was still pushing back against me, but I could tell she was wearing out, her arms beginning to shake. Thank God for that, because I didn’t know how much more energy I had left to try to fight her.
“I wish you didn’t hate me,” she said, and it felt as if my entire world ground to a halt.
“Hate you?” I said. “You think…you think I hate you?”
Her nails dug into my wrists as she nodded. She looked so angry, so…hurt. Fuck.
I moved my hand up, from gripping her throat to gripping her chin. She was so strong it stunned me. Every time I moved her, I had to fight for it. We were close enough to breathe the same air, and I didn’t want any more space between us.
“I wish I hated you,” I said. Her face tensed, tightened — contorted with confusion. “Everything would be so much fucking easier if I hated you.”
There was a long moment where we merely looked at each other. Her eyes roamed over my face, uncertain, disbelieving.
