Page 30 of Ruthless Game

But then, so was I, my cock going hard so fast, it took me by surprise. Could I blame it? Before, she’d been a fairytale princess. Now she was a mythical goddess brought to life, and it took everything in me not to kneel at her feet and worship every inch of her.

“Goddamn,” I said, although I hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

She jumped and her eyes shot open.

“Good girl, keep looking at me,” I said, even though I hadn’t wanted to compliment her at all. It was like I had no control over my voice, my brain, my body. Not when her blue eyes locked on mine and held a heady mix of rage and desire in their depths. Her hands leapt up to cover her breasts.

“Nope,” I told her. “Hands down. Don’t act shy. I’m going to look my fill, and that’s going to take a whole fucking while. Get comfortable.”

Glaring at me, she lowered her hands slightly, cupping and squeezing her tits as if daring me.

I’d take that dare.

Making my way toward her, I bent my head down to her unintentional offering, rubbing my facial hair against her chest. I wanted to leave beard and mustache burn, everywhere. Leave my claim on her skin for days.

And then I bit her right nipple.

Shocked, Emma cried out, a perfect, tortured sound that made my cock get thicker, harder, longer. She tried to pull away, but I gripped her thick, succulent waist, digging my fingers into her sides to hold her still as I bit and sucked, bit and sucked. Her skin tasted perfect, she smelled insane—like sweet lavender and a home I’d always wanted but never had—and if I couldn’t capture some control, I would humiliate myself in front of her.

Releasing her nipple, I switched to the other one to make sure things were even. Emma was moaning, smacking me with her hands, but I ignored the slaps, too lost in the sensation of my mouth on her skin for the first time in years, the way I’d dreamed about for so long. She could’ve kicked me in the balls and I still would’ve kept going.

The poor girl did try, but years of goalie training had given me lightning reflexes. Releasing her waist with my right hand, I grabbed her thigh moments before her knee hit her target, using it as an excuse to shove my hand between her thighs.

Her soaked thighs.

“Oh, Angel, you’re dripping,” I tsked, ignoring her glare as I tried to hide how hungry I was for her. Actually, fuck that, I didn’t have to hide anything anymore. In the past, I’d tried to tamp down on my raging desire for her so I didn’t scare her away. I’d told myself we had all the time in the world, that she was too innocent to push. But now? Now I didn’t have to worry about that shit at all.

The reason why I didn’t have to worry about it taunted me in a hissed whisper. She was supposed to only have ever been mine, and she wasn’t.

Mine again though. The rest would have to stop mattering.

And it meant I didn’t have to go easy on her.

“Oh god,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed, hands dropping to her sides as I began to play with her pussy, teasing her clit with my thumb, parting her lips with soft, teasing touches. The power was heady, but the knowledge that I was pleasuring her, providing for her like I used to, filled my head like helium.

So I didn’t get too lost in old boyfriend behavior bullshit, I pulled my hand away, only to slap her between her legs, right over her clit.

Her scream echoed through the gorge, so goddamn satisfying, I had to do it again. And again.

The third time, her whole body froze, muscles tight and squeezing. I remembered Emma’s tell.

“You about to come, Angel?” I asked as I switched to playing with her clit again.

She tried to kill me with her glower, but the pink in her cheeks and on her chest, her rigid stance and rapid breathing gave her away.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to stop me. Tell me when you’re close, and don’t you dare come.”

And then, without preamble, I stuffed two of my fingers inside her pussy and, stabilizing her hip with my other hand, lifted her into the air like she was nothing more than a bowling ball.

Holy shit she was still so fucking tight, tighter when her pussy started clenching wildly around me as she cried out, body trembling so hard, I almost dropped her.

“Don’t you dare come,” I repeated.

Letting gravity do the work, I carried her writhing, desperate body that way, fingers inside her, hand cupping her pussy, other hand gripping her waist, over to what had once been our rock, and laid her down on it.

“Lawson,” she moaned, body going rigid.