by G. Bailey
“You want more than a quick fuck,” I’m quick to admit, knowing he isn’t going to drop the subject. I bite my lip as I run my eyes over his soft blonde hair and think about how good it would feel to hold onto it while his mouth gets hard at work between my legs. I shake my head, dropping the thought before I do something stupid.
“Why do you think that?” He tilts his head to the side.
“It’s the way you look at me. It’s your nature, Ethan. You make sure everyone in this academy thinks your playful and that you don’t give a fuck about anything, but that’s not the truth. The truth is, you want to own someone like me, make sure you have something permanent in your life. I know it because I once wanted the same thing,” I explain to him the answer I was holding back. It’s a classic foster kid problem—wanting to own someone who won’t leave.
“I just want to fuck you, Regan,” he all but tensely growls.
“Then fuck me and let me walk away. If you can, I’ll believe you,” the words leave my lips before I’ve thought them through.
Fuck it. I want him and it’s only sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than feeling good.
Hopefully.
“Deal.”
And then he kisses me, grabbing me and pulling me closer to him at the same time as lifting me onto the desk and parting my legs.
I break apart our kiss for a moment to slide his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and I stare in a daze at his perfect abs, the impressive muscles he has literally everywhere. I watch as he slowly flicks open the buttons on his trousers one by one until letting his trousers drop to the floor. He pushes his boxers down next and I grin as he grips his hard cock in his hand, rubbing it slowly as he watches me.
It’s so fucking sexy.
His eyes flicker with a burning desire as he leans closer and kisses me, ripping my shirt open in the same moment. His hands expertly pull my bra down, revealing my nipples. He flicks them with his fingers as I moan into his mouth, rubbing myself against his hard cock pressed between my legs.
“You are fucking everything, Regan,” he murmurs again while trailing a line of kisses and biting my skin as he moves along my shoulders and neck. “I’ve waited so long for this. For you.”
I moan in response and roll my head back, enjoying the feel of him as his hands caress my body.
“I want nothing more than to fuck you.” Another kiss, followed by a little nip. “I want to fuck you until you remember nothing but my cock and my name.” He flips me over so quickly that I gasp for breath, and pushes me against the desk as he pushes my skirt up. I look over my shoulder as he slides his hands over my ass and then slaps one of cheeks, hard enough to hurt.
But fuck does the pain feel good.
“What are you waiting for then, Ethan? Fuck me.”
His eyes lock onto mine and within seconds he’s pulling my panties down and stepping between my legs. He slides his fingers over my lower lips, grinning at me.
“Are you on the pill, Regan?”
“Yeah,” I whisper almost breathlessly as he braces his cock at my entrance.
“You ready?” His eyes are filled with lust, reflecting exactly what I’m feeling inside, as he runs the tip of his cock over my pussy.
“Please,” I beg him, a sudden need for his cock consuming me.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone this bad before.
He’s inside of me in seconds, filling me, claiming my within an inch of my life. I grab the edge of the desk for support as he thrusts hard in and out of me, making the desk screech as it slides against the classroom floor. I’m nothing but pleasure as he fucks me harder and his hand slides under me, his thumb finding my clit. I hold my breath as he makes me spiral uncontrollably. My body is building up so much pressure that it feels so good, so fucking good. I’m getting close to coming, and I know that he senses it because he speeds up, thrusting into me hard and fast while viciously circling my clit.
“Come on my cock,” he orders me, his grip on my body tightening. “I want to know how it feels to own you, Regan. Fucking come.”
I feel like I break into a million pieces as I explode with pleasure and he groans, thrusting one more time before I feel his come filling me up. We both collapse onto the desk, breathless as he pulls out of me and picks up his clothes. I pull my panties back on, feeling like Ethan is still inside me as I pick up my bags. Ethan grabs my waist, tugging me to him. His lips brush against mine like nothing more than a wisp of air before he lets me go.
“You were right. I’m not letting you go now.” I knew he would say that, and it makes me feel good despite that I know it shouldn’t.
“See you around, Ethan.” I say and I move away, knowing I need to leave before I say something stupid. I’ve now slept with two of the guys on my list. What the fuck is wrong with me? I head outside, where I totally forgot Rory was waiting for me, and his cheeks are stained pink.
Shit, he must have heard everything.
I watch him for a second as he meets my gaze, his breaths laboured and his eyes dilated.
I wonder if he liked what he heard. I wonder if he wanted to join in?
Before I can think about it any longer, I walk away and head back to my room. Law was my last class of the day and I need a shower. I bump into Charlie on my way back, but thankfully she doesn’t talk too long before I can escape to my room.
The second I enter my room and shut the door, I step on a letter on the floor.
Not another one.
I lean down, picking it up and quickly opening the black envelope.
For the first time since reading a letter from my Truth, I smile.
It’s finally time to end this game!
I run over to my bed, pulling out the box from underneath and using my finger to unlock the fingerprint scanner. The box clicks open and I pick up my best friend, running my thumb along the word VYPER carved into the leather handle. My mother gave me this gun when I arrived home after my first kill six years ago. It was my father’s and has been passed through the Hall family since we claimed our first seat at the High Table eighty-one years ago. I grip the gun into my hand, and smile.
This game ends tonight.
One way or another.
“Rory, can you come in for a second? I want to tell you something,” I say, steeling my gaze on his own as I stand in the doorway to my bedroom. I need to get him out of the way, or I’m never going to get into the woods like I need too.
“What is it, Hall?” he growls, stepping into my room.
I move closer, shutting the door behind him and making our bodies press against each other. Before he can ask anything else, I lean up and press my lips to his, and at the same time, I slam a needle into his neck.
“What the fuck!” His eyes widen ever so slightly before he collapses onto his knees, and his body slowly falls back onto the carpet.
“I’m sorry. You won’t remember much, and you’ll have a headache, but at least you’re not dead,” I inform the now passed out Rory as I cover him with a blanket.
Thankfully, the woods that Truth wants me to meet him or her in is located in the school grounds. Not so thankfully, the school has doubled up on security and it’s going to be fucking hard to escape here unseen. My eyes drift down to Rory, his black hat, his black army clothing.
Unless.
Not one would look twice at a security guard running around. Two birds with one stone, I suppose. I tug the blanket off Rory and start stripping his clothes, trying not to notice his amazing six pack or the muscular… legs he has. Yes, his legs. Shaking my head, I quickly dress in Rory’s clothes, which are a little big but not too bad. I tuck the trousers into my knee high boots, and my gun into the holder on my thigh. After slipping Rory’s hat on, I head out of the room and down the corridor. No one looks my way as I walk through the silent academy, nothing but the sound of distant snoring and owls outside to fill my ears. When I get outside, I quickly run across the grass to the woods and slip through the trees, never once looki
ng back.
Looking back is pointless.
If someone is following me, it’s too late to play the innocent card now.
I slip my gun out of the holder and into my hand, knowing I need to be on guard in here.
My footsteps are anything but silent as I step on branches and dead leaves as I walk through the forest, my gun weighing heavily in my hand. My trainer would be livid at how clumsy I’m being right now, but I’m just eager to confront my blackmailer. I see a light nearby, and I jog over, spotting a bunch of tea-lights on the ground at the foot of a tree, and a note above it that reads: Turn around to find out the truth.
I spin around, holding my gun up but there is no one there.
“Hello, Regan,” Ethan’s voice fills my ear as a gun presses into my stomach, right where my liver is. If he shoots me there, I’m dead. Livers bleed out far too quickly, I know that and I bet Ethan does too.
“It’s you?!” I exclaim and he just laughs, stepping closer but never moving the gun away from my side.
“Surprise!” He shouts, and then he laughs some more, the sound echoing through the forest. I shiver as he places his lips right against my ear. “Did you like my letters? Do you like playing my game?”
“Are you seriously so fucked up that you think I’d say yes to that?” I snarl, my body filling with red-hot fury.
“Possibly. Now walk and listen,” he growls and I gulp, stepping forward as he guides me with his gun pressed to my head.
I remain silent, looking around to find some way of getting out of here, but Ethan chose his area well. The place is completely secluded and when we reach the clearing, only the sounds of our footsteps and breathing can be heard. There is, however, something at the other side, by the trees, but it’s too dark to really see from here.
“You know the deadly sins, right?” Ethan asks in a calm voice, his words turning my stomach. “Part of our game was about sins, after all. I was impressed when you figured out Hunter’s so quickly. Honestly, I wanted to kill him for a long time. He really was a stupid motherfucker.”
“Why didn’t you then?”
“I don’t like to get my hands dirty and you do. It was my gift to you, you see.” He laughs, as if I’m supposed to think he’s fucking hilarious or something. What happened to Ethan to make him so fucked up like this? What happened to the sweet little boy I grew up with?
“Gift?” I question bitterly. “I would have preferred chocolates or flowers. Anything other than someone to murder!”
“Tut, tut. Don’t lose your temper now,” he warns.
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Fuck. You.”
“You already did and loved it,” he chuckles. It takes all of my strength not to react when we get to the other end of the clearing, where three passed out guys, all shirtless, are tied to three trees with thick rope.
Joshua. Nathan. Lucas.
“Lift your hand with your gun.”
I do as he demands, knowing I don’t really have a choice. If I shoot his foot or any part of him, he will shoot me before I can get out of the way.
“Choose a sin and I will tell you their truth,” he demands, his heavy breath hot against my cheek. My heart hammers against my ribs and my palm turns sweaty against my gun. I grip it harder, trying to make sense of this entire fucked up situation.
Shit. Shit. Shit. How could I have been this stupid? It was Ethan all along, and I should have known it. He was the good guy, the one who played by the rules and he knew me before this place. I’m meant to be the smart one. Now I’m the stupid one who slept with the man bribing her and holding a gun to her head.
Fucking hell.
“Murder,” I growl out. I don’t want to fucking play this game anymore and I’m not killing any of these guys now.
“Ah, the easy one. You know it already, don’t you? My pretty liar.” He moves my hand, pointing the gun at Nathan. “He killed his father in cold blood. Murdered him right there in the kitchen and let the housekeeper take the blame. He made sure the police knew they were fucking behind his dear sweet dying mum’s back so he would be a witness. He even said he saw her do it.”
“His dad must have deserved it,” I reply, knowing Nathan wouldn’t have done it otherwise.
“Possibly. Now one more sin.”
“Envy,” I whisper, and once more he moves my hand, this time so my gun faces Joshua.
“This one is more complicated, more fucked up, if I’m honest. Poor Josh, the adopted baby boy who never knew his real parents. One day, he found them and went to visit, finding out they were married and even had a kid who was only three years younger than himself. The perfect twelve year old boy they loved so much. He envied his brother, the kid they kept instead of him. Guess what he did?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. But I think I do.
“He set fire to their house, killing them. Now his brother is in the system he was in, waiting to be adopted,” he chuckles. “At least the good boy goes to see his grandma to soothe his guilt.”
“Lust,” I almost whimper.
“Oh you know this one, my pretty liar. You knew it the day you met her, his step mom. Lucas wanted her, so he fucked her behind his daddy’s back. His half sister, the cute baby you saw on his step mum’s lap? Yeah, that’s actually his. Fucked up, isn’t it?” He asks, tugging my arm with the gun towards Lucas.
“Just as fucked up as you are,” I mutter, though I’m in shock and I know it. I didn’t want to know all their secrets. I didn’t even want to kill them, apart from Hunter. He’s the only one in my books that deserved to die.
“Now, choose. One must die, it’s only fair. We can’t play this game otherwise,” Ethan explains, nudging the edge of his gun lightly into the back of my skull. “I will even help you clean up the body. We can call it a bonding exercise.”
“I never wanted to play,” I softly say.
“The game started when we were kids, but then I left,” he tells me. “I want to finish the games we play.”
“You were adopted, Ethan. I didn’t leave so why am I paying the price? What game did we even play?”
“You disappeared and for years I was stuck in that hell hole with fake parents. The game never ended because you forgot, and I never took my eye off finding you.”
He’s a psychopath.
“Don’t make me do this. I’ve already killed one of your friends, wasn’t that enough?” I plead. That’s how far I’ve fallen, pleading with the crazy boy I’ve slept with.
“Do you want everyone knowing your dirty little secret, Regan?” He asks and leans his lips closer to me. “I thought I’d done bad shit, but you? Your secret is sweetly sad and cruel. Was it an accident? Is that what you’re going to tell her when she’s older?”
“No, don’t say it. Please. I will do anything,” I shakily say.
“Then shoot. I will count for you, just because I’m that nice.” He steps away and for the first time since I’ve held a gun, my hand trembles. “One. Two. Three—”
I close my eyes and pull the trigger.
Bang.
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G. Bailey is a USA Today bestselling author of books that are filled with everything from dragons to pirates. Plus, fantasy worlds and breath-taking adventures. Oh, and some swoon-worthy men that no girl could forget. G. Bailey is from the very rainy U.K. where she lives with her husband, two children and three cheeky dogs. And, of course, the characters in her head that never really leave her, even as she writes them down for the world to read!
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