The Devil's Game (Rhodes to Hell Book 1)

by K. B. Saint

She’s dressed in a pair of high waisted jean shorts and a green crop top hanging loosely on her body. She stands in between the guys and even though I can tell she’s tall thanks to her long ass legs, Elijah and Messiah are still about a head taller than her.

  “Perfect timing,” Preston says from above me but I don’t look up at him. I watch them as they all continue into the room. “Messiah, come and take Ruby to the Red Room.”

  “I can take her,” Hollis volunteers and I look at him. He’s watching me, not Preston, but I keep the frown on my face.

  “I want Messiah to take her,” Preston tells him and even though I can tell he wants to argue, he doesn’t. Just like he didn’t do anything to Preston when he was damn near ripping my hair from my scalp moments before. “Messiah you’ll prepare her for tonight, she’s decided to join the ranks after all.”

  Messiah laughs and my stomach twists at the sound. A sound so familiar from someone who I know nothing about anymore.

  “I don’t think there’s much to do to prepare her,” he states but his tone isn’t disrespectful.

  “If you can’t think of something, just sit with her there until I text you,” Preston snaps and Messiah sighs. “Is it an issue for you?”

  “No,” he says lazily. “Come on, Ruby.”

  My frown deepens when I look up at him and his gaze falls to me and I don’t move. I just stare at him until Preston hooks a finger under the tip of my chin and pulls until I’m looking at him again. The pressure he’s putting on me is painful but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me recoil again.

  “Since you aren’t going to eat you will go to the Red Room and Messiah will prepare you,” he explains and my anger melts into annoyance and I feel the muscles in my face relaxing a bit. “Just like before, this only has to be as hard as you make it.”

  “What the hell is the Red Room,” I ask but he doesn’t answer me.

  “If you can’t walk yourself, he will carry you,” Preston threatens.

  “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the Red Room is or what he needs to fucking prepare me for. This isn’t what I signed up for,” I snarl.

  “You signed up to do whatever I say,” he tells me firmly, and technically he’s not wrong. Gripping my chair and pulling it back, he shoves me out of it hard. “And right now, I’m saying go with Messiah.”

  I stumble forward trying to catch my footing before I fall. I stand up straight and whip around on Preston, glaring at him.

  “You are just dead set on just making this as hard as you can aren’t you?” he asks, shaking his head before looking to Messiah and lazily throwing a hand in my direction. “Just take her.”

  I glance around the room and everyone’s eyes are on me. It makes me angrier and when Messiah boldly takes a step in my direction and scoops me up off the ground I lose it. I fight him all the way out of the room, hitting his back and doing my best to get out his grip. I am yelling and screaming for him to put me down but he doesn’t even seem to be struggling to hold onto me.

  “I’m going to purposely drop your ass if you don’t stop thrashing all over the fucking place,” he warns me seriously. “And I won’t even feel bad.”

  “Put me down, Messiah,” I grind out and he does. He literally throws me down on the hard ass marble floor. I groan and roll over and stare down at the floor before gingerly pushing myself up to my hands and knees. “You know what? Fuck you, you son of a bitch.”

  “I see you still have the unwavering stubbornness you’ve always had.” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as I look up at him.

  “Nah, you all just seem to bring out the best in me. Preston especially,” I gripe, sitting back on my knees and adjusting to the pain in my hip.

  “You shouldn’t push him, Ruby,” he warns but I just scoff, not listening to a word he’s saying.

  “He shouldn’t push me,” I tell him quickly, pushing to my feet. I can already feel another bruise forming where I landed on my hip, but I stand tall anyway. I am stubborn to a fault.

  He shakes his head at me. “You’ll see tonight,” he says simply before pushing me to continue through the house.

  “What’s happening tonight?” I ask as I walk. “Some kind of initiation party?”

  “Something like that,” he tells me with a smirk making me feel two feet tall. It’s sinister and only makes the rawness in my stomach ache more. “But I don’t think you’ll like Preston’s kind of party very much.”

  “What do you even mean?” I ask him, but he’s done talking. I stare up at him waiting for him to respond but he doesn’t. He just keeps walking and I finally just give up.

  We go up some stairs and walk down three extremely long halls before he stops in front of a set of bright red double doors. They are like the ones from the empty room earlier in the day, but the bright red coat of paint on them gives them a different feel. Against the dark walls and the low light throughout the seemingly abandoned hallway it’s … odd.

  Messiah clicks the black knob down on one of the doors and pushes it open but the room is completely blacked out. He pulls me along by my upper arm into the darkness and closes the door behind us. When he lets go of my arm I do my best to listen because I can’t see a damn thing.

  “You’re going to get your ass handed to you tonight,” Messiah chuckles darkly from somewhere far off in the room. He’s in front of me and is definitely on my right, but I have no idea what else is in the room with us. I stand still for a few seconds longer before I quietly crouch to the floor.

  I am still barefoot and I can tell there’s wood beneath us now and I slide my hands against the floor to see if anything else is around me. I don’t feel anything and when I hear a creak sounding like a door opening I stand back up tall and listen hard. Messiah is tinkering with something in the dark and I take a step toward the noise, curious to know what the hell it is.

  I move slowly through the dark room and the sounds never stop until I am right up on it. My heart is hammering in my chest but I am doing my very best at keeping my breathing calm as I reach out for the sound. I reach out and find Messiah, his back facing me and as my hand flattens against his back his body rattles with a silent laugh.

  “You’re faster than I thought you’d be,” he tells me and for a split second he almost sounds proud, but he whirls around quickly shoves me to the ground.

  I still can’t see anything, but I can hear him as he walks around me.

  “What the fuck?” I ask, to no one in particular because I know he won’t answer me.

  He is purposely letting his shoes hit the wood floor beneath us hard as he circles me, I can tell. I waste no time and get to my feet listening and doing my best to follow his steps as he circles around me.

  “You found me in the dark, but can you fight me in the dark?” he asks, and I stop breathing.

  I don’t want to fight him, but I can, and before waiting for him to strike again I listen hard and lunge in the direction of the sound of his footsteps. I hit the side of his body, but I’m positive it hurts me more than him. He’s like a brick wall. No matter if it hurt him or not, it does knock him off balance and as he falls, I fall with him. We crash into something hard and whatever is under him is completely crushed and broken.

  “I swear you’ve never had any damn sense,” Messiah groans from below me. “Why the fuck did you tackle me?”

  “Why the fuck did you throw me to the ground … or shove me like you just did?” I counter, trying to roll off of him. I am painfully aware of how close our bodies are and I hate to admit having him close again, doesn't feel wrong to me at all. I want to feel more of him and it seems like he wants the same thing as he brings one of his hands up to my waist and grips me hard.

  "You're fucking annoying, you know?" As he talks he moves so his lips are on my neck and a chill racks over my body. He kisses along my collar bone and I arch my back to give him more access to my neck.

  In the dark of this room, on top of a pile of broken furniture I'm ful
ly reminded of what life was once like for us. Of what it could’ve been.

  I'm reminded of how much I miss him. Still. But so much has changed and I believe everything happens for a reason. I mean, what were the odds we'd ever see each other again, but here we are on the floor of some big ass house about to fuck right here.

  "I'm not annoying," I argue back. "I'm strong, and you hate it."

  He nips my neck hard and the pain ripping through my skin makes my stomach clench. "I do hate it, but I only hate it because you always feel like you have to fucking remind everyone."

  "You don't even know me anymore," I growl, dipping my head down to meet his lips and kiss him roughly, biting his bottom lip.

  He pulls back from me and holds my head back by my hair. For a few seconds he just holds us in limbo and I can't seem to control my breathing anymore. There's so much need pushing through my whole body and he won't give me what I want.

  His voice is like butter when he talks again. "You haven't changed one bit, Rue. I would bet my left nut on it."

  "You’re brave," I laugh and his grip in my hair tightens as I grind down on his erection.

  "See? Still just a little slut, always trying to fuck," he whispers into my ear and even though he still has a tight grip on my hair, I melt into him even more. He's right.

  "So what? I can fuck and suck who ever I want," I tell him, pulling against his hold on my hair, trying to get back to his lips.

  "So fucking thirsty."

  He releases my hair and I find his lips quickly, devouring him. His hands go to my ass and as I grind into him he presses me down harder.

  "Give me what I want," I beg and I feel his dick jerk in his pants.

  "I'm not fucking you on a pile of wood," he says, "get up."

  "But I can't see," I point out but he lifts me anyway.

  "Just sit back on the floor and I'll get the lights on."

  I do as he says and sit in the pitch black and wait for the lights to come on. When they do, my stomach drops at how hot Messiah looks standing in the dark red light. The entire room is black concrete and dark wood, but all of the lights are red and if I wasn't so turned on, I might've been scared.

  Maybe.

  I get to my feet as he walks towards me and when he stops in front of me he runs his hand up the side of my face and rests his brow on mine. "You're so fucking stupid."

  "I'm not," I argue.

  "You are and you have no idea what kind of shit you've gotten yourself into here."

  "Tell me," I say breathlessly, but he doesn't tell me shit.

  He runs his hands down my body and picks me up roughly by my ass and I wrap my legs around him. He walks us to a couch and is on top of me kissing me again, his hands roaming all over my body. I reach for his waistband but he pulls back and pulls the shorts I'm wearing off roughly.

  He doesn't waste time with taking my shirt and bra off before running his fingers down my wet slit. My hips buck involuntarily at his touch but he brings his other hand to my stomach to hold me in place. He pushes two fingers deep inside of me and I grip under my knees, forcing my legs to open wider for him.

  He pushes his fingers in and out over and over, building my high so perfectly. I am squirming under his hold and it feels so good. I let my eyes close and move my body with his hand. I am on the verge of coming already and I can barely manage breathing properly when he abruptly pulls his fingers from my dripping wet pussy.

  I open my eyes and look up at him, his dark figure accented in red is so intimidating and sexy as hell. He slides his joggers and boxers down at the same time and his dick is ready and waiting once his pants are pushed low enough. He looks down at me from where he's standing and strokes himself with the hand he just pulled out of me, rubbing my wetness all over himself.

  I watch him, all of the shadows making this feel dark and dirty. I love it. He comes closer to me and stops with his dick right in my face. He's still stroking it and I can see the glistening wetness on his knuckles. "Taste yourself on my dick."

  I sit up a little and as soon as my mouth touches the head of his dick his hand goes to the back of my head and he slams into my mouth. He's never been gentle but we aren't fifteen anymore and his dick has definitely grown. I suck and taste myself on him, doing my best to lick as much of it clean as I can but his girth has my jaw sore in no time.

  The soreness might also be there due to the fact it was just last night when I was sucking Hollis's dick just like this. Or from the fact I got socked in the face less than twenty-four hours ago.

  "Open," he orders, tapping my chin lightly.

  I hold my mouth open and he pushes his dick into my throat fast and hard and I gag but he doesn't stop. If anything he's more turned on by my gagging and moves in and out of my mouth quickly, fucking my face hard with no remorse.

  He pulls out of my mouth abruptly and pushes me back down. I lay back on my back and he climbs on top of me, the wide couch seemingly built for much bigger people naturally. He pushes the head of his dick against my entrance and glances at me for a second before roughly shoving deep inside me, no questions asked. He hits so deep a moan escapes my mouth before I can suppress it.

  "Fuck," Messiah groans out, "you feel fucking amazing."

  He pushes in and out of me as I moan and buck at all of the pain and the pleasure. "Messiah," I moan out and he clamps a hand over my mouth.

  "Shut up," he snaps, continuing to slam into me. I am on the verge of coming again and as his hand presses over my mouth, it blocks my nose too and I am losing oxygen fast. I buck my body, trying to get away from his hand so I can breathe again but he's too strong.

  My eyes meet his just as my vision goes blurry and then he quickly pulls his hand away and slams into me over and over again. I come so hard I completely stop breathing for a few seconds as it racks through my body and when I am finally coming down from it he rips out of me and comes all over my stomach.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  MESSIAH—TEN YEARS AGO

  I push the door to Ruby’s grandmother’s house open and Cece closes it behind us both as I continue into the quaint little two bedroom house. It’s a real home and it’s exactly what Ruby has needed as she’s healed over the last six weeks. It pisses me off she didn’t have this before, but all that matters is she has it now.

  She hasn’t been the same since the wreck and I know it has nothing to do with her parents. She’s never cared about them for as long as I can remember, but something has her so far in her head I’m not sure I’ll be able to even rescue her at this point. I know her and my sister have been into some shit I wouldn’t like, but I haven’t figured it out what it is yet.

  They hide well but it won’t be enough because I’m going to figure out what’s going on with both of them. I suspect drugs, but I don’t know what they’re using wrong when she’s already taking all kinds of pills for her injuries from the wreck. I count the pills.

  “Hey, you two,” Ruby’s grandma says as she meets us in the hallway just outside her bedroom. “She just woke up. You’re right on time, I am just getting her something to drink. Go on in and see her.”

  “Hey Grandma,” Cece says, hugging her tightly.

  I give her a hug of my own, and I tower over her. She pulls away and pats me on my back as she walks by me to go to the kitchen. I follow Cece into the room and I smile when I see my baby laid back on the bed with a smile on her face.

  “Heeeey,” she says as she sits up and stretches, her purple sheets pooling at her waist. She has a tiny little shirt on and I can see most of her stomach but once she’s finished stretching the cast covering her left arm settles in her lap, covering most of her exposed skin.

  “Hey boo boo,” Cece says as she jumps on the bed with her.

  I walk around to her side of the bed to push pillows behind her back and kiss her. “Hey, you,” I say before sitting on her other side.

  The TV is on behind me but it’s low and I can tell she wasn’t paying attention to it before we came in. She
looks so sleepy and her black hair is up in a messy bun but I’ve still never seen anyone more beautiful than her. She turns to me like she can read my thoughts, those piercing eyes trained on me.

  “What?” I ask, laughing.

  “Nothing.” She shrugs, laughing, too, before leaning in and giving me another kiss. “I had a dream about you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I ask softly against her lips.

  “Um, y’all, I am right here. I do not want to vomit up my breakfast,” Cece groans from the other side of the bed.

  “Go help Grandma with the water,” I tell her, shoving her shoulder some and pressing my lips into Ruby’s again.

  Cece doesn’t budge and she quickly shoves me back and I have to stand up to prevent myself from falling to the floor. “Boy, you better get your hormones in check. I wish you would actually think I would go get y’all water so you could get freaky.”

  “You need some dick, Cece.” Ruby laughs and I lean back over her as she flattens into the pillows behind her as I kiss her deeper. She pushes me back just a little and looks over at my sister. I watch her. “Plus, you know I like it when you watch.”

  She winks at Crystina before looking up at me and I bury my face in her neck. I get to her collar before she comes to her senses and finally says something. “Stop, Grandma’s coming.”

  I sit up and so does Ruby and not three seconds later the door opens and Ruby’s grandma has a metal tray holding a pitcher of water, cups, and a little plastic tub for ice. She sets it at the foot of the bed and only smiles at Ruby before leaving us alone again. I pour Ruby a glass of water and hand it to her and when turn back around Cece is pouring herself some.

  “Pour me one too,” I tell her and she sighs but hands me the cup she was just pouring. I grin as I take a sip of the cold water. “Thank you.”

  She looks up and meets my eyes, and the brightness isn’t there anymore. Her face is dull, but the smile tugging at her lips is real at least. “You know one day you’ll have to do things on your own, Messiah.”

  “Not so long as I have you,” I tell her with my eyebrows raised, challenging her.