Chapter 4
FOUR
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"What did you do to get yourself into this mess?" I asked, half watching a couple of Brantley minions cleaning blood off the floor. Wouldn't want any of us to slip and hurt ourselves, would they now? That wouldn't be fun for the Brantley twins, especially if we died before they killed us.
Pair of sadistic pricks.
Logan shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Took a shipment of guns that weren't mine. Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Sanun gave me a look like he'd rather poke out his own eyeballs than answer the question.
I slid my gaze to Tash. The girl held her own, I had to give her that. She was also hotter than the centre of the road in the middle of summer.
I reminded myself she was my competition, but that kiss lingered on my lips. The taste of her was intoxicating. A guy could easily get addicted.
"My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend," she corrected, "was laundering money through his business. I found out about it. He begged me not to tell them and I didn't, at first."
She looked regretful. Of course she was. The Brantleys had killed for less than that.
"I'm guessing it was a lot of money," I said.
"A few million," she admitted.
I let out a low whistle. "No wonder they're pissed off. What happened to him?" I hoped it was long, bloody and painful. He deserved to be here, not her.
"He ran," she said, not holding back a flash of anger for him leaving her in the lurch like this. "As far as I know, he's still out there."
"For now." Logan said, sounding ominous.
She glanced over at him. "Yeah, for now. What did you do?" Her chocolate-brown eyes fastened on me.
Were those lashes real? They looked like it. Her breasts too. She was dressed to distract us, not because this was her. I bet she was more at home in a pair of pink bunny pyjamas and cute little bed socks. Or better yet, nothing at all.
"I got curious about whether or not I could hack into their computer systems," I said unashamedly.
"Could you?" Logan asked.
"Not without being undetected," I admitted. "Those guys are good."
When it came to hacking, or preventing hacking, Parker Brantley was one of the best. They hired a bunch of others who were almost as good as him, which was why I tried. What was life without a bit of challenge once in a while? What sucked was getting caught.
"Surprised they let you live," Sanun said.
I twisted around to look back at him.
"You know what, me too. Even if I win the tournament, they might not." After all, I'd seen some things I shouldn't have seen, things they wouldn't want getting out.
Logan narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't go winning if they're going to kill you anyway. One of us should walk away from this alive."
"Which reminds me," Tash said slowly.
When she had all of our attention she continued. "Before I came here, I took a look into the rules of ping-pong."
"If you think they apply here—" Logan started.
"From what I know of the Brantley family, they live by a certain set of rules," she said carefully.
"Yeah, they make them up as they go along," Logan huffed.
"To some extent," she agreed. "But I think they might listen if we propose something out of the box."
"Or they'll ignore us and kill us," Sanun said.
"Then there's not much risk in trying, is there?" she asked him tartly.
He rolled his shoulders and looked away.
"What is this plan of yours?" I asked.
She was right, the Brantley family had their own ideas about how to do things, but they respected people who made the effort.
People who were innovative and had initiative.
As long as they weren't working against them and hacking into their systems, that was.
They might be open to whatever she had in mind.
Before she could tell us what that was, Hunter Brantley picked up a paddle and whacked it on the table to get our attention.
"We're going to have a rest break. No one is allowed to leave, but do what you want down here. Except don't kill each other and don't hurt each other. That is to say, don't maim each other." He patted the paddle against his palm and grinned.
"We'll be back for the second round in an hour."
Ignoring the groans of the competitors, he and Parker headed out of the so-called Arena, probably off to have some steak and champagne. Or whatever it was rich brats did.
Okay, they were the same age as me, mid-twenties, but they were still brats.
"They sure know how to build the suspense," I said.
"Is that what they're doing?" Logan grumbled. "I think they get off on this bullshit, psyching us out for fun."
"At least we get another hour to enjoy our lives," Tash pointed out. That was what we needed right now, some optimism. If we were going to die soon, we might as well do it with a smile.
"Right." I hopped up and offered her my hand. "Let's have a look around here. Maybe we can find a place to have some fun."
Judging by that kiss, she was down for a bit more. I knew I was. I mean, we might be dead soon. Why not fit in one last fuck?
Without hesitation, she took my hand and rose to her feet, teetering on those ridiculous heels.
Regretfully, I said, "Maybe you should take those off and walk around barefoot. Those have to be bad for your feet."
"I got the impression you liked them," she said, glancing down at the wicked heels.
"Oh, I do." I drew her to my side and headed off to one of the rooms attached to the Arena.
"This place used to be a warehouse. I guess these were storage rooms," I said as we stepped inside the first one.
It contained a pile of empty pallets and some shelving.
Like whoever worked here walked out the door and left it, meaning to come back.
But then it was turned into a place to amuse a pair of sadistic mobsters.
"I'm surprised they don't bring people down here and make them play for no reason," Tash said.
"Who said they don’t?" I asked with a laugh.
I led her over to the pallets and sat her down, gripping her thighs and wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock nestled between her thighs like it was made to be there, getting hard with the proximity of her pussy.
"Good point," she said. Distracted as she rolled her hips slightly, rubbing herself against me.
"That's not the only good point I have to share with you," I said.
I immediately wanted to hit myself for such a ridiculous line, but she laughed.
"Why don't you show me?" she said, looking at me through those lashes.
I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped back from her, just far enough to undo the front of my pants and push them down my hips. My erection pressed at the front of my boxers, begging to be allowed out to play.
She raised her eyebrows at me before hooking her hands in the waistband of my underpants and pushing them down.
My cock bounced free, pointing right at her.
"You have a nice-looking cock," she remarked.
I glanced down. "I don't think anyone's called him nice-looking before, but thank you."
She wrapped her hand around my length and stroked me, rubbing her thumb over the tip and smearing pre-cum around his head.
I groaned softly. "I bet you have a beautiful pussy." My cock was itching to slide inside it, desperate to feel her wrapped around me.
One hand still on my cock, she undid the front of her tight pants and worked them down her legs, to her ankles, leaving her in her G-string.
My eyes on her face for her reaction, I pushed the gusset of her panties aside, exposing her gorgeous pussy.
"I was right," I said happily. "Perfect."
I ran a thumb up and down her seam, teasing her clit and making her wetter and wetter. Slowly, I pushed my thumb inside her, revelling in how hot and damp she was.
"The twins might not be the only ones who get off on this ping pong tournament," I remarked.
"I like sex," she said unashamedly. "Why not enjoy it one last time?"
"I agree completely." I stroked her clit a few more times, before grabbing her hips again and wrapping her legs back around me. I notched my cock at her entrance before slowly sliding all the way inside her.
"You feel so good," I said softly. If I was going to die today, at least I'd have this, with her.
"So do you." She rocked herself against me, pulling me deeper into her, making me harder and harder until I was ready to explode.
"Tell me," I whispered. "Tell me what you want."
She moaned softly. "I want you to come inside me."
Her words made me harder still. My cock pulsed as I thrust into her, trying not to rush. If this was my last time, I wanted to make it count.
"Come for me," I insisted. I pressed my hand between us and circled her clit, pushing her while I thrust.
She cried out softly as she came, her pussy tightening around my cock and forcing an orgasm out of me.
I shattered inside her, my release flooding her beautiful body, filling her to the brim, leaking out around my base while I was still buried inside her.
"Fuck yeah," I whispered, holding her close while I came back down to cold, hard reality. "That was amazing."
I captured her mouth with my lips, my tongue delving inside. Kissing her like there was no tomorrow before reluctantly sliding out of her, leaving a string of cum between us.
"That was hot." The words were the first sign Logan was standing beside us, watching.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him and Sanun, both by the door, arms crossed over their chests.
Sanun didn't say anything, but the tent in the front of his pants was clear enough.
"You're welcome," I said sarcastically. Not that I minded being watched, especially not while fucking a woman as beautiful as this, but I hadn't intended to put on a show.
"We should talk about my idea," Tash said breathlessly, while she leaned over to pull up her pants.
"I don't know about these two, but I'm all ears," I said.
Fucking this woman once wasn't going to be enough. If we could get out of here, I wanted to do it again. And again.