CHAPTER 21
Riven
Dangerous Game – Chris Grey
My body is halfway to freedom, and he’s touching me.
I scream, twist, and try whatever I can to make him go away.
I threaten him.
I try to kick him but nothing works.
Why the fuck did I have to come down here? Why the fuck did I let him buckle me into this fucking car?
I froze.
I fucking froze when Evren hit the gas pedal, it reminded me of Kyle.
I couldn’t speak, scream, or do anything, and now I’m in this position, and he’s playing with me and I can’t do shit to make him stop.
Then I feel the cold air against the skin of my ass, cutting through my thoughts.
No.
He wouldn’t dare.
That fucking psychopath would dare.
I scream his name, warning him.
I try to slide farther through the window.
For fuck’s sake I’m stuck.
I feel his fingers wandering along my thighs, making my skin crawl.
Then I feel something warmer.
I freeze for half a second before realizing it’s his fucking mouth, way too close to my pussy.
I threaten him, screaming.
But his answer makes me stop like a fucking deer in headlights.
“You smell divine. Like fucking sin.”
He says, low, warm against my skin that makes a knot low in my stomach.
I shouldn’t.
I can’t feel that.
There’s no fucking way that bastard—the one I hate more than my own life—is making me feel like this.
This isn’t normal for a mind and a body to not agree.
Then his fingers touch me, and I yelp.
Fuck.
I pant heavily, my face flushing like a goddamn tomato.
With each movement, I can feel my body threatening to give in.
It shouldn’t react like this.
He just made me relive my trauma, and instead of rejecting him, my body is betraying my own mind.
“S-Stop...” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear it. My body is shaking like a leaf.
“You really want that?” He bite the back of my thigh, too high and too close to my pussy.
A sharp breath escape my lips.
I bite down on my lip, trying to contain a yelp.
“Because I could stop, but...” he pauses and I can feel his cocky bastard smile against my skin “Say please, Riven. Beg for it.”
Excuse the shit out of me? He thinks I’m going to beg and abandon my fucking self-respect?
I should beg.
That’s the smart thing to do if I want him to stop. But as if I’d ever beg, pigs will fly first.
“Fuck you!”
I twist and try to free my ankles so I can kick his probably smug bastard face.
But his grip is iron.
“Fine by me, little troublemaker,” He pauses, then moves.
I can feel his lips brushing against my skin, leaving damp trails of saliva behind.
He licks slowly, lingering, moving dangerously close to my core.
I twist frantically, panic flooding through me.
No.
It can’t be happening, I’m not that person. I’m not—
Suddenly, I feel a wet pressure through my thong.
My head snaps back, my back arches toward the sky, my lips part, and an involuntary whimper escapes them.
“S-Stop Evren!” I claw at the door handle, the window glass, anything that might set me free, but I’m stuck like I’m in some fucking old porn video.
I start punching the window, panicking.
“Fuck Riven,” he says, his voice vibrating against my folds sending a warmth right into my core. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
I feel his tongue tracing a path from bottom to top.
My face reddens instantly, one of my eyes squeezes shut, and I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
The metallic taste of copper hits my tongue, but I barely register it.
“I’m-I’m going to fucking kill you!” I manage to say through my teeth.
“Kill me after I fucking eat you alive.” He growls. “Better torture than having her bones being broken, don’t you think?”
I feel his finger hooking into the side of my thong covering my pussy.
Why did I come back here? To get revenge?
I should have lived my life normally, but no, me and my stubborn ass provoked a damn gang leader who didn’t even think twice before crashing the car I was in, stalking me, and fucking broke into my house.
He pushes the fabric aside, exposing me bare to him.
My breath hitches.
I know my body is betraying me, like a knife stabbing me in the back, my own body refusing to listen to my head.
I don’t know what I actually rather have, my bones being snap in half or this, because both are a fucking torture.
“D-Don’t!” I warn, trying to compose myself.
I cry out when I feel his wet and warm tongue plunging into me with a heavy, broad stroke, a deep and demanding sweep aiming directly to my clitoris.
His fingers aren’t gentle, he parts my lips with it.
He is aggressive, his tongue is thick and muscular, I can’t help myself moaning.
I can feel myself getting wetter with each stroke of his tongue.
He licks me with a frantic, starving intensity, his breath hot and ragging against my core.
“That’s it,” He growls like a fucking wolf against my clit sending waves of unwanted pleasure through me “Louder. Make me hear you break under my tongue.”
My jaw clenches so hard that I feel the blush spreading down to my chest like wildfire.
I try to resist but the way he’s not just tasting me, but consuming me like a starving man is making me grip the handle tight until my knuckles goes white.
He swirls his tongue around my most sensitive point, applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that is almost too much.
I can’t contain the moan from getting out.
I’m so fucking close.
I want him to stop, but my body want him to never stop.
I hate him, God I hate him.
I will kill him.
God, if you exist, I will kill that man and personally hand him a one-way ticket straight to hell.
“So, you wanna stop?” He mumbles against me, his voice muffled by my skin.
Then he licks again, harder this time.
My hips jerk instinctively against his tongue.
“That’s what I thought.” He groans, a deep guttural sound of pure lust.
His nose brushing me as he works his way through me, his tongue lashing with a primal, unhinged hunger that makes me go over the edge.
His hand leaves my thighs to grip my ass firmly, palming, opening me more to him.
I’m ashamed of myself, but I can’t resist anymore.
I come, hard.
I cry out, loud enough for all the fucking docks to hear.
My body arch violently as I grind unashamed against his mouth, riding through the waves of the orgasm.
I feel his assault intensifying while my muscles spasm.
He uses the pressure of his tongue to drive into me, meeting every fucking pulse of my release with a deep, punishing stroke, drinking me dry.
When the orgasm subsides, I’m left completely flushed, breathing unevenly and heavily.
Almost limp like a damn puppet with its strings cut.
I feel him retreat with a low triumphant growl.
“See?” He says, almost amusing “You got your consequences.” He pauses “And it was fucking delicious.”
A sharp sting of pain suddenly shoots through me, and I cry out.
He fucking slapped my ass.
That fucking bastard.
I turn my head over my shoulder, looking back at him through the half-open window.
He is fucking smirking, licking his lips like he just ate a goddamn ice cream.
His chin and lips glistening with my fluids.
A new wave of blush spreads across my face, but this time, it's from embarrassment.
Against my own person.
“Unlock the door. Now.” I mumble.
Evren lift his hazel eyes, still with that fucking smile.
He leans toward my ass again, bite down the flesh and a sharp pain comes again, hard enough to live a mark.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” I shout at him, twisting my body frantically.
Suddenly, the window rolls down.
I lose my balance and slide out, ass naked onto the ground. I straighten instantly, pull my thong back into place, and yank my sweatpants up angrily.
“I was appreciating the view.” He leans back in his seat, satisfied, not even glancing at me.
I clench my fists so hard that my stiletto nails break the skin.
I don’t turn, I don’t speak.
I just turn and stomp away, heading back home and probably hiring bodyguards—or the entire fucking squad of Enforcers.
The car roars to life, and I see him pull up beside me, driving at my pace. I ignore him.
“See you soon,” he says in that cocky voice. “This, will never happen again.”
I flip him off without looking at him.
He revs the engine with a laugh and speeds away, leaving the words hanging like a promise.