Page 53 of Twisted Little Game

“Trying to get out?” I utter behind his ear. “You think I wouldn’t know?”

“I knew you’d find out. I just didn’t give a fuck, Roman.”

“Thought I wouldn’t catch you?”

“I’m faster than you.”

I push his clenched fist hard into the grass. “Doesn’t matter. I’m bigger.”

He growls beneath me, struggling endlessly, trying to pull out of my grasp.

But he won’t win.

In this position I have the advantage. He’s still facing downward and my chest is heavy over his back, with my groin shoving against his ass.

“Stop struggling or I’ll push your pretty face into the dirt, Landrey.”

“Then do it.”

My heart slams against my ribcage.

This is what my body is supposed to do. What I was made for.

I don’t want Tate to feel like he’s a bird in a fucking cage, but he’s crazy if he thinks I’ll let him sneak out under my watch.

He shifts under me and I feel the bulk of his ass push up against me. He’s so warm, and the heft of his glutes feels even better than any woman’s ass I’ve ever felt there.

My cock throbs against him.

Fuck.

Each beat of my heart thuds in my chest as blood rushes lower in my body, my cock thickening as Tate struggles beneath me, then finally stops thrashing.

As I slide lower to secure my hold on him, my erection pushes against the cleft of his ass. Even through my jeans, it’s obvious, and I know he feels it, too.

“Knew you’d follow me,” he utters, his voice straining as he catches his breath. “Just wanted to see how long it would take you.”

“You were testing me?”

His hand suddenly moves under mine, and he gets a grip on my palm, digging his nails hard into my skin. I wrest control of his hand again in a moment, but the sharp pain he laid into me just makes my cock harder.

“I’ll test you every fucking day,” he growls beneath me. “If you’re going to try to give me rules, get used to it. I’ll never stop. I’ll make you chase me every fucking night⁠—”

I reach one hand up and grip the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his neck backward. “I’ll catch you every time.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Where’s that sad little angel from earlier?”

“He’s off the clock when I need to get fucked.”

“Adorable how desperate you are.”

He pushes his ass hard up against my groin again on purpose, and I yank his hair hard. “Keep calling me desperate when you’re this hard, Roman. Get it in your head. I can’t stand you. Didn’t even know the real you until today.”

“Not very fond of you, either. Need strange dick so badly you’ll sneak out like a child at night?”

“I’ll do whatever I fucking want,” he tells me in a low, bitter tone. “I told you I was a slut. I meant it.”