Page 7 of Dangerous Games

I hit the power button, turning it off.

Does this toy still taste like you?

I’m a sick fucking bastard as I bring the toy to my lips. My tongue darts out, circling around the fake one. A groan racks through me. It tastes like a mix of soap and the hint of what little of her she missed.

Fuck.

I look around the room as I stroke the soft silicone. It’s stupid. I know I’m alone, but it’s a habit with the lifestyle I live to always watch my back. With my free hand, I unzip my pants, letting them fall in a puddle around my ankles as I fist my throbbing cock. I give it one long, hard stroke as I bring the toy to my lips once again. Tasting the remnants of her sends pre-cum leaking out of the head of my dick. Using my thumb, I circle the head, spreading the juices around using it as lube. I increase my speed as I flick my tongue out, imagining the toy as Bronwyn’s pussy. My grunts and groans echo throughout the room as my orgasm draws near. My balls tighten and draw up as I start thrusting into my hand, cupping the head to capture my cum. I grunt through it, spilling everything I have into my palm.

Fuck.

I throw the toy down on the bed as I pull up my pants one-handed and head toward the kitchenette. Turning on the faucet, I run my hand under the water and watch my cum float down the drain.

It should be all over her gorgeous body.

Don’t fuck her. That’s an order.

“Fuck!” I bite out as I lean against the counter with my palms flat against it. My head hangs as I gather myself.

I have a job to do. I know it would make things extremely fucking complicated to pursue anything with her. Matteo never said I couldn’t watch her, though.

Pushing off the counter, I open the fridge and see it mostly empty with the exception of random condiments and energy drinks.

Where the fuck is her food?

I almost feel guilty that I didn’t have a slice ready for her last night. Poor thing probably went to bed hungry, and we can’t have that.

I close the fridge door at the same time I pull my phone out.

“Yeah?” Matteo picks up after one ring.

“She’s clean.”

“Good. Don’t leave the pizzeria until you see her come home. Make her take the payoff, Gio.”

“Got it,” I say before Matteo hangs up.

Something tells me getting this woman to take money isn’t going to be easy, but first I need to get her some goddamn food.

Chapter

Three

BRONWYN

“Are you sure you’re okay with closing again?”

A small scream leaves my lips as I jump. My hand covers my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “Holy crap. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry. I thought you heard me. I set that giant box of used games we need to stock on the counter,” my coworker Nate says as he gives me a funny look.

I glance at the box as I focus on my breathing. I need to get a fucking grip. I’ve been on edge since last night. I barely slept, with me rolling over every twenty minutes. Any little noise I heard sent me into a mini panic attack, thinking the man from downstairs was coming back to finish me off.

I’m only twenty-six. I’m too young to die. Especially in a tiny-ass studio above a pizzeria. If there is a man upstairs, I hope he at least lets me get my dream home before he decides to off me.

“No, no.” I shake my head. “It’s me who should be apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t sleep well last night, is all.”

“I told you not to stay up all night playing online,” Nate jokes as he starts taking games out of the box for us to inventory.