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“Ryat …” She blinks, trying to get her eyes to focus. “Did you … drug me?”

“I did.”

She steps into me, tripping again, and I catch her.

“Be careful. Don’t hurt yourself.” Spinning us around, I push her back into the closed door and pin her against it with my body, holding her up. “That’s my job.”

She whimpers, her heavy eyes blinking. “What? What are you going to do?” She licks her lips. Her mouth getting dry.

“Whatever I want,” I remind her of our agreement.

“You cheated,” she whispers. “Somehow …”

“I’m winning,” I correct her. “And you, Blake …” I reach up and run my hand through her hair. “You are my prize.”

Her long, black lashes flutter, and her eyes fall closed. This time, they don’t open again. Her body goes slack against mine, and I pick her up before placing her on the bed.

I roll her onto her stomach and shove her dress high up on her waist, exposing a light pink cotton thong. I yank it down her legs and place them in my pocket before removing her heels. Then I grab one of the white pillows off the bed and prop it up under her hips, sticking her ass up in the air. Going over to the only bag I brought, I pull out the black silicone plug before crawling onto the bed and sitting between her parted legs.

I run my hands up and down the back of her smooth thighs, digging my fingers into her skin and massaging them. I can’t get enough of her. I want to fuck her every second of every day. And what little sleep I get, I dream about her.

She’s become my newest obsession.

I make my way to her pussy and push a finger in to see how wet she is. Not nearly enough.

Getting up onto my knees, I unzip my jeans, pulling out my dick. It’s so fucking hard. Has been ever since she told me she wanted me to chase her. My girl likes to play games.

I spit into my right hand and wrap it around the base of my dick while sticking my other thumb in my mouth to get it wet. Readjusting myself between her legs, I spread them farther apart, her ass and pussy up in the air for me to play with.

I begin to stroke my hard cock while my free hand goes to her ass. I rub my thumb over her puckered hole before gently pushing it into her. I groan at how tight it is. How fucking good it’s going to feel when I take it from her later.

My breathing picks up, and so does the rhythm on my dick. My hand tightens to the point it’s almost painful, and I hiss in a breath.

Removing my thumb, I bend over and spit on her ass so I can replace it with a finger. Working it in and out until I decide to add another.

Looking over her body lying before me makes my balls tighten. I love that she lets me play with her however I want.

I pull my fingers out and push them back into her. My eyes are glued to her ass, giving way to allow me entrance. I moan, thinking about how good it’s going to feel. My balls tighten, and my body stiffens while I stroke my dick a couple of times and remove my fingers quickly before coming all over her ass and pussy.

Panting, I reach over to the plug and run it up and down between her legs, coating the black silicone in my cum. Then I spread her ass wide and gently push it into her.

“Anything I want,” I say out loud as if she can hear me.

Sitting back, I look down at it. Her pretty shaved pussy and the black diamond poking out of her ass.

That’s all mine!

“Beautiful.” Her body is as relaxed as it’ll ever be right now. This is the perfect time to get her ready for what I’m going to take later. I’ll make sure she’s awake for that. A sick part of me wants it to hurt, and I know a part of her will like it.

That’s just who my girl is.

Removing the pillow from underneath her hips, I lay her flat on the bed and lie down beside her. Pushing the hair from her face, I rub my knuckles down the side of her cheek, thinking about the look on Matt’s face when he sees her at the ceremony with my ring on her finger, knowing she’s going to be mine forever.

He’ll realize I’m not one to play fucking games with because I always win.

BLAKELY

I GROAN, PUSHING my face into a soft pillow that smells of lavender. Rolling onto my back, I open my heavy eyes and look up to see an unfamiliar matte black ceiling. “What?” My eyes take a second to focus. On the opposite wall is a see-through fireplace with a TV hanging above it. To the right is a sliding glass door. Squinting, I see nothing but trees and what looks like snow on the other side of it.


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