Big O Box Set - Page 65

But who else would want to destroy him so badly? A scorned ex? Maybe someone he did something similar to? Did he ever put up revenge porn of another woman?

Or is he a much better liar than I think? Maybe this is all him. Maybe it’s all part of his fucked-up plan to ruin women’s lives. To fuck them senseless, make them fall for him, and then cut them down… Why?

For fun?

I think of the words on the website. Slut. He called me that, but in fun, sexy, possessive tones that made it sound hot as hell. I liked it when he called me that in that setting, when it was just me and him. Is this his real kink, though, getting off on sleeping with women and then humiliating them in public?

There are a lot of screwed up men in this city, after all. I should know. I’ve gone on dates with more than a few of them.

I ball my hands into fists, dig my nails in to keep myself alert as the elevator doors ding open on my floor. There’s something stuck to my door, a note about a package delivery it looks like. I ignore it. No time for that right now. I sweep inside and head straight to my computer. First things first, I need to start doing some damage control.

I check the policies section of the dating app’s website first. There’s nothing about what to do if someone leaks photos sent via the app without your permission, but I write a long email to their contact person anyway, just in case it helps. If nothing else, maybe they can beef up their security in the meantime and help stop this happening to some other poor, innocent girl.

I have to click into Zayne’s profile to send them all the details on what happened, who I sent the photo to and how it was leaked. Doing that sets off a riot of feelings in my gut all over again. Because right there on the cover photo is him, gazing at me with those damn blue eyes, so impossible to tear mine away from. Even pixelated on a screen, he’s hot as hell.

I’d thought, crazy as it seemed, about deleting this app after this weekend. I’d thought, why do I need it? I’ve already found a guy who’s way better than any of the other losers, and it turns out I already knew him in person. I didn’t need this stupid app to help us hook up.

But now? I don’t even know how to feel. A crazy person stole my image from his app, is threatening me, publicly harassing me, and he doesn’t even trust me enough to tell me what’s going on. How can I reconcile that with the guy I thought I was falling for?

My heart sinks into my stomach. I read this all wrong. I misread all the signals. He’s not into this, not the way that I am.

My throat clenches hard as I click away from his profile. But closing the window doesn’t help remove the memories. They surge up again, brought to the surface by the sight of that image all over again. Yesterday, it was only yesterday. It feels like a different era. A completely different life.

We’d finished lunch and we were playing a game at his dining room table. Poker. He was trying to teach me the rules, but I was abysmal. I kept betting on nothing hands, going all in on a pair of twos. So he changed the rules.

“Strip poker now,” he’d said with a grin, gaze fixed hungrily on me.

“Okay,” I agreed, and I didn’t tell him that I already planned to continue sucking. Even more so now.

He dealt another hand, but this time, for once, I had decent cards. I hesitated, double-checking. But no. I was right. I had a good hand. So I placed a bet. Zayne rolled his eyes and matched it.

“You have to fold sometimes,” he pointed out. “You can’t go all-in on every hand and expect me to believe you’ve got something when the last five times you didn’t.”

I shrug and raise again. “Never know,” I said. “The tides could have turned in my favor.”

“Poker isn’t the only thing you need to practice, Clove,” he admonished with a wink. “You need to work on lying, too.”

“But isn’t that what you love about me? My innocent guile?” I raised again, and he matched again, and I could feel the win creeping up on me.

“I suppose. Then again, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe all along you’ve been pretending to be innocent and slow at this game, building me up, so you can sweep in like a shark at the right moment and claim victory once and for all.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Maybe.” His gaze caught mine. Held firm. That smirk of his widened. “So tell you what, Clove. Why don’t we raise the stakes even higher? Why don’t we make this truly interesting?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, hands carefully folded around my cards, trying to give nothing away. I had a full house. There was no way he was going to beat me, not this time.

“An hour of obedience,” he replied, one eyebrow lifted. “The winner gets to command the loser to do whatever they want for one full hour. No backing out.”

I shivered. The command in his voice sent a jolt of desire straight through me, all the way to my belly, and through to my tightened pussy. Part of me suddenly wished I had a bad hand. What if I lost? What would he do to me? But the other part wanted, fiercely, to win. To see this sexy, handsome, hunk of a man kneeling before me, at my beck and call. I could make him do whatever I wanted. Make him kneel in front of me and lick me until I came again and again, then make him fuck me right here on top of the table, knocking the cards off around us on the floor… I could make him take me to the shower and wash for me, perform for me, slowly run his hands all over his muscled body, touch himself wherever I wanted him to touch himself… I could drive him mad, the way he’d been slowly driving me mad this whole weekend.

“Deal,” I said, and I hoped my voice didn’t give away my winning hand, the quiver of excitement almost too much to disguise.

Zayne grinned. “So, you accept this raise in stakes?”

“I do,” I replied.

“Good,” he answered. “Consider us both all in, then.” Then it came time for us to reveal our hands. I spread mine on the table with a smirk. His eyes widened, his lips parting for a moment. I resisted the urge to laugh. He really didn’t know what I had up my sleeve.

“You’re getting better at this,” he muttered, a begrudgingly appreciative tone in his voice. But then he lowered his hand and spread his cards in response, grinning.

Royal flush.

Shit.

“You’re impossible,” I groaned.

He laug

hed. “Admit it, you love it. Now, I believe my hour starts now…” His gaze swept over me.

“Unfair,” I added with a pout.

He lifted an eyebrow, suddenly stern. “Did I say you could speak?”

I snapped my mouth shut, though I continued to glare at him.

He laughed. “Mm, the sore loser look doesn’t suit you. Stand up, Clove.”

I rose from the table, pushing the chair back as I did. His gaze swept down again, over the casual T-shirt and pair of his boxer shorts I’d donned for dinner. We didn’t stand on ceremony that weekend, not with all the stripping we’d been doing whenever possible. His gaze lingered on my top.

“Take off your shirt.”

I stripped it off without a word and dropped it beside the table. I had no bra on, having already lost that in a prior round, so my breasts were immediately exposed, my nipples hardening in the chilly evening air.

He stood up and raised a hand, and I tensed in anticipation of his warm touch. But he didn’t quite touch me, not yet. He let his hand hover an inch from my chest, tracing circles through the air just inches from me.

“Touch your breasts,” he said.

I lifted my hands to cup my breasts from beneath, and squeezed them, massaging them lightly, pressing them together between my palms.

“Harder.”

I clenched my fists around my skin, watched the way my nipples hardened even further at the sensation.

“Now run your hands down your body, slowly.”

I trailed my hands down my sides, as slow as I could, tracing my ribcage, my waist, my hips. I hesitated at the boxer waistband, looked up at Zayne.

“Take those off too,” he said, his voice gone low and dark with lust. I could tell from the hard bulge in his pants that he was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

I pushed the boxers down slowly, letting them snag on my hipbones before they finally fell to reveal my mound. They dropped to my knees, then my ankles, and I stepped out of them easily.

“Spread your legs,” Zayne said.

I swallowed hard, but obeyed him, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart.

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