Game(38)

He was so cocky about it, too. He knew he was good and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it either. He put a hand out and walked the edge of the circle, slapping hands with everyone reaching for him. The guy was famous for what he did.

I watched as he stole a drink from someone’s hand. He pounded it back and smashed the glass on the ground. He then tore some money out of another guy’s hand and tossed it into the air.

“This is my circle,” he yelled.

On the floor, his opponent was barely just starting to move.

Finn walked to the open edge of the circle and looked back one last time. He gave a half smile, sly grin and it sent my body into overdrive. Then he disappeared to another part of the building, obviously one of the bathrooms so he could clean himself up. For as cocky as Finn wanted to be, his opponent had gotten a few good hits on him.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” Fiore asked.

“You wouldn’t have killed him,” I said. “You need him.”

Fiore grinned. “I like to keep my fighters angry. Strong. Ready to kill.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me either. I can help you get to Zander.”

“No, Shayna, I’m not worried about Zander anymore,” he said. “But I will hurt you. I’m not stopping with my demands. I know how to fix my family and you’re going to do it. Because I have you. Now, are you ready to come with me?”

Fiore made a small move and I jumped to the side. I crashed into something. I turned and it was a someone. One of Fiore’s guys.

“Hey pretty,” he said. “I promise, I’ll be gentle the first time.”

“Fuck yourself,” I said and lifted my knee to his balls.

I got him good.

I looked back at Fiore and started to run.

He nodded. He didn’t chase me.

Of course he didn’t chase. He knew I couldn’t get away. And he knew where I was going.

I was going to f*ck Finn… whether he liked it or not.



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I scoured each room until I found him.

He was in an old bathroom, hovered over the sink, washing his hands and face. He stood up and looked in the mirror at me.

“Shayna.”

I wasn’t messing around anymore.

I kicked the door shut and rushed at him. Before I could get to him though, he spun around, surprising me. I waited for him to give me some kind of lame excuse, but that didn’t happen.

Finn took charge.

His hands were at my waist and he spun me around. My ass pressed against the sink as he thrust his hips at me. I felt the thickness of his cock instantly pressing against me.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

“No turning back now,” he said. “I gave you your chance to get away. To deny me. To f*cking run. But you wouldn’t take it. So now you’re f*cked. For real.”

My lips quivered. I had no idea what to think or do.

His hands grabbed the front of my jeans, opening them.

He then placed a hand to the back of my neck. My hands touched his chest, still slick from the sweat of fighting.

“I’m going to f*cking pound you,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine. Then he kissed me. “You’re not going to stop me. You’re my game now, sweetie. And I’m always the f*cking winner.” His teeth touched my neck and he kissed up to my ear. “I’m going to come inside you and fill you.”

My fingers curled at his chest.

Something had officially unleashed the beast inside Finn. Maybe it was the fight. Maybe it was me going after him. Or maybe he had been hiding it all along, like he said, giving me the chance to get away.

No matter what, this was different.

He plunged into my panties, his rough fingers against my smooth skin. His fingers curled, lifted, the pressure against my sex, bringing me to my feet. His fingers played, rubbed, soaking themselves as I was more than ready for him.

“Now f*cking touch me,” Finn ordered. “Wrap your hand around my dick and feel me.”

I did as told, grabbing the waist of his shorts and pushing them down. His steel perfection popped free, longer and thicker than I remembered. My hand touched him, trying to tease him as I slid my fingertips down the top of his hardness.

His hand left my neck and he reached for himself. His hand was big enough to hold himself. My hand definitely wasn’t.

My hands were free so I grabbed my shirt, lifting it up over my head. My breasts felt so heavy in my bra, aching to be touched and tasted by Finn. But he was already on the move again. One hand grabbed my ass and pulled at me. I opened my legs and offered myself to him. As I stared down, I watched Finn place his wide tip against my body. He thrust and guided, as my body tried desperately to accommodate him. The harder he thrusted, the better it felt. I looked up at him and his eyes burned to mine.

Finn then pounded at me, ripping me open.

Before I could scream, his lips crashed to mine.

My hands found comfort in his arms. My thumbs felt the hardness of his biceps and my fingertips tried to reach the pinnacle of the ridges of his triceps. He was massive in more than one way, leaving me clawing and gasping for anything I could find.

He was so good. He made me full when he entered me and left me aching when he pulled away. He worked slow with precision, making my body form to his cock. One hand was at my lower back, fingers spread wide, keeping me steady. His other hand slid around and touched my breast. He tugged at the top of my bra and I waited for him to expose my breast and have me. But he didn’t. His hand kept going down until I felt the pressure of his thumb to my clit.