Out of the Ashes (The Game #5) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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He exhaled shakily, seemingly trapped in my stare, and it fueled this new sensation that was filling me to the brim. One that could set us on a new path.

“Were you with anyone?” he asked hoarsely.

I nodded slowly, gently pressing my thumb over his carotid artery. “Franklin.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kingsley Madden

I saw his reaction coming from a mile away. Shock, sheer disbelief, amusement, fury—he ran through them all in a matter of seconds without saying a word.

“We didn’t fuck,” I told him.

“You’re not kidding,” he choked out. He tried to get away from me, but I didn’t budge. “How—when—oh my God. Let me go, Lee. Right fucking now.”

“No.” I trapped him instead. I shoved him down onto the cushions, and then I pinned him there with my body. “Struggling now is just gonna turn me on.”

A darkness swept over me and sharpened my senses. I fixed my stare on him as he started cursing me out, and he didn’t take me seriously. He didn’t think I was capable of turning this into a scene where I ended up rapefucking him. But those were the whispers that swirled in my head. He grunted and shoved at me, to which I caught his wrists and slammed them down on the armrest above him.

“If you really wanna put a stop to this, you know which word to use.” I heaved a breath and pushed my cock against his. “Or you can trust me. Give me a chance to explain, to show you, that we’re changing. We’ve missed something.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he groaned. “Why are you hard?”

Fucking hell, I really was. Rock hard and itching to take him. I didn’t wanna wait. Why should I? He was mine. I owned him. I loved him to stupid measures. I was…

I let out a breath and peered down at our aligned bodies. “Because I’m obsessed with you.”

Sometimes, obsession was the right word.

He was waking up a new Master in me, one who chuckled darkly inside my brain and said what we’d done so far was child’s play.

“Do you remember your safeword?” I asked as I eased back. I dug out my wallet to grab a packet of lube.

“You’ve lost your damn marbles, Lee. We’re not screwing now.”

I grinned a little and shook my head. “Third time you fail to answer a simple question. That’s not looking good for you.”

Some of the fight left his expression, but he was still pissed. “Of course I remember it.”

Good. That was all I needed to know.

“Roll over,” I ordered.

“Fuck you,” he spat. “You think I wanna have sex with you right after you tell me you’ve hooked up with Franklin?”

I lifted a brow and tossed my wallet on the table. He was pushing back, taunting me. Despite his raw anger, something buried within him wanted to know what I was doing.

“Roll over and take off your pants,” I said.

He let out a laugh, and he scrambled off the couch instead. He called me crazy again, he said I was out of my mind again, and he made a move to leave. To get away from me.

My mind turned even darker, familiar urges intensifying and rolling in like thunder. I didn’t let him take more than two steps before I flew at him from behind. Then I slipped a leg in front of his and caused him to stumble, and I pushed him down onto the rugs.

“What the fuck!” he shouted.

I was on him in an instant. “Franklin came looking for me.” I grunted as I struggled to roll him onto his stomach. “He found me in a bar and pretended to be someone else. He pretended we didn’t already know about each other.”

“Quit it,” he growled. “Let me go!”

Finally. I ended up on top of him and pinned his legs to the floor with my feet. Then I leaned over him, pushed his cheek against one of the rugs, and breathed him in. “Because I’ve stalked him,” I whispered. “I wanted to see who you were leaving me for.”

“Oh my God,” he whimpered. “Please stop, Lee. We have to talk.”

“We’re talking right now.” I kissed his cheek and slipped a hand underneath him, and it was exhilarating to feel him like this, to expose him. My boy was getting hard too. We’d been so good at rapeplay back in the day, but somewhere along the road, we’d stopped. We’d…mellowed out. Fuck me, that was why we’d eventually sought out group-play events. To revive a kink lifestyle that’d taken the back seat in a time when our romantic relationship had flourished. “So there we were in a bar. He was pretending to be a random stranger. He was telling me he was trying to find the courage to visit a friend’s ex-partner.”

Tate sucked in a breath as I pushed down his sweats a bit. Just past his fuckable little ass. I didn’t need more than that.


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