These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Chapter 14

“It’s amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces.” - Ella Harper.

He doesn’t like me, but he gives me a library.

That’s all I can think about while I pull the thick bandages off my feet. It’s taken a couple of weeks, but they’re finally healed. Sure, the bottom texture of nasty scars is not pretty, but since I’m destined to stay here until he decides to kill me, what does it matter? Also, I don’t think Atticus will kill me.

He’s been out of sight since he gave me the library. I don’t dare make my way into the west wing, no matter how bad I want to see him.

It’s crazy, is it not? To be obsessed with someone who barely cares if I’m breathing, but I can’t help it. I want to feel his heavy body on top of mine. I want him in my mouth, making me cry and choke on his cock. I want his imprint inside me. I want every bruise, cut, scar and mark he can give me. I want the shape of his teeth tattooed into my collar bone.

Ugh. Why?

I know he feels this electricity between us so why not do something about it?

When I go to bed that night, knowing tomorrow is the fifteenth and I’m healed enough to participate, I wrap my legs in white stockings, lace with little flowers sewn in. A white silk thong that sits high on my hips. A small little bralette that does nothing to hold my breast up. I slip on a simple white dress, falling asleep with a smile on my face.

I’ll get what I want.

When I wake, I’m in the dungeon, but no one is around me. I push my thick hair out of my face. When the wall rises, I tilt my head. Waiting. Waiting to see if others scatter from somewhere else, but none do.

I rise gently, walking slowly until the clouded sky is in full focus. I do a tiny spin, looking around and flinch when an arrow buzzes by me.

Smiling, I pause. “Have the rules changed?” I ask in the direction the arrow came from.

Atticus steps out, a tight shirt and cargo pants that hug every inch of his tree trunk thighs, making me squeeze mine together. “You’re becoming a problem.” He takes a step closer. “I need to purge you from my vicinity.”

“Oh.” I tilt my head, my hand falling to the flimsy strap on my shoulder.

Atticus eyes narrow, jaw ticking slightly. “What are you doing?”

I shrug, causing the other strap to fall. I allow the dress to fall to my knees, leaving me in the small amount of silk and stockings.

He licks his lips, taking one step forward, slinging his bow behind him. “You don’t want to play these games, Bird.”

I blink innocently, “I don’t?”

He shakes his head, steps measured, bringing him closer. “No. You’re not capable of handling what I have in store for you.”

I twirl my hair around my finger, smiling gently. “I’ve done fine so far.”

He tosses his bow, prowling towards me. “You want me to fuck you?”

I shrug, but inside I’m screaming ‘YES’ .

His eyes sharpen but I can only focus on the one with the scar below it.. How I want to lick, kiss and trace it with my mouth. “Run.”

My eyes widen, heart pounding as I stare at him. Time stops as I watch his lips twitch, coming towards me.

I spin, running. My freshly healed wounds are still tender. Feeling every twig and rock under my feet. I turn over my shoulder, a tiny squeal of delight to see him behind me. He doesn’t run, simply prowls with a hungry smile on his face. Eyes glazed with anticipation of his first meal in weeks.

Turning back around, I figure out my mistake before I can change my course of action. My feet skid in the sand, causing me to tumble into the water on my hands and knees. I hear footsteps behind me, the snapping of wood and I look over my shoulder to see a snapped arrow in his hand. My eyes widen and I begin to move forward. I’m not sure if I’m planning to swim away, but I don’t get far.

I’m wrenched up by my hair, wet body plastered to his strong legs as he peers down at me. “I told you to never run from me.” He says slowly, calmly even, but his eyes speak volumes to the violence and promise of the storm behind them.

“You just told me to run.” Suddenly my head is under water. I fight, trying to get back to air but he holds me down by the scalp of my head.

Finally, just when I believe I’m going to go unconscious, he pulls me up. Gripping me by my hair, he drags me up to the shore. Leaving my head in the deeper part, he spreads my legs. “You want to tease me? Push me to my limits? How about I eat this cunt until you’re crying? Weeping and begging me to stop?”

“Yes.” I moan. “Please, please, please.”

He chuckles darkly and right as he slides my thong to the side, hot breath washing over me, a tide comes in, sweeping salty water into my mouth that has me choking. I gasp, my body flooding with a sensation that tingles along my spine. Atticus' mouth is relentless against my clit and I cry out.

His hands grip my thighs, pushing them up so I’m fully exposed to him. I watch his predatory eyes as they glimmer, and then he spits on my puckered hole and heat rises through me, washing over my body in waves as I gasp in shock. His eyes meet mine, drunk and lazy as he skates his finger down the back of my thigh, circling the hole. “Has anyone ever taken you here?” He asks, pushing his pinky in but I still stretch around it. It hurts, my body tensing as I shake my head. “No? Good.”

He pushes his pinky in and out slowly. He leans down, his tongue brushing over my clit causing my mouth to fall open, the tide washing over me once again trying to drown me. The water closing my airways as a euphoric feeling I’ve never felt before washes over me. And I realize for the first time, I’m coming. The orgasm rocks me, causing my thighs to trap Atticus between my legs. My hands sink into the muddy texture below me, finding no purchase as I thrash, shamelessly rubbing myself over Atticus’ face and pushing his finger inside me further.

The tide relents, and my eyesight is splotchy, I feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness as I register my body moving, sand attaching itself to my skin as the cool air of Fall caresses me.

“Don’t tap out yet, Little Bird. We’re not done.” He murmurs as he hefts me into his arms.

My body lands on soft grass, my legs once again spread as I come to again. “I’m ready to hear you cry, Little Bird.” Atticus mumbles into my folds, his nose running through the slickness there and inhaling.

“I think if you ran, hid from me, I’d find you on your scent alone. So sweet and innocent with a hint of sugar.”

I blush, trying and failing to move away from his repeated abuse of my flesh. I feel raw, and slick down there. “Atticus, please.”

He pauses, eyes meeting mine as he kisses my mound. “Not going to lie, I thought you’d be more of a fighter.”

“I…um well, that was my first orgasm, I didn’t realize how much it would take out of me. No one has ever… eaten me.” I blush, turning.

“Are you a virgin?” His eyes sparkle.

“No.”

“How many men?” he demands.

“One.”

“And he never…” he trails off. “I should make you come in front of him so he can see what he’s missing. See the flare of your innocent eyes, the tremor of your lips and the way you moan and cry out. Such a beautiful, addictive sight.” He lifts his head, kissing inside my thigh and I think how sweet it is until his teeth sink in, leaving a bruising mark.

Standing, he bends and picks me up. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed. You’re going to need all the sleep you can get because you will pay for that stunt you pulled today.”

I bury my face in his chest, exhausted. “Okay.”

I inhale his scent and then I give way to darkness.