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I wanted to be kind.
I wanted to love. And, most importantly, I wanted to be loved. To take care of the people who I cared about. To be their safety when things got hard.
Like hell my father would be getting my body. They might as well ship me to a fucking Applebee’s.
If I was going to go through with this, I was going to need a reminder of why. Her.
The games change people, Kohl. It’s like… whoever comes out isn’t who went in.
I couldn’t disappoint her, my goddess was waiting.
I adjusted the bracelet on my wrist, trying and failing not to be upset that it’d turned from white to soft teal.
Well, her and Kohl.
Dylan. My ex-boyfriend and Kohl’s older brother. Shit.
I’m sorry, my goddess. I’m so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you in another way. Hold on for me.
“Come on, you little bitch! Can’t you fight your own battles?
My goddess. I’d let her divine vengeance reign on me in any way she pleased.
Fuck that. At least my shitbag mom taught me one thing: how to win.
I dropped the pan, using my newly freed hand to slap her across the face. “Bitch, get your shit together. We aren’t dead yet. But we’re fucking going to be if you don’t get your head in the game.”
My goddess had delivered her to me as surely as the sun would rise.
She won’t live. It’s destiny, just as I was destined to take her life so I could win… for her. All for you, my goddess.
And yet… there was something inside me. Something sick that loved the way she reacted with my every movement.
Fuck. She’s strategizing, better nip that in the bud. Makes her more dangerous than the others. “Run,” I said in an excited whisper.
but being compared to him was one of my pet peeves. It was fucking insulting. I was twice as smart as him, and I had it on extremely good authority that I was a better lay too.
Hold on, goddess. I’m coming. “Don’t be so impatient,” I tsked. “I’ll deal with you in a second.”
My crush was quickly becoming an obsession. And I wasn’t interested in stopping it.
My adrenaline-addled and panic-filled mind thought it sounded like Kohl. But I knew Kohl. There’s no way that they could’ve killed Jenna, not like that.
“Taste them,” she commanded, fingers threading into my hair.
And all because of me. My goddess was wet because of me.
“Fuck, Vic, you’re so tight—” he hissed as he thrust into me over and over again. I’d laid my head on my arms, moaning like there were cameras on.
In another life, I’d push Kohl back into that bathroom, force them to their knees, and ride that beautiful fucking face until I was shaking.
“Believe me when I say I would give my life for you, Vic.”
I licked up the blood flowing from the V cut into their chest and spat it into their open mouth, licking the remnants from my teeth. “Swallow.”
“Disgusting,” I hissed, collecting the saliva that was building in my mouth and spit directly onto their cunt, using the additional lubrication to tease their folds.
“See? You’re nothing but a dog with no bite,” I purred. “Fuck yourself while you feast, but don’t come.”
Fuck, how I longed to force my face between her legs. For her to wrap her thighs around my head. To feel how she shook under me as I fucked her with my tongue.
I didn’t want to just fuck Vic. I wanted to worship her.
But no matter how many times I made myself come, none of it did anything to dampen the need I had for her.
“Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”
“Looks like you can be trained after all, kitten. Good boy.”
“Crawl to me,” I ordered, patting my thigh in a clear order.
I wouldn’t just destroy Kohl. No, I would make them anew. Mold them like clay into something else entirely.
“Tell them, Kohl.” “I want this,” they said through moans. I moved the gun against their clit in hard, horizontal strokes. “I’m your worthless, pathetic plaything, and I want you to fuck me already.”
I pushed the gun against their lips, giving them a sharp look. Without my prompting, they opened their mouth and licked the length of the gun.
“That’s right, slut, clean your own mess up. God, they’re so fucking disgusting, look how turned on they are. Keep begging, you freak.”
“So fucking filthy,” I cooed. “You’re a deranged little slut, you know that? Getting off like this while all these people watch? I bet you’ve been waiting for a moment like this your entire life.”
“Let me finish. I would stand by your side even if the goal was to watch the world burn. Fuck, I’d hold the kerosene. Please, just let me in. Whatever, whatever it is, I promise to be the one to help you with it.”
“You aren’t to tell me how I'm wasting my time,” she growled. “If I want to eat my pet’s cunt out until they’re shaking, I damn well should be able to do it.”
“Continue, or I’ll stop,” she threatened. I let out a whine, unable to help myself. “I want you to make a mess of me. I want you to come so many times the whole area knows what it sounds like when you come.”
“You’re the best little pet, pretty boy,” she praised, making heat burn up the back of my neck. “I aim to please,” I murmured and scooted closer to her.
“Every hair on Kohl’s goddamn cunt is twice the man you’ll ever fucking be, so keep their name out of your fucking mouth.”
“Victoria,” I said. “Please. I know it seems like you don’t have any options, but you do. I can hel—” “I’m sorry, Kohl,” she said. “A point is a point.”
“She never loved my father or me,” I hissed. “She was passive. Never once caring about me or him. Sometimes I even doubted if she was my real mother. Her death was a fucking godsend. It reminded me that with or without her, my life was the same. At first I mourned, but you know what really made me want to kill you?” He stayed silent, his eyes narrowing at me. “That fact that it was your name she called out on her deathbed.” My voice broke at the end.
And nothing could ever bring you back to the person you were once the games were done. You were forever changed. Forever broken.
“I hate you,” I forced out. He gave me a bitter smile, a laugh falling from his snarling lips. “Not more than I hate you.”
