Hide n' Seek (Devil's Playground #1)

by Eden Emory

Play hard. Die famous.

Get your head in the fucking game, Kohl. You were born for this.

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.

If love wasn’t the answer, then violence was my only option.

Like hell my father would be getting my body. They might as well ship me to a fucking Applebee’s.

I couldn’t allow myself to stay the same Kohl who’d promised her I wouldn’t enter. I’d have to be someone—something else entirely. A killer.

Entering the arena as the Kohl pining after a girl who had no idea I was about to throw my life away for her was a death warrant. It wasn’t just enough for me to play. I needed to win.

To do that, I’d need to forget. My worries. My convictions. Who I wanted to be. All of it. I’d need to become… like him. No, I’d need to be w...

I’m coming for you, little rabbit.

There were three kinds of people who entered the Devil’s Playground: The desperate, like me, who needed the money bad enough to risk being murdered for it. The foolish, who hoped to obtain some kind of infamy by participating. Sadists, people who wanted to hurt as many people as they could before the timer was up.

If it could hold your smoky eye together while you were running for your fucking life, it could definitely handle cheer practice.

No, I was going to survive this. And then I’d tell them everything.

Y’know, like that I’d been in love with them since the day we met. And that I didn’t want them to be a casualty in my fucked-up disaster of a life.

Play hard, die famous,

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.

“Welcome to Hide and Seek! The game is easy. If you’re hiding, stay hidden. If you’re seeking, find and eliminate. Seekers have now entered the arena, prepare for combat.”

One of the benefits of being a Legacy was that it was supposed to afford you a comfortable life. Turned out that only worked out for some of us.

Rule number one: Get out of the open.

Rule number two: Don’t hide somewhere a stray bullet could hit you.

Finally, rule number three: If all else fails, fight for your life.

My goddess had delivered her to me as surely as the sun would rise.

It sounded like another opportunity for Dylan to get his dick wet and for me to spend another two and a half minutes pretending that submitting to an overgrown Mr. Potato Head was remotely stimulating.

🤣

Now that was a Wolff sibling I wanted to be under. I bet they liked breath play.

“Please. If you don’t tell me to stop…” I’ll fuck you until we both can’t take it anymore.

Even now, she could tell me to do anything, and I’d gladly comply without a moment's hesitation.

Everything, every single fucking thing, was for her. My thoughts, my actions, every breath I took all belonged to her.

If my life had to end here to extend hers, I’d do it. No problem.

“Have this be your proof, Victoria,” I said with a wicked grin. “Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit. Whether that’s to win the game or throw to me away. Just say the words.”

“Seems like you really want to be used by me. Isn’t that right, Killer Kohl?”

“Show me how wet I make you,” I ordered. “Show me how twisted and fucked up that head of yours really is… How bad you want me even as I tell you how worthless you are.”

would get back at them for the way they were making me feel, but first I was going to make sure I got an orgasm out of it. A girl had to have priorities after all.

I fucking loved the way I looked riding them. Breathtaking. All-powerful. Confident. Like a queen sitting on her throne. No, like a goddess on her altar.

“Beg,” I demanded. “Beg for me, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you for the time being.”

“Please forgive me, goddess,” they begged, their voice husky. “Please. I’ll do anything. Make me your fuck toy. Destroy me in front of the entire world. I don’t care who sees, as long as you forgive me.”

“Always and only you. Ever since I met you for the first time, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

“They really like you, kitten,” I teased. “Who could’ve known such a ruthless Killer like you would embarrass themselves like this? Begging a pathetic Ghost to let you come.”

I’d make it my duty to see it through. My sole purpose was to make sure she came as often and as hard as she desired. Bringing her to the edge with my tongue and fingers until she begged me to stop. It’s what she deserved. Complete and total submission.

Even then, there was something between us. The knowledge of what awaited us out there. The fear that as hard as we may try, we might not survive tonight.

If anyone could win this—it was the two of us.

“Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”

I could never hate her. I could hate myself, but never her.

We really were a fucked-up pair.

I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left. They were mine. And no one, not even the gamemakers, could change that.

Their eyes lifted to mine—that’s when I saw it. Kohl wasn’t just enjoying this. No, Kohl was having the time of their fucking life. Our games played into the same dark, twisted parts of them that they did with me.

The masochistic little freak.

“No,” I said quickly. “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.”

And just like that, the invisible leash she kept tied around my neck was yanked back.

I won’t let her down. She was my reason for existing, to let her down would be unthinkable.

I just about came right then and there. Here was Vic, a girl akin to the goddess Aphrodite, kneeling at my feet and giving me pleasure.

“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.”