Blood Sport by J.D. Nixon Page A

soft. I don’t want to bruise it,” he murmured, his face nuzzling my neck.
    “You don’t have to, Red. Not if I play nicely,” I whispered. He looked up at me, suspicious. I licked my dry lips. His eyes were entranced by the motion. “I don’t want to die. Please. I have Dad to think about. He needs me.” I knew he wouldn’t believe any other excuse for me playing along with him.
    He stared into my eyes, his eyebrows knitting faintly. “But I need you too.” He leaned down to kiss my neck again, his lips trailing across my throat, not able to suppress a low groan of some intense emotion. Lust? “God Tessie, I can’t stop thinking about you, burning for you. Day and night. Night and day. All the fucking time. You’re driving me insane.” His lips gently grazed my collarbone.
    I compliantly moved my neck to allow him better access, all the while battling the waves of repulsion swamping me at his touch.
    “It’s been like this ever since you and Jakey got together. I never thought you’d ever fuck a Bycraft and now that’s all I can think about.” A series of kisses across my collarbone and back up my neck tickled my skin. “Jakey’s been a pussy chaser since he grew pubes, but I swear that the man hasn’t even sniffed at another pussy since he’s tasted yours. You have to be something special if you’ve kept Jakey happy for so long. I want some of that. No, fuck it! I want all of that.”
    He slipped his arms around me and pulled me up tight against him, crushing me, hurting my injured arm. I bit my bottom lip so that I wouldn’t cry out. He continued speaking in a low voice, his breath warm on my ear.
    “I figure the only way to get you out of my head is to fuck you, over and over, whatever it takes – ten times, a hundred times, a million times. Until I don’t want you anymore. Until I’m sick of you, bored of you. And then I’ll kill you and that will be that. I’ll be free of you forever. And I can live again without you always in my mind. Even if I end up in jail for the rest of my life, I won’t care because I’ll finally be free of you .”
    For obvious reasons, I wasn’t happy about any part of that plan except the Red-in-jail ending. “Please don’t kill me.”
    “You’ll have to do everything I want.”
    “I will. I promise.” I made my eyes as big and innocent as I could. “If you let me live. Please. For my father.” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.
    “ Everything I want, Tessie . ”
    “I promise.”
    “That’s what all the other whores said too, until it started to hurt. Then they struggled and screamed. That made me angry and I had to hurt them some more.”
    “I’m tougher than them.” I kept up constant, intense eye contact with him and even dared to reach up my hand to stroke his neck. I made sure I stroked the side that had the scar I’d given him, so as my fingers ran over his jagged skin, I reminded myself that I was a survivor.
    “Tessie,” he growled, his breathing growing heavier. Something in my favour – he genuinely desired me. “I’ve dreamed forever of you being nice to me.”
    “You’ve never asked me to be nice to you before, Red. You’ve always been so rough and violent.”
    He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, surprisingly gentle. I responded and even met his tongue with my own when he pushed it into my mouth. His tight grip on me loosened and became more caressing. He pulled away and gazed at me again, his eyes softer and pupils wide with longing.
    “Was that playing nicely enough?” I whispered, eyes locked on his, a submissive hint in my voice.
    “Oh God, yes. It’s a good start,” he whispered back, inhaling raggedly.
    He kissed me again, pushing me backwards on the bed, moving on top of me and pressing his lips down on mine. One of his hands was still tangled in my hair, the other slid under my pyjama top to fondle my breast. But as he was still clutching the gun, it was an awkward movement. I had to make him