Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Bane

There’s something about Mary that pulls me in–a sharpness, a boldness, and the way she carries herself. HEr blonde long hair and Of course, Deckard is fucking her. She’s a high–class woman, the kind of woman who turns heads without even trying. If Deckard Ends her worthy enough to get a taste of his cock, then she’s definitely worth my time too. And after the disaster of a day I’ve had, I’d love to give her a taste of mine.

The thought sends a small, wicked grin to my face. She might even be exactly what I need to unravel Deckard, piece by piece. That bastard. I know he saw my name on that damn list and intentionally placed me in the finals just to humiliste me in front of the Apex Circle. He’ll pay for in

“I want to help you get what you want while you also help me. It’s that simple,” Mary says, her voice interrupting my thoughts.

“Hmm,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “And what do you think I want now?”

“To be a member of the Apex Circle. It’s obvious–that’s the one thing you crave,” she says, her tone confident, like she’s already figured me out.

She’s good. Too good.

“Well,” I say, leaning back in my chair, the whiskey burning pleasantly in my throat. “That was the only thing I wanted, until a few minutes ago.“I let my eyes stroll on her, savoring the way her expression shifts, and then add with a smirk, “When you caught my attention.”

She laughs, and the sound is sweet,

but i cant know for sure

“Oh, come on, Mary, drink with me!” I grab a second cup and pour her ag away with a no this time.

a generous amount, ignoring her earlier refusals. I’m not letting her get

She gives me that teasing smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ll only drink if you promise to tell me everything that happened at the Apex Girde

“Ah, yes, the Apex Circle,” I say, handing her the glass and settling beside her on the couch.

I swirl my whiskey, taking a long sip before diving in.

“It’s all a goddamn mystery. They had us in a car with no windows, blindfolded the entire way, Can you imagine? They treat us like fools, dragging us through all that just to reject me again.”

Mary focus is sharp despite already being on her second glass.

“But there’s one thing I know for sure.” I say, lowering my voice like it’s a confession. “I smelled her.”

“Amica,” I say, the name curling on my tongue. “And blood—a lot of it.”

Her third glass is nearly empty when she scoffs. “An attack? At the Apex Circle? That’s not possible. Do you know how secure that place is

1 lean in closer, lowering my voice. “I don’t know what happened exactly, but something did. That much I’m sure of.”

Her eyes narrow, and for the first time, she seems truly interested, like she’s piecing together some plan in that sharp little mind of hers.

“Well, I figured as much,” I say, letting my voice drop “but I’m certain something different happened this time. No matter. I have you now. Mary, and you can help me get that information from your Alpha”

As I speak, I let my fingers slowly trail over her fair thigh, drawing lazy circles that make my intentions clear

| eyes—betray

She pushes my hand away, a slow and deliberate move, but I know better. Her body might resist, but her eyes–those seductive brown ey her. She wants this. She wants me.

“Oh, come on, Mary,” I purr, leaning in just a bit closer. “Don’t you want to give Amica a taste of her own medicine? She’s taken your

your man, living your life. It’s only fair you taste what’s hers. Be with the man who used to have her–the one she still wishes she could have.”

The thought sends a wave of heat through me, and I can feel my cock harden with anticipation. Just imagining all the things I could do to her revenge has never looked so enticing.

I stand abruptly, faking indifference, but it’s all part of the game. I make sure she sees the strain in my

by pants, My cock print is heavy and hard to Let

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her know what she’s missing out on, what she could have if she gives in

I catch her glance trace downward, just for a moment, and I smirk to myself. Then i pretend the I am walking away.

my linke game, b

I then she does in

She coughs, a soft sound that’s almost deliberate, like she’s trying to draw my attention. I ignore her, keeping up my again, and this time. I glance her way.

“you okay?” I ask, moving back to the couch, placing my hands on her shoulders, shening concern.

That’s when she does it–pressing her lips against inine with stalden urgency.

I did not hesitate. My hands are on her waist, in an instant, pulling her closer as she climbs on me. Her hips rock against my cock, teasing, driving me wild with every movement

Reaching behind her, I find the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down slowly, creating space for her to sit on my cock. She fumbles with my own zipper, almost frantic in her movements. When she finally frees my cock. I hiss at the harshness of her eagerness, her aggressiveness nearly snapping my cock

As she aligns herself, her wriness grazing against me, a thought strikes me like lightning. This is Deckard’s woman. He’s had her, tasted her, probably for years__rven last night!

And somehow, that realization makes me even harder. The idea of taking what was his, of claiming her for myself–it’s intoxicating.

Before she can fully take me in. I tip her onto her back, surprising her. I strip her bare, slow and intentional, savoring the view of this gift that has come to my doorstep unbidden.

1 lower myself over her, my lips trailing down her body. If Deckard has had her, Ell ensure she never forgers the taste of me.

1 spread her legs wider, exposing her fully, and let my tongue explore her, consuming her weiness like it’s my last meal. The taste drives me insane, her juices flooding my senses as I picture Deckard down here, his cock claiming her. The thought feels me,

I don’t hold back, my tongue is working accressively, my nose buried in her scent as I breathe in the essence of her of him. It’s maddening I feel like I’m drinking in all the years she’s belonged to him, and it only makes me hungrier.

In my other hand. I grip my cock, already slick with precum. I stroke it slowly, teasing myself, letting the image of Deckard flood my mind. What does he look like when he’s inside her! How does he sound? Does he claim her with the same ferocity I crave now!

Mary means loudly, tplacemy hand on her perky nipples, Tumbling her little breast. Iter thighs tremble under my hands, and I know she’s close. I feel the way her body tightens, her cries growing desperate, pleading for me to come in.

“Oh. Danel Fuck me now!” she begs, her voice breaking E with need

But I not done. Not yet.

I pull back slightly, licking my lips as I watch her writhe beneath me. I grip her thighs tighter, spreading her further apart as if to stake my chim

“Not yet, Mary,” I growl, my voice low and gravelly. “I’m just getting started.”

I dive back in, tasting her deeper, as if every stroke of my tongue will bring me closer to the man I hate most. I want to fuck her like Deckard. I want

to be Deckard