Once our lunch wasfinished, Darren stood quickly, a smirk growing across his face.“Come on. I have an idea on how we can spend ourafternoon.”
Oh,no.
ChapterTwenty-Three
ALittle Game
“Let’s play a little game,” Darren said, selecting a pool cue.He had brought us down to the basement and directed me to the pooltable. I leaned against the bar while he moved to rack the cueballs. “For every ball we sink, we get to ask the other a question.Any question they want. Sound fun?”
“Sure,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him and walking over tothe cues. Luckily for me, I was an ace atpool. “What happenswhen I win?” I asked confidently.
The smirk on hisface was priceless, and he laughed a little out loud. “Well, isn’tthat cute,” he said patronizing me as usual. I shrugged it off, notletting him get to me as I stared at him seriously. “How about Ilet you decide what color you want your nails painted next?” hesneered with a smart-ass smile on his face. I feltmineheat up with rage.
“And if you win, how about I let you decide what color pen I’mgoing to stab you with?” I said quickly with a smile without eventhinking. And then I instantly cringed withregret.
Goddamn it, wherewas my filter! I was suddenly terrified after what I said, butDarren laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d everheard.
“You just love getting your ass beat, don’t you?” He chuckled,shaking his head at me.
My eyes lit up ashe gunned it for me and I almost ran for it out of instinct, but hewas at my side before I could even turn my body away from him. Myinsides curled in as he grabbed the back of my neck and bent meover the pool table. I gasped in fear as his hand came down andswiped hard against my ass. I groaned loudly at the contact,digging my nails into the table as I bit back my cries, painflaring up in my ass all over again.
“You’re a slow learner, Jaden. I thought you would have hadthis figured out by now,” he said walking away from me and grabbinghis cue.
I righted myselfand rubbed my ass. “Yeah, well, I’m still installing my mouthfilter.”
“Well, you’d better get it taken care of before I install itmyself,” he warned.
I nodded, my eyesnow finding comfort in the floor.
“Would you like to break?” he then asked me, eying mecarefully.
I suddenly pausedat the question, almost taking it completely in another direction.I felt my breath catch in my lungs as my heart skipped a singlebeat. Did I want to break? Fuck, no. Not possible. But I wouldbreak this fucking set.
“Sure,” I said, glancing at him only briefly as I walked overto the table.
The only thing Iwanted to break right now was his fucking skullopen.
I lined the cueball up and slammed so much force into the thing that it bustedevery single ball out of its perfect formation. Scattering them allacross the table, I managed to get a solid in. As I walked aroundto line my next shot up, I asked my firstquestion.
“So ... what got you started in martial arts?”
Darren chuckled.“I suppose you can thank my father for that. He wanted his sons tobe ultimate killing machines since he dealt in such a dangerousbusiness.”
Pfft …ultimate killing machine, my ass.
“Hmm ..." I said, thrusting the poolcue into the balland watching as it rolled into the pocket. “So, what makes you theultimate killing machine, huh? What kind of traininghave you had?” I asked,still keeping my eyes on the table, determining my next shot, whichthere wasn't shit for now.
Darren eyed me fora few seconds before he finally answered. He did say I could askwhatever I wanted.
“I’ve trained in several different styles with privateinstructors from Ju Jitsu to Muay Thai to Judo, to name a few. I’vegone through extensive tactical weapons and combat training as wellas achieved an advanced automotive proficiency as a child. And, ifyou really want toknow, I also have an expertise in various techniques of torturethanks to my broad study of the human anatomy and a desensitizationto blood and gore.”
For a moment, allI could do was blink at him.
“Jesus,” I said, staring at him in shock. “You really didn’thave a childhood, did you?” I asked. He wasn’t kidding when he saidthere wasn’t much time for him to be a child. I lined up mynext shot butmissed the pocket, probably too distracted by his latest answer.Damn it.
“I believe it’ll be my turn to ask the questions now,” Darrenreplied with agrin.
I leaned upagainst the bar and watched as Darren prepared his shot. Thrustinghis cue, the ball bounced off the side of the table and rolledright into the left corner pocket. Damn, that was a tough shot tomake. Apparently, he had some skill in shooting pool,too.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” he askedme.
Well, fuck, thatwas a personal question, and I furrowed my brows athim.
“Seventeen,” I said.
Darren rounded thetable and analyzed his next shot before lining it up and sendingthe ball right into the side pocket.
“Who did you lose it to?”
I raised aneyebrow at him again, but he wasn’t looking at me as he was alreadymaking his next move.
“I don’t know, some guy I was dating in high school,” I said,shrugging. I couldn’t even remember the fuck’sname.
Darren landedanother shot into the right corner pocket. Shit, he was beating menow.
“Has anyone ever fucked that perfect ass of yours?” he saidseriously, turning to look at me.
“No.” I furrowed my brows at him as I stared him downincredulously. What the fuck?
“Good.” He smiled. “That’s verygood.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t believe it’s your turn to ask thequestions.”
“Fine.”
He lined uphis shot but didn’t haveanything to go for so he missed. Ha. My turn.
I pushed off thebar and lined up the shot I had been eyeballing and landed thatmotherfucker perfectly down the table into the right cornerpocket.
“Why is it important that I’ve never let
