“Give up,” she demanded, taking aim at me again. “I have plenty more ammo and you haven’t hit me once, loser!”

Loser. Oh…oh-ho, she’d done it now.

I fired, striking her shoulder. She yelped, clutching where she’d been hit, and I took full advantage. The next paintball hit her chest, the next hit her thigh, and she yelled, swearing at me furiously.

“That fucking hurts, you asshole!” She ducked into a classroom and crouched behind the large desk in front of the blackboard. I was out of ammo anyway. I tugged the strap on my gun until it was resting against my back, out of my way, before I went to grab her.

Little brat was still fighting. She had her finger on the trigger, and she started firing the moment I stepped around the desk. Paintballs at close range hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t care. The pain got my dick hard, and I suddenly didn’t give a fuck about winning or losing this stupid game. I cared about putting Jessica in her place.

I disarmed her, pinning her down, and wrenching the gun out of her hands. I shoved it away, sending it skittering across the floor before she could manage to grab it again. She was so damn slippery that she almost got away, but I hauled her to her feet and held her back against me, my hand gripped around her throat.

“You’re fucking cheating!” she snarled furiously. The way she was wiggling was rubbing her ass on my cock, and I couldn’t help grinding against her. She growled again when she felt me do it, snapping, “God, you’re such a pervert, Lucas! You sicko!”

Every furious word spurred me on. She fought with all her strength, pouring out her fury, but she could have simply called her safeword and gotten away. She could have, yet she didn’t.

“Call red, Jess,” I said, my voice tight as I struggled to keep her in place. She was fighting so hard, but if I wasn’t careful, I’d hurt her, and I didn’t want to do that. “Call it, now. Give up.”

She laughed, the sound maniacally mocking. “Give up? Oh yeah, I bet you wish I’d give up.” She did it again, grinding her ass against me. She was doing it on purpose now. “You lost! I got you just like I said I would.”

She almost wrenched herself out of my hold, but I snatched her back. I pressed her against the wall, pinned there by the throat. There was nothing but defiance in her eyes as she looked at me, our bodies pressed so close that I could feel her chest rise and fall with every breath.

“Why won’t you fucking call it?” I said. “Why don’t you stop trying? You’re not going to win.”