Scandalous Games (Arranged Games Book 1)

Both of them halt, their lips still inches apart as my voice cuts through the air.

“Get away from him, kitten.”

I exhale only when she leans away from him but continues to move her hips slowly. My fists clench when one of the straps of her dress falls dangerously low on her slender shoulder.

“You’re interrupting us again, Dash,” she retorts, without looking my way.

Fucking brat.

She will pay for every second she remains glued to him.

Justin finally meets my furious gaze with a smirk of his own and shrugs innocently. I’ll be dealing with him later. That is if he comes out of this alive. Taking a threatening step forward, I harshly order her again, “Get the fuck off his lap before I kill him because of you.”

She stills but doesn’t move to follow my command despite the threat I have every intention of making a reality. Something she foolishly and defiantly ignores as she meets my gaze while Justin intelligently stays quiet. His amusement, however, is unmistakable.

“Kitten,” I warn, my voice on edge.

“Stop growling orders at me.” Her head whips toward mine and she says angrily, “I am not yours.”

Time freezes as her claim leaves a ringing in my ears. Such wrong words to utter, kitten. Even Justin tenses from the corner of my eye, knowing just how dangerous of a trigger they are for me.

In a flash, I’m across the room. She doesn’t get a chance to react before I’m hauling her off of his lap. Her small fists connect with my chest. They don’t even penetrate past my clothes and I capture them in my hand in a vise grip.

I drag her farther inside the room, away from him.

“Leave,” I tell Justin, who wisely listens and doesn’t argue.

Bianca stares at his back like he betrayed her before her eyes flick back to mine, breathing fire. Underneath her gaze lies a drugging blend of lust and satisfaction, like she was waiting for this moment. Yearning for me to snatch her from my best friend.

To fight the only person I call family.

I can’t decide which one of us should be more scared. Her for the destruction she has coming her way if she wisely doesn’t stay away, or me for being so weak and self-sabotaging when it comes to her.

As I stare at her, I’m as impressed as I’m mad that the little vixen took it this far. When in reality, I should be disappointed that I lost so easily. My control is as slippery as sand at this point.

None of it compares to the rapture running in my veins at having her all to myself. But then she opens her mouth, spoiling my momentary bliss.

“You ruined my date.”

That damn haughty lilt to her voice gets me every time. Freeing her wrists, I grab her ass and pull her onto her tiptoes. Our harsh breaths fill the narrow space.

“What part of ‘stay away from him’ did you not understand, kitten?” I demand, leaning into her face and crumpling her dress between my fingers. The material is so soft and thin that my hands twitch to tear it off her. “And stop calling it a date when we both know the truth.”

“What part of I’m not your business didn’t you understand?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, kitten,” I growl. “You are my fucking business.”

“Since when?”

“Since you crashed back into my life.” A dark shiver runs down her spine that I feel underneath my palm. Inching my fingers up, I wrap my fist around her silken hair and yank her head back. “So when I tell you to do something, you obey.”

“Or what?” she taunts.

I push her backward and throw her on the couch instead of replying. I’d rather show her I’m a man of action and my threats aren’t empty.

Her excuse of a dress rides up her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her lace panties. But when I stare at her, all I see are Justin’s hands on her skin.

And the vision of her pussy grinding on his lap.

Him breathing the same air as her.

My face must betray my violent thoughts because she licks her soft lips while backing away. I predict her move at the same second she jumps and runs in the opposite direction. I catch her around the waist, her back colliding with my chest as I carry her with one arm to the couch.

Addicted to her scent, I inhale roughly while taking her earlobe between my teeth. The sound of her soft whimper shoots straight to my cock when I bite down hard. “Run again and I’ll fuck you on that stage after I catch you.”

She shudders violently as if the vision I painted is thrilling her.

“Yo-you wouldn’t.”

“You let another man touch you, Bianca. Maybe you’ll like it when they watch you too,” I murmur, licking the column of her throat.

When she doesn’t answer, I push her face down on the couch and spread her thighs to situate myself between them. Her hips buck against my hard length pressing into her tight ass. Pulling her head up with my grip on her hair, I demand, “Tell me… do you want to be fucked in a room full of strange men? Their lusty eyes on your cunt as it stretches around my cock, and your tits shaking from the force of my thrusts while they wish it were them instead? Answer me, kitten.”

I tug at her hair when she closes her eyes. Her tongue wets her bottom lip before she utters, “Says the man who wouldn’t even let me get close to his best friend.”

My cock hardens painfully at her sassy taunt while my stunned silence makes her bold.

“The same man who threatened to murder him if I didn’t get away. You become mad when I talk to other men, Dash, let alone touch. And you’re telling me that you can handle them seeing me naked, writhing and moaning your name, when you all but think I belong to you?”

There’s a tightening in my chest when she whispers the last words because a part of me knows she’ll never be truly mine. The reminder feels like a stab in my gut. Maybe I can have her for just one night despite knowing it’ll never be enough.

I have to purge her out of my system.

“You don’t belong to me,” I angrily reply.

She isn’t deterred and pushes her hips into mine. “Then let me go back to Justin.”

“No.” The sound emerges from deep inside me.

“Make a choice, Dash, because I’m sick of your mind games. At least with him, I know what I’m in for.”

“Fucking hell, Bianca.”

“Admit you were jealous,” she demands, her confidence rising as she feels my stubbornness crumbling. Where the fuck has all this sass come from? It both turns me on and makes my blood run cold with annoyance.

When she grinds against my dick and moans loudly, I dip my head between her shoulder and neck. I bite her collarbone when the scent of her arousal hits my nostrils.

“Dash,” she cries when I suck harder instead of freeing her skin from between my teeth. Like a masochist, the pain only ignites her desire. It doesn’t seem to distract her because she whispers, “Say you lied about not wanting to fuck me again.”

“Damn it, woman,” I curse, pushing off of her.

I run my hands through my hair, trying to stay strong and not give in to her pull. Once I say it out loud, she gets all the power and there will be no taking it back. She turns on her back and I wait for hurt to flicker in her face but she stares back softly, like a breathing temptation and a seductress.

“Does admitting the truth scare you, Mr. Stern?” she taunts, head tilted.

If she knew the half of it, she wouldn’t be seducing me with her come-hither eyes, dress shoved up to her waist and soaked panties on display. Her pussy is so bloody wet that the material outlines her folds. My mouth waters to part her slit and lick her juices.

It’s starving to know if she still tastes the same.

“How far were you planning to take it with him, kitten?” I ask, lifting my gaze to hers.

I observe her as she chooses whether to answer me or continue her little agenda. It’s like we’re stuck in a dance of tango, circling and circling but neither of us giving in fully.

The push and pull.

The thick tension, killing us both slowly.

“You shouldn’t have stopped,” she says with a tilt of her lip and shrugs. “Because now you’ll never know.”

“You were going to kiss him,” I state, the accusation cutting through the air.

Slowly, her gaze lowers to my mouth and her tongue peeks out to bite the corner of her lips. When her pupils dilate like she’s helplessly wondering what I’ll taste like, I draw closer to her.

A moth to a flame.

A predator to its prey.

A thirsty man to an oasis.

When I rest my hands on either side of her hips, crowding her, she stares at me from below and muses, “Maybe, and then I would’ve let him fuck me…” A low growl escapes my lips, which makes her smile. “Or maybe I knew you’d chase him away before I could, Dash.”

My cock jerks painfully at the sweet purr in her voice and I grab the backs of her spread knees and yank her to the edge. A surprised yelp spills from her mouth as I slap them wider and lower to my haunches.

“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you, kitten?” I hum, placing soft kisses along her left thigh.

“Of course,” she teases. “I brought you to your knees.”

“And that gives you power?”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not even close,” I whisper just as I dig my teeth into her skin where Justin held her. Back bowing from the pain, she cries out and grips my hair, pushing me back. I enjoy the bite of her fingers pulling at my strands and suck the spot on her thigh hard.

I’m savage as I do the same to her other thigh while she chokes out, “Dash… Please.”

The way she screams sounds like she’s in pain but the wetness leaking and glistening on her panties say the opposite.

I become dizzy from the scent of her arousal, her moans, and the way her whole body writhes. The sight of her soft tits shaking so wildly as she shakes side to side, makes me imagine them doing the same when I make her ride my dick.

“Fuck… Dash. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, you will because neither could I while seeing you in his arms since the second you walked in with him,” I growl, my voice not sounding like my own. “Every part of you that he touched, felt, enjoyed… I’m going to mark with my teeth.”

Blush darkens her high cheekbones as she gazes down at me and licks her lip before murmuring, “He didn’t touch me anywhere else.”

Her voice is a little breathless and inviting.

“Didn’t he, though?” I arch my brow and cup her pussy tightly. “You rubbed your cunt all over him, Bianca.” Her eyes widen in fear and arousal as I push her panties to the side and lick my lips. “I ought to mark you here too.”

“Don’t you dare.”

I tsk when she attempts to close her legs and place my shoulders in between, so she can’t close them. An electric shiver courses through her when I lower my mouth to her core, hovering but not touching. She moans when I inhale deeply despite the slight embarrassment I sense in her.

“Remember this the next time you dare to test me.” I grunt and lick her slit before I bite it hard enough so she feels the sting and still craves it. Her juices taste like an expensive candy I could become addicted to.

Jesus. Her flavor is just like I remember.

“Oh fuck. fuck.” She thrashes wildly. “Dash… Ah.”

I’m taken back to that night as I suck on her pussy lips until they’re swollen and reluctantly pull away before I forget it’s her punishment, not pleasure.

When I look up, her hand covers her mouth to keep from moaning or screaming my name. I crawl over her body and when I lower her arm, I become stuck on a lone tear that escapes down her cheek.

She watches, mesmerized, as I lean down and kiss it away. When I pull back, we’ve both traveled back to seven years ago when I replaced all her tears with soft kisses until she melted in my arms.

The moment feels awfully sweet and romantic but I’m none of those things. I never will be. So before we fall into dangerous territory, I shove her wrists above her head to give her the only two things I’m capable of.

Pain and pleasure.

I watch her pupils dilate as I trap and hold her immobile. Her nipples harden into tight peaks that beg for my mouth. With my free hand, I trace around her tight bud and slowly slide my fingers lower until I’m met with the soft skin of her thigh.

“Dash,” she whispers, restless and horny.

I tease and rub back and forth before inching them underneath her dress. I stop just short of her wet heat, leaving her in torment. I groan when I feel wetness on her inner thighs. The little cocktease got so wet tormenting me that it dripped out.

Deep down, I know it’s all for me.

Still, I won’t be satisfied until she says it.

“Were you wet for him, kitten? Did you leave a spot on his thigh when you were grinding like a slut?” I demand, my dirty words arousing her. “Is he walking around with your scent on his skin?”

“I… I… don’t know,” she lies and whimpers when I pinch the inside of her thigh.

“Or was it because of me? Did your cunt weep at the thought of torturing me, maddening me? Did you wish it were me instead?”

A deep blush covers her cheeks while each inhale and exhale of her breath brings our lips closer. I yearn to kiss and ravage her mouth because it was the one thing she didn’t allow me that night. The taste and softness of her lips.

The rush of our tongues dueling.

Oh how I craved to steal the kiss that she kept denying.

“Why do you care, Dash?” Her voice sounds almost hurt while her eyes glint sharply. “You told Justin to have me. Don’t get mad that I let him when you all but pushed me into his arms.”

My heart aches to tell her I didn’t mean it but the words won’t come out. I shouldn’t care about her damn feelings. I bury my conflicting emotions by hardening my expression.

“You started this little game, kitten.” My taunting voice causes her to grit her teeth and she pushes against my hold. I pinch her again until she stills but breathes harshly. “Now, I’m going to make you regret it.”

“The hell you will.”

“I told you there will be consequences if you don’t listen.”

Her legs kick out when I pull us up with my grip on her arm. I smile as she tries to slap my hands away but I easily maneuver her onto her knees. Her wrists once again trapped behind her back.

I circle my arm around her heavy tits and pull her flush against my chest. Slapping her thighs, I part them wide until cool air caresses her exposed cunt, making her tremble. Inching my fingers between them, I rip her useless panties with a flick and circle her clit twice.

“Fuck!” she moans like she hasn’t been touched in ages. It makes me curious.

“When was the last time you were fucked, kitten?”

“None of your business,” she forces out past the pleasure coursing through her. Her favorite words while the exact opposite for me. Despite it, I don’t miss the slight embarrassment in her tone.

I smile when I realize the truth, feeling relieved and thrilled at the thought.

“How long since you had a cock inside you?” She doesn’t answer, so I still my fingers rubbing on her slit, and coax, “Your pussy is screaming it’s desperate to be filled. Tell me, baby.”

“Fuck you, Dash.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her cries of shock and pleasure drown my ears when I spank her pussy rapidly. My cock hardens even more at the wet sound her pussy makes as it connects with my palm each time. My pleasure spikes when the evidence of her enjoying the harsh slaps lands on my fingers.

“Oh god!” She pants in shock, body going lax. When I flick and pinch her sensitive clit, she tries to shut her legs, but it only traps my hand.

“Such a perfect girl taking her spanking so well.”

“You fucking asshole! I can’t believe yo—” Spank. “S-stop doing that.”

“Keep bad-mouthing me and I won’t stop,” I scold harshly. “You still haven’t answered my questions, kitten.”

“Oh, so you can skirt the truth but I can’t?” Most girls would give in after a harsh spanking, yet the one in my arms keeps asking for more with her steel determination.

“You don’t know the floodgate you’re opening, Bianca,” I warn. “Or the monster you’re inviting.”

Unafraid and bold, she arches her back and raises her hand to wrap around the back of my neck while the other sneaks over mine resting over her pussy. I almost come in my pants when she guides my fingers to her entrance, pushing the tips inside, and whispers, “I already let you in a long time ago, Dash. It’s too late for the warning, don’t you think?”

The feeling when you realize you’re in real trouble yet can’t do shit, it’s the same rushing through me at her confession. Before I can thrust my fingers inside, she catches me off guard and shoves my hand away, slipping from underneath me.

She steps out of my reach, shaking her head when I make a grab for her. It’ll take nothing for me to yank her back but the expression on her face holds me back. I watch as her lips purse and she says, “But I’m still going to end this little game. You don’t get to interfere in my life and then not tell me the reason.”

“You know what’s funny, kitten?” I rise to my full height and stalk closer, making her neck tilt. “You want me to admit my feelings yet you yourself won’t give me the full truth.”

I smirk viciously when her confidence falters. We both know she’s not just here to prove me a liar and punish me in her own perfect way.

It’s another last attempt to make me her fake husband.

A bold plan but fuck if it’s not working.

Our gazes remain locked in a silent war as I wait patiently for her to either deny or simply walk. I gloat thinking I have all the power, but I fume when she crushes it with a finality.

“You’re right… somewhat,” she says, smirking. “I’m still going with my plan, but I didn’t come here for you. I was going to ask Justin, an idea you gave me, by the way. But making you jealous… Well, that was just the icing on the cake.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m still going to ask him.”

“The fuck you will,” I growl, my mood darkening. “Come. Here.”

“No.” She shakes her head and turns around to leave.

Once again I’m thrown back to the night I saw her for the first time in my bedroom and then watched her leave with Niall—just like right now to someone else. An urgency like never before spreads through me and every single thought turns to dust except the thought of not letting her walk away.

“I wasn’t jealous seeing you with him, Bianca.” My guttural and raw voice stills her just as she reaches the hallway. “I was in pain.”

I cross the distance and take her hand in mine, slowly turning her around to face me. Tilting her head back, I cup her cheek and let it all out. “Every single smile, every word, every touch that you gave him freely made me see and bleed red. It was a constant battle inside my head to not care, to not stare and not have you all to myself.”

Everything I say is the truth, except I wasn’t talking about Justin.

And she doesn’t even realize it.

“Dash.”

“But I still can’t marry you,” I utter. “Even if it’s fake and a sham.”