Scandalous Games (Arranged Games Book 1)

Tangled limbs. Greedy hands. Rough thrusts.

That’s all my mind screams while my eyes are ensnared by Dash. I forget all rational thoughts about him being in my city. Including the fact that he is now rich enough to be able to come to an elite men’s club. All I feel is the strongest urge to watch and never look away as I stare at the threesome in the mirror in front of them.

He looks the same, yet nothing like the last time I saw him.

Those piercing green eyes are the same but they hold an edge and hardness in them.

I’m hit with the flashbacks of our one and only night together like it happened only yesterday. It hits me with a force that even as he takes the woman, his gaze doesn’t hold the desire they once held for me. The hunger I saw in them is missing.

Even more disturbing is how easily I’m able to tell.

His rich brown hair curls against the collar of his shirt that he always wore in a military buzz cut. It drew attention to the cuts and sharp angles of his face. Though his hair is longer now, it doesn’t soften his lethally handsome face. I can’t decide which look is more attractive.

Then my brain taunts me that I shouldn’t find either appealing.

The hands that once held me delicately are now digging hard into the woman’s waist as he mercilessly fucks her from behind. None of them notice my presence.

The girls and I are lost in him but only they are lucky to have his attention. Lucky to feel the pleasure he’s bringing them.

Why wasn’t he rough with me?

What we shared was intimate, soft… like making love. The exact opposite of the ruthless fucking before me.

Unexpected jealousy and longing stabs me in my core at the unwanted voice inside my head. Maybe it’s the shock of running into him. Maybe it’s witnessing this primal side of his that I never knew existed and the truth that I haven’t been with a man in months.

Or just maybe… it’s the inexplicable draw of Dash.

The man I traded secret glances with while being in the arms of my boyfriend. I never wanted or desired him back then. Yet he was the one I ran to when shit fell apart.

Tonight of all nights, fate has me landing into his lap once again.

Could it be a sign? Even if it was, the meaning is lost on me.

I’m drawn back to the filthy threesome when he grunts, “Get on the couch and suck on your friend’s clit.”

His domineering voice raises goosebumps on my heated skin. The command seeps into my bones even though it’s not meant for me.

I lurk in the shadows like a creep, unable to stop staring.

Dash only has his pants unbuttoned and sleeves rolled like he couldn’t be bothered except for fucking. Both of the beautiful women are naked with one sprawled on the couch facing me, while her head is tilted toward him. The one he commanded seductively moves to lie underneath the other and tastes her friend’s pussy.

They’re so uninhibited and unashamed.

I wonder in envy how addictive it must feel to be so lost in your own lust that you forget about the world around you. To be so hungrily spellbound by another human.

Will I ever know this feeling before I inevitably sacrifice myself?

Love isn’t in the cards for me, but will I be deprived of lust too?

The longer I watch them, the more the haze of desire vanishes until it’s almost replaced by emptiness. I’m being cruelly taunted by a life I’ll never live. Pleasure I’ll never feel.

Even unintentionally, Dash Stern has managed to make me despise myself once again.

So before I’m caught, I decide to leave. Silently, I take a step backward, only for my heel to twist awkwardly in the carpet and the glass to fall from my grip. It shatters to the floor with a loud bang.

Time suspends as hooded dark eyes clash with mine.

I desperately wish for the ground to swallow me up or my body to vanish into thin air. Nothing happens except for the haunting recognition sparking on his face. His eyes melt into molten heat, making my pulse speed up. They darken with potent lust and I just know he’s thinking about the same fateful night.

I hate the warmth that spreads through me that he hasn’t forgotten.

I hate that he’s evoking such strong reactions from me.

The girls glare at me for the interruption while I capture his undivided attention. He stills inside the woman he was fucking and runs his gaze down the length of me. His stare lingering on my heaving breasts before they lock on my face.

My instincts tell me to run but it’s as impossible as moving a mountain.

No one utters a word or moves an inch except for him. His grip eases on the girl as he pulls out, but I don’t dare drop my eyes lower. I don’t want to know if his cock is as thick and long as I remember.

My toes curl in my heels when he tucks his dick away and arrogantly walks to where I’m standing. My resolve crumbles and falls to the floor as I helplessly take in his sculpted physique. His shoulders are so broad and packed with muscles that he easily dwarfs my small frame.

I have to crane my neck just to hold his unwavering stare. Even with my four-inch heels, I only reach just below his shoulders. His height is intimidating like he could crush me any second.

There were times when he watched me with wild madness.

When he forgot to be cold and detached.

I suck in a sharp breath when he lifts a finger to my blushing cheek before dropping it at the last second. I sway closer, his musky and unique scent teasing my senses.

His chiseled and clean-shaven jaw clenches at the small gesture.

Why is he mad?

“Dash,” I whisper, unable to handle the thick silence.

The heat of his body.

The familiar rush of forbidden feelings.

“You haven’t changed, kitten,” he taunts, like it hasn’t been seven years since we last saw each other. When I sneaked away like a thief in the night.

His lips tug to the side when I visibly shiver at the insulting nickname. He knows how much I hate the sound of it. It used to be his favorite pastime to tease me with it and the more I reacted, the more often he did it.

“What?”

“You still stick your nose where it doesn’t belong,” he growls low. “Like a curious kitten.”

“And you’ve become worse,” I hiss.

“Is that why you haven’t run away?”

His voice becomes deeper and he edges closer until we’re only a lingering breath away. It takes all my willpower to remain still and control my beating heart. Am I really feeling attracted to him? No, I can’t be.

I’m freaking confused with my body’s reaction to his presence.

Shouldn’t seven years be enough to get rid of his pull?

Or maybe it’s because he was my first.

“Why did you fuck me differently that night?” I blurt out like a fool.

I wait for him to kick me out for interrupting his sex marathon or ignore me completely in his unnerving way. Like he did in the past by closing off his expressions, treating me like I was a nuisance.

He does neither and somehow, it’s scarier. Because now, I have no clue on how to deal with the man he’s become. Only that I can’t be unguarded around him.

His head tilts to the side, making his hair spill into his eyes which flare in seduction. He’s not even shocked at my unexpected question. Instead, a predatory grin crosses his lips and he asks, “Differently how?”

“Yo-you already know.”

“No I don’t,” he denies before pushing, “tell me. How did I fuck you?”

Shit. The word fuck, eliciting a sudden throb in my core. Him going from never saying more than two words to me to suddenly demanding me unabashedly is giving me whiplash.

It’s like falling off a cliff without knowing what lies below.

His bold stare challenges me to say the words even though my devious thoughts are as obvious as the bulge in his pants. And one thing I could never do when it came to Dash… was back down.

“Softly… like I was made of glass and you were afraid to break me.”

“You were already broken, sweetheart,” he viciously growls. “Or did you forget?”

I shudder but don’t cower like he wants.

“I’m not the same girl, Dash,” I growl back. “I don’t get hurt so easily now, especially by a man who means nothing to me.”

My need to find a distraction to forget the shittiness of everything going sideways tonight was a wrong decision. I’m seriously regretting ever coming out of my house. I should’ve just gotten drunk until I passed out like a normal adult.

Instead, I’m in a battle with a ghost from my past.

The man is still as infuriating as ever. With the same arrogance I loathed.

Having had enough, I glare at him and the two naked girls behind who are still throwing daggers at me for ruining their orgasmic night.

“Goodbye, asshole,” I curse before whirling around.

I’ve not even taken a step when I collide into a wall of muscle. What is it with people running into me at every turn?

Strong hands steady me before I can fall and the same amused voice from earlier in the hallway teases, “You’re not slipping away again, beautiful.”

“You really love sneaking, don’t you, kitten?” muses Dash from behind me. Then orders, “Bring her back, Justin.”

The name rings a bell and my eyes widen in recognition. He’s Dash’s childhood best friend and if I could remember correctly, they were inseparable when I was dating Dash’s stepbrother. That’s why he felt so familiar. He obviously recognizes me from the satisfied grin on his face.

“My name is Bianca. Not beautiful or kitten,” I hiss in annoyance.

Justin picks me up around the waist to carry inside like I weigh nothing. I jerk and twist in his hold but it’s a silly attempt at best. He’s built powerfully like his friend.

“Let me go,” I yell.

The sheer audacity of them as they treat me however they please has me shocked and fuming. They’re not even scared of the consequences and are completely unbothered by my resistance. My feeble fight is amusing to them.

Just who has Dash Stern become? My mind wonders.

Justin twists me around until I face Dash and shoves me against his hard chest. I back away, only for him to pull me flush and capture my arms. He holds them so tight that it’s impossible to tug myself free.

“Let go of my hands, Dash,” I demand.

“No.”

My muscles pull taut when he takes my wrist in one hand and roams the other between my breasts up to my throat. The possessive move leaves me no choice but to feel him everywhere. I inhale his scent like it’s my only air.

His rock-hard abs press against my soft ones. The top of my nipples are close to being exposed for his forest eyes because I’m breathing so fast. I helplessly shift to put space between us but it only rubs my lower belly against his hard length.

And fuck! It’s as thick as it was in my memory.

“Stay still,” he barks when I rub again involuntarily.

“No,” I taunt and push harder, hoping he’ll let go. It only makes him jerk between my thighs.

“Jesus!” curses Justin, who I almost forgot was here. “Was she always this feisty, Stern?”

Dash doesn’t lift his gaze from mine and watches so intensely that it takes my breath away. His eyes roam over every crevice of my face and I look away.

He’s grown even more intense. His beauty is the kind that becomes dangerous the older he gets. His aura and looks are deadly at thirty-five years old. I can’t even begin to imagine the power he’ll possess years later.

“Feisty, yes. But a brat, no,” Dash confesses to his friend, and Justin chuckles low.

“I’m not a fucking brat,” I growl, and struggle harder to free myself from his hold. “You have me here against my will, Dash.”

“Didn’t you sneak in here and watch me fuck like a voyeur?”

Heat rises on my cheeks and he grins savagely at the truth shining on my face. He’s smug knowing he has the upper hand.

“Maybe fuck behind closed doors next time.”

His smirk widens. “I never said I minded it.”

“It still doesn’t change the fact that you’re holding me captive.”

“You had your chance to run, kitten.”

“Don’t think I won’t complain about you and your friend.”

His fingers dig into my throat as he leans forward to threaten, “Then we better earn our punishment.”

Something is clearly wrong in the air tonight because my instincts have suddenly malfunctioned. Instead of fear, a raging curiosity and arousal spikes inside me at his threat.

I watch Justin in my peripheral vision as he takes a seat on one of the couches in the room with his arms spread like a king. He pats his thigh until one of the girls crawls and straddles him.

And when I mean crawl, she actually fucking crawls like a pet, and I watch as he whispers something in her ear. I blush when she begins to dry hump him.

My lips part on a whimper when Dash’s grip slides from my throat into my hair. He tugs until I’m staring at him with no option to look away.

He’s so close that I can make out the faint scar underneath his left eye and the dark flecks in his pupil. The dark flecks give them the most unique shade of green I’ve ever seen. They see everything while hiding his secrets in their depths.

My gaze falls to his lips, the bottom thicker than the top as he confesses, “I did fuck you differently, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

His hand frees my wrist but he places the other on my waist in a silent command to not move. The thin lace of my dress does nothing to ward off the warmth of his palm. Somehow, he makes me feel naked.

“Because you were too innocent to handle all of me.”

I wasn’t, though. I chased him, after all, when I could’ve chosen any other man.

“And those women are not?” I ask, jealousy dripping on every syllable.

A sadistic spark lights up his chiseled face while he traces a path up my spine with his finger. Every nerve ending in my body stands to attention. I’m lulled into a trance when he turns me around toward his friend.

His arm circles my waist and he slides my hair over my left shoulder. Goosebumps rise on my neck when I sense him lean down. My eyelids close to falling both from the vision in front of me and the infuriating man behind my back.

“What do you see when you look at her, kitten?” he rasps in my ear. “Do you see innocence?”

The girl has now moved between Justin’s legs on the floor. She looks up at him coyly while biting her lip. At first glance, she appears shy and innocent as her fingers inch to his cock. But when I stare closely, there’s a shark-like glint as well as cockiness in her gaze.

“No,” I whisper just as she pulls out his cock and deepthroats him easily. “She’s acting like one.”

I feel my blush go deeper when my pussy drips at Justin’s pleasurable moan. My body sweats at the harsh face fucking once he takes control. I’m shocked that I don’t want to look away. It’s not because of Justin. Though he’s attractive as hell, it’s the raw act that has me spellbound and turned on.

And the presence of Dash.

“You see how she takes his dick so well?” he murmurs, letting me watch for a few more seconds before harshly growling, “It’s because she’s a paid whore.”

I’m twisted around to face him and his eyes darken at my hooded ones. He grips my jaw and raises his eyebrow while coaxing, “Is that what you desire, kitten? Would you have wanted me to claim your virginity like a whore?”

“N-no,” I murmur, my tone unsure.

I don’t want to be treated like a whore… Or do I?

“I think she just likes to watch,” chuckles Justin from behind.

“Does she now?” Dash hums without breaking our stare.

My heart races uncontrollably. An ache builds in my core, making my clit pulse.

God! What is happening to me?

“You wanna watch us fuck those girls?” Dash asks. He enjoys the torment like he can read my dirty thoughts, and whispers like the devil he’s become, “Or do you want to be my whore, Bianca?”