Scandalous Games (Arranged Games Book 1)

My stunned gaze collides with Dash’s in the mirror, and I stammer, “Dash.”

A predatory expression darkens his green orbs as they hold mine captive. As if he willed my body with a silent command, wetness gathers in my pussy and I clench to soothe the ache. His fingers flex as my arousal permeates the air while I become impossibly turned on by the sight of the over-six-feet-tall, dark, and handsome man.

My husband.

My kryptonite.

The muscles beneath his suit pull taut like he’s fighting some inner urge. My mind is frayed, lust too heavy at his mere presence, while he sucks all the oxygen out of the small space. He’s impeccably dressed in his posh business suit while I have my tits spilling out of my top and my ass against his slowly hardening cock.

“What are you doing here?” I gasp past the slight hitch in my voice. I move to stand but his fingers don’t allow me, tightening painfully in a warning.

“Stay,” he growls low.

An electric shiver courses down my spine and my breathing quickens at the domineering command in his dark voice. The difference in our clothing, only heightening my depraved lust.

Ever so gently and slowly, he traces his fingers up my back and pushes the soft material until cool air caresses my skin. All thoughts about how he ended up here and found me, dissolve into nothingness with his seductive touch. Days’ worth of hunger and tension hits my body all at once and I know he’s feeling the same.

He continues his agonizing torment until I’m itching to jump his bones. A desperate moan slips out when he thrusts his cock. The sound of my need snaps his tightly laced control. Gathering my hair in his fist, he tugs hard until my back is arched.

“Look in the mirror and take out your tits.”

My hard nipples scrape against the lace as I push it down and the friction sends a zap straight to my clit. My breasts shake with every breath. His attention lowers to them and a violent shudder rocks my body as he pinches my nipple without any warning. He circles the other before giving it the same treatment.

“Play with your pussy.”

I’m all too happy to oblige as I push my hand underneath the thong and touch my wet folds before rubbing up and down. His rough hands don’t stop their assault on my sensitive nipples. He palms and squeezes my breasts before spanking the hard tips.

“Dash!” I cry out, forgetting anyone could hear us. His eyes stay locked on my moving hand as I circle my clit, trying to chase the building orgasm. But it’s his fingers I’m aching for.

“Give me your fingers. I want to taste how wet you are for me.”

His guttural request sends another surge of arousal and I bite my lip as I bring my wet hand to his lips. I watch in the mirror as he devours and licks my juices with a hungry groan. I almost come undone as his eyes close in satisfaction.

“You like my taste?” I purr.

His eyes flash open before turning wild, and he smirks. “You’re my favorite flavor in the world, wifey.”

I blush and try not to melt into a puddle. The hand in my hair tightens while the one playing with my sensitive breasts reaches between my thighs and cups my pussy. He grinds the base of his palm against my clit while sliding two fingers in deep. He traces me from my opening to my clit before pinching it roughly.

“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” He raises one arrogant eyebrow while continuing to caress and trace my drenched slit. When I hesitate, he yanks my wrist and inserts my finger inside and… His own.

Our eyes remain locked as he moves our fingers together in a slow but deep rhythm in my pussy. It feels naughty, illicit, and so goddamn hot that I gush even more. The wetness has his jaw clenching and heat darkening his angular face.

“You feel yourself clenching, kitten? How you’re choking our fingers like a greedy girl? Nothing comes close to heaven compared to this,” he rasps in a guttural tone that has my walls tightening, and he smiles devilishly before plunging in another finger. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“No.”

“Good girl.” Fucking me faster, he thrusts against a secret spot that has me seeing stars. “This tight pussy is mine, kitten. You come when I allow you and never without me. Understand?”

“Yes,” I moan.

I pant heavily as his thumb flicks my clit while our fingers are still inside. Dash is a filthy, deviant man and just when I think he can’t be more filthy and deviant, he proves me wrong. And I like it. A lot.

The woman in me driven by lust and wantonness.

When I bite down to stop from screaming out my pleasure, he increases the pressure and like a dirty savage, demands, “No. I want to hear the little sounds you make, kitten. You’re going to scream my name as I make you come like this. Bent over, tits on display, while I play with your cunt like my dirty whore.”

“Oh god!” I whimper when he shoves two of his fingers to the hilt.

Finger fucking me ruthlessly, he barks, “Not God. Your husband.”

Three fingers become four until I’m stretched and too full. With every thrust, I rise on my toes, incapable of everything except clenching around his hand. The pleasure, so intense after being deprived of it for weeks that before I know it, my orgasm barrels down on me.

“Yes! Dash!” I sob his name again and again.

I haven’t even come down from my high when I find myself turned around and pushed against the mirror. My lips part in awe and exhilaration when he lowers to his knees, rips off the expensive lingerie, and crushes his mouth against my dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

His broad shoulders hold me spread open, fingers digging into my inner thighs, as he eats me like a starved and possessed man. He’s unhinged, messy, and loud as he lashes my slit with his tongue. I shudder violently as he shoves his tongue inside my opening and fucks me like he would do with his cock.

It’s maddening. Combusting. Pure ecstasy.

In the reflection in the opposite mirror, I look like a prey captured by a vicious hunter who is ripping me apart with each suck and bite.

As if that’s not enough, he cups the back of my knee and throws it over his shoulder so he can tongue fuck me deeper and harder. My fingers pull at his hair and he growls like a beast when I grind and thrust my pussy against his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I plead when another powerful orgasm builds.

“Scream my name, wife.”

I shatter at the possessive claim, splintering into pieces. He sucks my clit while thrusting his fingers so wave after wave of pleasure sends me on a cloud. His hands are the only things holding me up while I clutch his shoulder.

When my moans die down, I peer at him through blurry eyes. The primal satisfaction in his light pupils warms my chest. Kissing my pussy softly, he lowers my leg and rises to his full height. I’m an utter mess while he’s still perfectly dressed, except for his mussed-up hair.

We silently bask in each other’s warmth before he breaks the silence.

“You’re making it a habit of me storming out of my meetings.”

“But I didn’t call you.”

“Then I’m guessing Iris is the one who sent me your picture from your phone?”

My eyes widen when I remember she and my sister are right outside and I gave them a free porn show. “Oh my god!”

He reads my mind and chuckles. “Don’t worry. They’re not outside.”

“You’re a corrupt influence, Dash.”

“Who else am I going to corrupt if not my wife, kitten?” he muses before running his thumb over my exposed nipples, desire flashing in his gaze. “Especially when you looked so innocent yet sexy in this lace. Did you wear it while thinking of me?”

I have half a mind to deny it but I find myself unable to. “Yes.”

“Buy some more so I can rip it off you later.”

I shake my head at his insatiable appetite. Who am I kidding? I’m just as bad.

“As you wish, darling.” I wink, loving his reaction at the endearment.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Smiling, I push at his chest. “Get out before we get caught.”

He arches one eyebrow with an amused expression. “After last time, you should know your commands don’t work on me.”

“I still need to get dressed.”

“Then by all means.” He backs away and leans in the corner. “I’m not waiting outside.”

Sighing at his controlling tone even though butterflies are dancing in my belly, I take off the ruined baby doll that I’ll have to pay for anyway. His eyes lazily trace every inch of my naked and flushed skin, still glowing from the two mind-blowing climaxes while he rubs his bottom lip with his thumb. The move, so sexy and smooth.

I’m staring at his mouth when he commands huskily, “Give me a kiss.”

My heart flip-flops behind my rib cage as I close the small gap between us and lay my palms on his chest before rising to meet his lips. I lick the seam teasingly until his tongue tangles with mine and I suck it softly, deriving a groan from his chest.

He lets me take the lead and the rush is addictive. I grasp the lapels of his jacket and crush my breasts against his abs and kiss him deeply. I taste a combination of me and him on his tongue and a familiar possessiveness flares inside of me.

He greedily palms my ass, tugging my pussy against his pulsing cock. I ache to make him come in my mouth, but he feels content just kissing me and I don’t want to break the sensual moment. A gate has opened in our intimacy and I’m scared yet hooked on the feeling.

We’re both breathing heavily when we pull apart, my arms circling his neck as he embraces me.

“You’re never going shopping without me.”

“As long as I get to come on your tongue.”

“Anything for my wife.”

As soon as I’m dressed in my jeans and top once more, I twist toward Dash. Intertwining our hands—like he always does—he walks us out the dressing room and to the store, where we find my sister and best friend.

They both have guilty yet smug grins on their faces as they approach us.

“Oh, fancy seeing you here, Dash,” says Iris innocently.

“He told me about the text, Iris.”

“Well then, did you like my surprise?”

I bite my lip but the blush on my face says it all. Dash wisely stays quiet but I can feel the male satisfaction pouring off of him. He is too pleased with the outcome.

Arya takes mercy on me and questions Dash. “Are you also coming with us to grab lunch, Dash?”

“I already had my favorite lunch.”

Oh my god. I flush red from head to toe because there’s no missing the double meaning behind his words. The grin on Iris’s face splits into a naughty smile while Arya isn’t doing any better.

Dash is unashamed and turns to me. Kissing me on the lips, he murmurs, “I’ll see you at home, wifey.”

All throughout the day, I taste him and me on my lips until there’s no hiding the truth to myself.

This—us—isn’t fake anymore.

But the question is… Am I willing to risk my heart again?