Scandalous Games (Arranged Games Book 1)

(Seven years ago)

Tonight is going to be the night.

I’m done being the only eighteen-year-old girl holding on to her virginity like a devoted nun or a lovesick fool waiting for her wedding night. I want to know the feel of a hard cock as it slides inside me and the orgasm that follows. It will hurt but I’m past the point of caring. Niall and I will have sex, and I have the perfect plan to entice him.

His house is quiet when I enter with the spare key he gave me. But not too long, though, as the heavy wooden door makes a loud thumping noise after I shut it behind me. Niall lives in a two-story home just outside our university’s campus.

He and I met at my freshers’ party when he was a senior. The second I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. It was hard not to look away from his chiseled face with brown eyes, sharp jawline, and hair that fell on his forehead, giving him a bad-boy look.

When our gazes collided and he gave a soft, flirty smile, I was done for.

My heart was racing when he approached and kept me company throughout the whole party. Our chemistry could be felt sizzling in the air. But, of course, I didn’t give in to him so easily. I smile when I remember how he asked me out on a date daily for two whole weeks without losing his charm until I said yes.

Since then, I can feel myself falling for him with each day that passes.

My friends say we are the cutest couple on campus and the thought makes me blush.

It’s one of the reasons I’m not nervous to let him claim my virginity and just want him to be my first. We’ve already crossed all the bases and more, and each memory makes me hot. My favorite part is waking up to his mouth every morning.

Another thing I love about him is that he’s never pushed me for sex. He always puts my needs first and I trust him with my heart and my body.

I’m ready, so I decided to surprise him tonight. He’s out with his friends and won’t be home for another half hour. I’ve been planning this moment for a week and I’m dead set on wearing the sexiest Victoria’s Secret see-through lace bra and panty set I’ve purchased. I even went and bought condoms and lube.

A girl’s gotta be prepared.

My body shivers as I imagine Niall finding me on his bed, waiting for him. I crave for him to be mindless with need, unable to contain his lust as he takes me. Just the feel of his hard and muscled body pressing against mine has my pussy dripping.

Fuck. I hope he comes back soon.

Holding the bags in my hand, I head upstairs to his room. I think it’s the last one at the end of the hallway from when I visited last. We usually stay at my apartment that I share with my best friend Rosa so my memory is a little fuzzy.

There was no way I was risking our privacy, so I told him we’ll stay here tonight. Luckily, he didn’t protest or ask me any questions.

Maybe he sensed my dirty intentions.

Nah. He would’ve hinted or teased me for sure.

I step inside the last room on the left and switch on the lights while dumping my bags on the chair in the corner. The bed is slightly messy as if he left in a hurry while the rest of the room is neat. I decide to freshen up in the adjoining bathroom and put on my slutty lingerie since the clock is ticking.

Besides, the butterflies in my belly won’t let me sit idly.

Ah… I can’t believe I’m going to have sex. Rosa is going to be so jealous when I tell her. The poor girl herself is trying to pop her cherry, except her bully of a fiancé won’t let another man near her, let alone touch.

Maybe I shouldn’t tell her.

But then what are best friends for? At least, she’ll live vicariously through me.

I stop my train of thought as I enter the bathroom and sigh in pleasure when I stand under the shower. I wash my hair, shave my legs once more, before standing in front of the mirror and blow dry the wet curls.

My fingers tremble in excitement as I pull out the purple lace set and carefully slide it on. The material is so soft that I’m afraid if I pull slightly the wrong way, it’ll tear.

I wouldn’t mind Niall ripping it off of me, though.

Gosh, I’m horny already and he isn’t even here.

The purple color complements my light complexion while making my breasts look perky. My nipples are visible and harden a little at the slight coldness in the bathroom. I hold my hair in a ponytail as I twist to check out my hips in the mirror before releasing it. I finish getting ready and only put on a little blush, mascara, and lip gloss as makeup.

I smile, feeling beautiful and bold, and can’t wait until Niall finally sees me.

My phone sits on the marble and when I check, there’s a message from him saying he’ll be home in ten minutes. He also asks if I had dinner and I answer yes, even though I want to say hurry up instead. However, it will ruin the surprise.

I snap a few mirror selfies to memorize the big night.

Something to tease my boyfriend with later.

Taking one last look, I stride outside the bathroom without paying close attention to my surroundings. I’m so lost in righting the cups of my bra that I miss the hulking frame in the room until the temperature in the room rises to hotter degrees.

“Fuck,” a dark husky voice murmurs. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?”

I let out an involuntary scream at the sound of a strange man’s voice in my boyfriend’s bedroom. My terrified gaze collides with the prettiest shade of green eyes I’ve ever seen.

They burn with calm intensity and carnal lust.

I didn’t know this color of eyes even existed in real life. So unfair that I have the most boring shade of all… Brown.

Focus, Bianca. Stop drooling over a strange man’s features.

“Hmm… That’s not quite how I like to make a sexy girl scream.” His lips tilt as he teases me.

“Who the fuck are you?” I yell, once I find my voice.

Oh my god. I’m not in the wrong house, am I? Or is he a burglar or something?

Since when did thieves become so hot and had green eyes like a deep dark forest? They are supposed to be scary and ugly. They most certainly don’t flirt with their victims before looting them.

He does give off scary vibes, though.

I can feel the dark energy radiating from the way he stands tall with his arms crossed. Even his features are dangerously handsome, from his closed cropped hair that brings out the sharp angles of his face. His eyebrows slash over his eyes as he keeps them pinned on mine.

He’s dressed nicely too in a black button-down shirt. The top buttons undone, exposing his upper abs while wearing washed-up blue denim jeans. Damn. He’s built with thick muscles and I can tell he’s older than me.

Jesus, Bianca. Stop checking him out.

His mouth tugs to the side like he can read my thoughts.

“Get out of the house before I call the police,” I threaten while trying to remain strong and alert.

I wish I had something to defend myself against him, but I also can’t look away. He’ll probably use it to his advantage. God! Where the hell is Niall?

My words don’t penetrate the intimidating man as he stays rooted to the same spot. His amused gaze, which I can somehow see despite the blank expression on his face, drops lower. I follow the direction of his eyes and realize embarrassingly that I’m still in my fucking see-through lingerie.

“Hey! Stop staring…”

I wrap my arms around my breasts and cross my legs while searching for something to cover myself with. The effort is futile because it only pushes my breasts together teasingly and I’ve never hated the size of them until now.

He, on the other hand, is completely unashamed as he runs his hot gaze all over my body. Like he has every right. Like I belong to him.

Don’t know why I expected a burglar would have manners.

“Why should I, sneaky girl? You obviously wore it for me. You’re standing in my bedroom. I can see you used my shower too,” he arrogantly taunts. “I’ll admit, it’s kinda stalkerish but somehow I can’t seem to mind. The scared and blushing act is a turn-on too. Who knew I’d have a thing for crazy stalker girls?”

Is he delusional or a psycho? Definitely both. And I’m fucked either way.

“Are you insane?” I reply angrily. “And I’m not blushing.”

“You’re naked and I can see the flush on your skin, kitten.” His tone is deep, close to a growl, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Maybe I should just run before he goes full-blown psycho.

He strides forward stealthily as I’m plotting my escape plan. He’s halfway near me when I notice and take a step back, only to collide with the wall behind me. His woodsy scent envelops me as he rests his hands on either side of my frame.

Of course, he’s got height on me too as if his hulking frame wasn’t enough. I tilt my head to stare at him while my heart thunders both in fear and something else I don’t want to name.

“Get away from me.”

He arches his perfect eyebrow at my snarky tone. “Should you even be making demands, sneaky little girl?”

“You’re the one trespassing on someone else’s property.”

“Did Justin set you up on this?”

“What? Who?” I ask, flabbergasted.

Yep. We’ve entered the full-blown crazy dimension.

“Tell me your name.”

He wants to make introductions. Maybe he’ll need it to erase my existence once he murders me. Great. Now I’ve gone from thinking he’s a thief to a killer.

“No.”

“Do you want me to call you little girl when I fuck you then?” he softly says and boldly runs a single finger along my arm that’s curved around my chest protectively. “You clearly came here to get fucked.”

My body betrays me by shivering at his words and touch, and it triggers me into action as I shove at his hard abs. He’s taken off guard and I manage to run past, but I don’t get far before he captures my elbow.

I’m lifted off the ground and pulled back against his iron chest. His large hand wraps around my throat to hold me still. My eyes close at the feel of his body touching my naked skin.

His warmth seeps into my own, making me feel hot and bothered.

I shouldn’t feel turned on at his strength, yet I am. Like my body has a mind of its own.

He doesn’t flinch at my nails digging into his arm when his mouth lowers to my right ear. His tone holds a dark, threatening note as he speaks, “Did nobody teach you to never turn your back to a strange man when alone?”

Fear should be coursing through my veins right now.

I shouldn’t challenge or taunt him, yet it’s exactly what I do.

“Just like nobody taught you to never prey on an innocent woman or touch her without her consent.”

I feel his lips curve into a smile before he whips me around and backs me toward the bed. I lose my balance and land on it awkwardly. His vivid gaze locked on my bouncing breasts like a hungry wolf.

Formidable.

Dangerous.

He’s alert and doesn’t let me escape by leaning over me, glaring with a seductive expression. “Innocent women’s nipples don’t harden at the touch of said man, darling.”

I cover my heaving breasts and curse, “Fuck you!”

“Beg nicely and I might.”

I lose my patience and aim to kick between his legs but the strong asshole dodges. His fingers snake under my knees and he jerks me to the end of the bed. I swallow and pant nervously when he keeps leaning closer until I have no choice but to breathe in his woodsy scent.

“Get your hands off my girl, Dash.” Niall’s angry voice thunders just as the psycho’s lips stop inches from mine.

Dash and I freeze at the sound of my fuming boyfriend and fear finally takes root inside me. I don’t want him to think I was cheating on him from my undressed state and being in the arms of another man, who hasn’t let me go.

His fingers flex on my knees as his whole body pulses with an undercurrent of tension. It comes off in waves and I’m shocked at the expression on his face when his gaze clashes with mine. It’s like I’m staring into a completely different man.

Cold.

Intimidating.

Frightening.

I might as well have imagined the arrogant man who was teasing me only seconds ago. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding me so tight until I push against his grip.

Niall rushes to us and hauls me up against him.

For some bizarre reason, I feel the loss of Dash’s warmth and hands. I shake off the absurd feeling and let Niall dress me in his hoodie. He holds me possessively against his side and stares at Dash with hate.

Wait… How does he know his name? And why is he in his house?

“Do you two know each other?” I ask while looking between them questioningly.

“He’s my stepbrother,” sneers Niall. “My mom is married to his dad.”

My eyes widen in shock and everything clicks into place. Though, on the inside, I’m mad at Niall that he never told me about Dash. Shouldn’t this be something I should be aware of? However, judging by the animosity between them, I shouldn’t be surprised that he hasn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought he was a stranger.”

Niall peers down at me and winces as he apologizes, “Sorry, babe.” Then he turns to Dash and says in a displeased voice, “I didn’t know he was coming home.”

“Does he live in your house?”

“This is my house and not his, sweetheart,” Dash, who was quiet until now, says in a hard voice.

Oh my god. Does this mean I’ll run into him often? Especially after the embarrassment of tonight? How the hell am I supposed to walk around him, knowing he’s seen me practically naked?

Suddenly, the heaviness of everything hits me all at once.

My special plans got ruined and I’m still a virgin.

“Ignore him,” Niall orders, glaring at his stepbrother, and tugs at my hand. “Let’s go to my room, babe.”

I fall into step beside him and I’m almost out the door when I look back, feeling the pull toward the enigmatic man. His green eyes darken with heat and intensity like he can see through me. I glare when he roams his eyes over me from head to toe and smirks.

I hate him already and know I won’t like the coming days.

And every day, he proves me right.