Dangerous Card Games 소설 & 이야기

Her purse was getting fatter by the second. Delights wasn't just any Omega club. It had a reputation, but also rules.". Everyone had to show proof of suppressors or scent blockers. Odor eliminators were sprayed through the vents every thirty minutes, so the air was neutral, with no overwhelming combination of Alpha and Omega hormones. And security, burly men with serious guns, were everywhere, a steady, visible force. Sama felt, in a strange, perverse way, safer here than she ever had in her gilded cage at home.

He saw me placed between kings, a queen born from nothing but their rivalry. Dino reached into his jacket, he handed me my phone, one I had forgotten I had, and then he pulled out a black card, slapped it against my palm. “Funding. Pin’s 1794. Don’t fuckin’ waste it.” Alessandro smirked, sliding his own card free, holding it out with practiced elegance. “Take mine as well. Use what you must. Build what you need.” I stared at the cards. At first, confusion tangled me. Was this another game, another leash? But then it shifted. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I could use their games against them.

They were from Chris and Sanya There was also a book of dares. We read it and it was so much fun. We dared each other to perform different acts in the bedroom. We were definitely going to enjoy reading it. There was a board game for a couple. It was very interesting and we made our way around the cards and performed raunchy foreplay actions on each other. I was blushing very hard by looking at and trying those naughty gifts. There were so many things and I was curious to see all of them.

I only had to switch an idea he wouldn’t reject with the chance to be free from his ludicrous threats about mating Shannon by all means. Just like a three-card Monte. It was the oldest con in the book. The three cards could be anything, but it is usually a queen and two low-numbered cards placed side by side face down on a table. The queen is the only card that matters and you have to find it. The dealer starts every game with the cards in his hands, face down, cradling the edges of the card with his fingers. Two on one hand, the queen on the bottom and the ten above it, and a single five of diamonds on the other hand. He then throws down the queen, face down, and throws the other cards arou

That name, which was supposed to serve as an endearment is a form of slow agonising torture to him and this man, this criminal, had called it in a deliciously dark way. Dimitri caged him between his hand and repeated his question. “Do you know what the basis of a game is?” He stared.into his dark orbs, letting him see the defiance in his blue-green eyes. However, his eyes widened as Dimitri leaned in, just enough for their noses to graze. “It starts with two teams, two people, two enemies, two friends.” With each stall, Dimitri rubbed his nose on Vincent's. “And do you know what's common between the two?” He asked again.

But I wasn’t. Not when Ryder was sitting directly across from me, his presence a constant pull. “Alright,” Camilla said, clinking her glass with her fork. “Let us do something interesting” Daniel groaned. “Not another drinking game.” She rolled her eyes. “It is not that kind of game.” Nichole perked up. “What kind of game?” “Pick a card” Camilla smirked. “We will all pick a card and answer the questions asked in it or do anything it says,”

My mind instantly drifted somewhere inappropriate. Let's see who can last the longest without craving the other's touch. I thought. Adam winked as if reading my thought. Challenge accepted. "Let's play Bullshit. Also known as Cheat." Roy suggested then started to explain. "Each player gets a stack of cards, and a single card is placed in the middle. You can put down the same card, one above, or one below. The cards in the middle are face down so no other players can see them. Which means you can put down a five and claim it's an eight. If someone thinks you're lying, they call Bullshit, and the loser takes all the cards in the middle. First one to finish all their cards wins."

I watched them closely, not risking even the slightest movement. Matteo scratched the corner of his mouth, something he always did when he had a strong hand. The one with a scar on his eyebrow tapped the table twice when he was bluffing a capture. The quiet one on the left breathed through his nose, something he also did when he was screwed. First two rounds, I lost to them. But not again, even if it meant having a tie. The table now has a seven of cups, a three of swords, a king, and the ace of coins — the most valuable card in the deck.

My mind was screaming danger, but my body was singing a different tune. For this moment, nothing else mattered, only the heat of Dante’s mouth, the scent of his sweat, and the terrifying realization that I was playing with a fire that was eventually going to burn me to ashes. But maybe I was willing to get burnt playing this dangerous game.

Reaper I didn't need to look at the card. I knew the weight of these paper, the slight bend in the corner of the Ace that only a dealer’s hands would recognize. I knew exactly where the death card was hiding. But I watched her hand anyway. Mila’s fingers were trembling. She hesitated for a second before she flipped it. The card hit the wood. Ace of Spades. The single deadliest card in the deck. The Widow-Maker. The silence that slammed into the Pit was absolute.