Game On: Tempting Twenty-eight Novels & Stories

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.

I continue the charade, pressing, "Are you really?" I sit back down, appearing uninterested, and flatly remark, "She must have misunderstood, right?" Tyler nervously mumbles, "Yeah... yeah... yes," avoiding meeting my gaze. “Of course, she might have misunderstood someone else for me. I wasn’t at the Four Seasons.” I can't help but clench the hem of my silk gown secretly, swallowing back my anger.

Someone else shouted from the far corner and Isabel wanted to scream in distress. "Ten Million!" Another one shouted and Isabel closed her eyes tightly. She didn't have the strength to endure this pain and humiliation. "Twenty-five Million!" A dark voice sounded through the auction room followed by a thick silence. A man stepped forward from under the shadows and stood straight. Tears leaked from Isabel's eyes as she heard the auctioneer tapping the hammer against the wooden board. "Anyone else for this virgin beauty? Twenty-five million, one." No bidding! "Twenty-five million two." Again silence.

Even my soul didn't cost this much. Julian leaned in, till his face was mere inches away, his warm breath teasing my skin. "Is this how you are going to pluck every leaf and fruit till I'm barren?" A taunting smile burnt on his lips as he shot his perfectly arched brows up. "You were so bold this morning when you said those words and I had thought you meant it." Amusement flickered in his eyes, one that mocked me. With a straight smile, I turned to the Sales rep. "I want this design, but in 5-carat."

What more could he ask for? “I can’t promise that I won’t attack you once we go to our hotel!” he chuckled as he went to the closet to get his tuxedo. “Now close your eyes. Don’t open until I tell you to.” Amelia laughed at his playfulness, a tremor of excitement coursing through her body. She closed her eyes and waited impatiently for Matteo to get ready. She could hear him shuffling around the room, and the temptation to see him was too much to restrain.

Meadow Nipples hard and dripping wet, standing in front of my boss, my enemy. This was not how I imagined my night going. “Will you take off your dress for me baby?” He pepper kisses on her shoulder. His deep voice bring me back. I don’t have time to think, I don’t need to, slowly I move the straps of my dress and let it fall to the door. It was as if I was under a spell. His spell. “Jamey?.. Are you going to fuck me ?” I asked desperately.

Thelma said with a smile as she turned to leave, meeting Celeste’s eyes on her way out. Celeste closed her eyes in frustration. If Cedric married Thelma, that would make her stepsister her boss too. “No freaking way!” she groaned, slamming her hand on her desk. “Who are you talking to?” came a teasing voice. Terrence stood nearby, grinning. “Terrence,” she sighed, running her fingers through her slightly messy hair. “I just wanted to check if you’re coming with us tonight. We’re leaving at nine.” “Yes, of course.”

By the tenth, I was gripping the bed, thighs pressing together as wetness gathered between my legs. “Eleven… twelve…” “You wanted to play games tonight, butterfly?” he asked, voice still dangerously quiet as his hand continued its work. “We can play games. But you only play with me.” When he reached twenty, my ass was warm and throbbing. He rubbed his palm over the heated skin, soothing and claiming at once. “Turn around.”

“You… which organization are you from?” “Hehehe!!! Why don’t you give it a shot and guess?” The man tried to be mysterious. Then, he continued, “Tyr, it’s just past midnight now. Let’s play a game, shall we? Twenty-four hours… I will give you twenty-four hours to find out where I am. Then, within these twenty-four hours, I will treat your wife with good food and drink, but I will kill her once the time is up. Do you dare to play this game with me?”

But it didn't feel good, either. "What's your name?" "Sam." "Sam. How about you and I play our own little game, while we wait for your husband to get back." "No! No! Jason! Jaaaa-soooon! Help!" He put the tape back onto her lips and it was utterings after that. "The game that I want to play. It's a two-player game." At least it wasn't a three-player game. "The name of the game is 'twenty questions.' And I have enough quarters for both of us."