Playing To Win Read Online Novels & Stories

I’d play too. And I’d win.

"I play to win, Ethan." "As do I," he said, placing the queen back with deliberate care. "Always." We sat opposite each other, the chessboard a miniature battlefield between us. The only light came from the fireplace and the relentless white glare beyond the windows. The silence was profound, broken only by the crackle of logs, the wind's mournful song, and the soft click of pieces moving. Each move was deliberate, calculated, a silent conversation. He played aggressively, like a general seizing territory. I countered with patient defense, luring him into traps.

That was everything. I stayed where I was, letting the silence stretch. She knew I’d always be there, close enough to catch her, close enough to cage her, close enough that escape is an illusion she’s already abandoned. Finally, her shoulders rose, fell, then tilted ever so slightly, as if the weight of the air itself pressed down. She turned, slow, reluctant, but her eyes still held fire. “You always win, don’t you?” She asked. I took a step forward. “I don’t play to win, Davina. I play to keep, but yes I do intend to win while playing.”

Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent. I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed?

Looking at our tiles, it doesn't look like we would win because we have an X and a Q, and there isn't anywhere else to put them. They played their last game and we played ours. They won. With a margin of two. Fair game, we could have won, but we weren't beaten by a large margin. Jo and I high-fived ourselves, despite our loss, we're in good spirits. It's now one to one and the next game will determine if we will win this or not. I want to win, not just for Jo, but for the satisfaction of beating Rose at something, so I can use it to gloat later.

Now I’ll take everything that makes theirs worth living. New game. New rules, and I always win.

The dealer chuckled and dealt the first hand. I surprised myself. I wasn't just decent—I was good. The first game was shaky, nerves tripping me up, but the second? I won. Not by luck, but by actually reading the players, catching their tells, playing the odds. I laughed lightly, tossing my hair back, feeling the eyes on me. It was intoxicating in a dangerous way. I wasn't invisible anymore. When I won the second pot, a large one this time, a shadow fell over the table.

But that meant I won. This victory tastes bittersweet, but satisfying. “I won,” I said with a victorious smile. “Well played, Dia. Well played. Trust me, losing a game has never been this torturous and erotic. I almost gave in and took off your blindfold… my baby devil.” I smirked with a shrug. “I won’t let you enjoy this win…” he said and tore off my dress. “On all fours, right now!” He ordered, and I obeyed instantly.

The anticipation in the air was palpable, and she felt her skin tingle under his stare, her vulnerability making her want to hide, even as her body begged for more. Gavin took his time, undressing himself with a deliberate slowness that left her trembling. His pants fell to the floor, and as he stepped out of them, his eyes never left hers. Fernanda’s breath hitched. She crossed her legs instinctively, trying to shield her nakedness from his intense gaze, but there was no hiding from him. His eyes devoured her, and the intensity in them made her skin prickle with both nervousness and excitement.

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it. I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity. The lower I sank, the greater the thrill. … Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.