The Game: A Dark Taboo Romance

by LP Lovell

  If these men want to kill me, they will whether or not I back toward the edge. Preston could easily shove me. Tobias could shove me. If I climb over and try to run, they could catch me and toss me over. It doesn’t matter what I want really, they’ll do as they please. Unless I jump...

  Adrenaline crackles through me like an angry hit of heroin. Before my actions register, I inch toward the edge until the only thing keeping me from plummeting to my death is Preston’s hold on my now outstretched arms. My heels hang over the edge and I teeter, my heart stalling as the wind roars around me. I tip my head back until I can see the stars twinkling above us, hear the slap of the water hitting the foundations of the bridge. It’s as though the world has become a symphony destined to lure me to my demise.

  “Just say the word, sweet, sweet Ella.” Preston’s grip loosens.

  My lungs falter. Everything in me locks up, my mind coming to a full stop. Death is so final and the thought of it paralyzes me. Jump or stay with them. Stay with them or jump. Preston’s hold begins to slip.

  They may do terrible things, and they may ask me to do terrible things, but a depraved part of me wants to be the only one to survive them. I clamp my fingers around Preston’s wrists.

  “What’s the matter, little lamb?” Tobias coos over Preston’s shoulder. “Afraid?”

  The smirk on Preston’s face causes a tremor of panic to rip through me. Is he going to let go?

  “Don't let me fall,” I beg. “Please. I choose to stay.” His expression shutters. Have I made a grave error in placing myself in his hands? Has this all just been a trick, and they always meant for me to die? “I—”

  He yanks me forward. My stomach meets the cool railing before he drags me over the side to safety. The minute my feet hit the solid bridge, every bit of strength leaves me, and I collapse into him.

  “Beautiful, Ella,” he whispers as he pulls my face into the crook of his neck. “I'll never let you fall.”

  “Very well then,” Tobias says, already heading toward the end of the bridge. “We should leave.”

  That’s it, as though we just completed a business deal. Like he didn’t just try and persuade me to kill myself. Each step I take is unsteady, my mind fogged with a multitude of what the fucks. What did I almost do? What have I done by choosing to stay?

  Questions swirl through my head as we make our way across the bridge and back to the waiting car.

  Tobias ushers me into the back seat, and the moment the door closes, life is back to normal. Tobias on one side of me and Preston on the other.

  Preston smiles at me, stroking his knuckles over my cheek. A newfound connection swirls between us, one forged at the precipice of death.

  Tobias grips a handful of my hair and tugs me closer, until his lips are on mine, brutally kissing me. “I'm so glad you decided to stay, little lamb.”

  My emotions swing on a pendulum between desire and disgust, right and wrong. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I crave his form of degradation, his touch—and why? Five minutes ago, he was willing to let me jump from a bridge. Why do I want him? Why do I like whatever the hell this is?

  “Tell me the rules,” he whispers against my mouth.

  “Never leave.” I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep against mine. “Never speak of this. Never fall in love. Don’t ask questions. . .”

  His hold on my hair tightens. “And what’s the last one, little lamb?”

  “Submission,” I breathe.

  My eyes may be closed, but I feel him smile against my lips. “Yes. Submission.” Then he yanks my hair hard enough to snap my head back. “Your complete, unfailing submission.” His lips brush my throat.

  “You belong to us now, sweet Ella,” Preston’s warm breath washes across the other side of my neck as he takes my shirt strap and slips it off my shoulder. My jumbled thoughts cease under their combined touch, making me incapable of doing anything but feeling. Tobias said complete, unfailing submission, and while that should terrify me, it doesn’t. Because I want to submit to them. I want to belong to them, to have no one except them. Because I believe there may be a certain freedom in that, a degree of safety in being theirs.

  Preston tears my shirt away from my body and palms my breast while Tobias’s hand inches up my thigh. My legs shamelessly part for him, and a low laugh slips from his throat as his fingers brush over my panties. Just a simple touch shouldn’t bring me so close to coming undone, but the combination of these two men touching me does.

  Preston’s hand leaves my breast and he grabs the column of my throat, forcing my face away from Tobias. “My turn,” he says, then claims my mouth while Tobias thrusts his fingers deep inside me.

  They are two sides of a coin. Fear and adrenaline. I can’t have one without the other, and maybe it’s that danger that makes this such a rush.

  Preston breaks the kiss and leans over me to Tobias. The two, beautiful men draw together like a magnetic force. My heart rate climbs as their lips meet in a violent clash of teeth. Tobias laces his fingers through mine now tangled in Preston’s hair. It’s too much and not enough. I need more of them—all of them—but as soon as the thought tumbles through my head, they’re breaking apart.

  “We’re home, little lamb.”

  Tobias takes care, covering my breast with my shirt before the car door opens. I like that he doesn’t want anyone else to see me.

  I stumble out after Tobias with Preston behind me, guiding me to the front of the building. My heart pounds in anticipation. Surely this isn’t where the night ends? These two men are too hungry, too ravenous, and so am I.

  When we reach the penthouse, they lead me to the bedroom, and my gaze lands on the crumpled sheets. Was it only just this morning that they fucked me, and already I feel starved of sex, needy, horny? Desperate for every sordid thing they can give me.

  Preston’s chest meets my back seconds before my shirt is removed. He slowly undresses me, and I know it’s a show for Tobias whose hungry gaze drifts over each exposed inch of my skin. For a second, I allow myself to pretend I’m not their toy, but that they’re mine. The thought emboldens me, and I slowly trail my fingers over my stomach, my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. Something dangerous flickers in Tobias’s eyes, but aside from that, he remains completely stoic. Preston, however, groans. “Oh, sweet Ella. Sometimes I think you're not so sweet.”

  “Perhaps we've corrupted her,” Tobias says, his lips curling in amusement. “Have we tainted our innocent little lamb?”

  Yes, I think they have. Corrupted. Tainted. Changed.

  “Get on the bed,” Tobias commands.

  I lie down, and they move to opposing sides of the bed. Alone, they’re each beautiful and terrifying. Together, they’re intimidating, powerful, perfect. Their predatory gazes; the unbridled hunger in their eyes sends a thrilling jolt through me. They are two of the most powerful men I've ever met and yet they stare at me as though I’m something to be savored. Used and abused. And it leaves me deliciously unnerved.

  “Are you hungry, Preston?” Tobias asks, his intense gaze never leaving my body.

  Preston yanks his shirt over his head with a grin. “Oh, I'm always hungry for sweet Ella.” His jeans hit the floor next, and then, he's naked and crawling onto the bed.

  I spread my legs for him, and his grin widens as he inches between them. “And you're always so willing, aren't you, Ella?” His face lowers to my chest and his tongue flicks over my nipple.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  He pinches my nipple between his teeth, stretching the flesh and releasing it with a small bite of pain before he works his way down my stomach then between my legs.

  My head falls back on a staggered groan when his tongue swipes across my pussy. This feels too good, and I lose myself in it for a few moments until I notice Tobias moves around Preston.

  His hand trails over his back, his touch sure and possessive. “He's beautiful, isn't he, Ella?” His gaze locks with mine as he slips his
hand between Preston's legs and pumps over him.

  Preston groans, humming against my pussy. I bite my lip and fight the wave of sensations rippling across my skin. It's so hot, so carnal to watch Tobias’s hand glide over Preston's ass. I can't see what he's doing, but I hear Preston's staggered, hot breaths pant over my sensitive flesh.

  “Don’t stop eating her pussy, Preston.”

  Preston goes back to work, groaning and panting. His fingers dig into my thighs to the point I’m certain he’ll break the skin, but I don't care. All I can focus on is Tobias's heated gaze focused on me as he pulls pleasure from Preston and Preston pulls pleasure from me.

  Within moments, I'm grinding against Preston’s warm mouth, needing more friction.

  “Come for me, little lamb,” Tobias commands, his expression feral as he thrusts his fingers inside Preston.

  I’m so close to falling off the edge, so close to that bliss, and then, Tobias steps away and slaps Preston's ass. “Now fuck her.”

  16

  TOBIAS

  The phone ringing interrupts the noise of Preston’s sweat-slicked skin slapping against Ella’s.

  I prop myself on the pillow, Ella squirming beside me, fisting the sheets as Preston fucks her hard and fast. “Yes?”

  There's a moment of silence, and I can only assume the caller is intrigued by the groans and huffs—the distinctive clap of skin meeting skin that must be playing out on his end of the line. “She's still there?” he asks, his voice laced with shock.

  I hold the phone out to Ella. “Little lamb,” I sing. “Say hello to our friend, Number Three.”

  Her head lifts from the rumpled sheets, and her gaze drifts from my face to the phone in my hand.

  Preston fists her hair, yanking her head back as he trails his tongue along her throat. “Say hello, sweet Ella.” Her body goes limp when he slams into her, coaxing a seductive moan that slips from her lips.

  “Hello,” she manages.

  I arch a brow at Ella. “Say, 'Hello number three’.”

  “Hello. . .” Her next word is swallowed by another deep moan. “Hello, Number Three.”

  “Good girl.” Preston thrusts into her, the hard impact making her perfect little breasts bounce. My cock swells at the sight.

  “See…” I reach across and play with her hard nipple, twisting and pinching. “Our little toy is just fine.”

  “I'm surprised, yet I'm not,” he says. “She is special after all.”

  “Yes, you told us she was special.”

  Her gaze meets mine, confusion attempting to cut through the blind pleasure that has her pupils blown wide.

  “For a moment, I was afraid she would jump. Just like the last one.” I laugh. “But not my little lamb, she's different and special. And she will do great things with us, don't you think?”

  “I believe she will,” he says. “She's so beautiful, it would be a shame to lose her now.”

  Ella's still watching me, if I had to guess, trying not to give in to the pleasure of Preston's cock so she can listen. But Preston is nothing if not talented and she’s losing the battle.

  “I can't wait for the two of you to meet.” I lean down to flick my tongue over her nipple. “The way her pussy tastes, Number Three...You'll want to eat it for days.”

  “You sound rather pleased with it all.”

  I’m more than pleased. I’m fucking ecstatic. “I am.”

  His side of the line goes silent while a chorus of moans seeps from Ella’s perfect lips. Finally, Three clears his throat. “I'll call tomorrow. The prices for the game have been paid.”

  “Good.”

  And I hang up, my eyes never leaving Ella’s. I watch for a few more minutes, taking in how beautiful Preston’s cock looks moving in and out of Ella. “Come for him, little lamb. Come on his cock so I can lick it off.”

  And she obeys so well. Within seconds, she fists the sheets and bows away from the bed on a heavy moan. When she relaxes, I grab her hips and pull her away from him. His hard cock is slick with her pleasure and it feels so damn good when I grab it in my hand. One thing I enjoy is controlling him, making him fall apart by my touch, and I know exactly how to do that. Like Van Gogh with his paintbrush, each stroke I place is a precious masterpiece.

  “Watch me, Ella,” I say as I lean down and slowly place my lips around Preston's cock, sucking Ella's come from the head. “So sweet.” I glance over my shoulder at her. “You taste so sweet on his cock.” And then I swallow him back.

  His hands go to my hair, fisting and pulling. “Fuck... Tobias,” he groans.

  I work over him faster and harder, taking his girthy length back completely. The taste of him and her mixed together makes me drunk. This is what I live for. For the depravity of corrupting innocent souls such as my sweet little lamb.

  My cock grows unbearably hard, so I fist it, moving my hand in rhythm with the one sliding up and down Preston's dick.

  I know him like clockwork. When his fingers tense and the muscles of his stomach flex, I know he's going to come, and it makes me that much more heated. I let go of myself for a moment and wrap my arm around Preston's hip, dragging him down on the bed with me.

  He grabs my cock, fisting it hard and steady as his lips seek out mine. The rough stubble of his chin scratches my face, his hard, sweat-slicked chest presses to mine. We move in rhythm with our hands and our tongues, our bodies winding around each other like coiling serpents. Nothing makes me feel as masculine as having him and her together, nothing makes my cock as rock hard as this. “I love your fucking cock,” I say, my strokes growing more desperate and wild, primitive as only two men can become.

  Preston groans into my mouth. I nip at his lip. Muscles bunch and tense, and he shifts on the bed until he’s straddling me. The heat of his come lands on my dick giving him the extra lubricant to get me off. A sinister bliss creeps throughout my body and I groan, shooting my come up onto Preston's waiting cock.

  Dirty. Filthy. Just the way I like it.

  He collapses to the bed beside me, and here we lay, breathless and spent, our bodies twisted together in a sinful show of lust and greed. And Ella, sweet Ella lies tentatively watching and is now fully aware there are three players.

  For the first time ever, the game has truly begun.

  17

  The next morning, I wake to the golden haze of sunlight falling over the two, sleeping men I lie between. Even in sleep, their faces are beautiful, a beauty that readily hides the souls of demons.

  Preston stirs, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me against him. “Good morning, sweet Ella.” He gently kisses my shoulder while his hand creeps between my thighs.

  My pulse quickens, everything in me stirring to life under his lazy touch. I’m vaguely aware of Tobias stirring before soft kisses flutter along my spine. But the premise of gentleness is lost when he fists my hair and yanks my head back against his chest. “You wouldn't dare play without me would you, little lamb?”

  And isn’t this bliss? Preston on my breast, Tobias at my throat, their hands roaming in a sensual dance over my naked body. Every touch ignites a fire, wild and ravaging. I feel feral and tempting when the two of them are on me like this. There's a primitive tension; a haunting electricity buzzing through the air. I am no one to anyone except them. That is the choice I made on that bridge.

  I have no obligations, no concerns. Nothing but them and this. Two devils at my side taunting me within the pretty flames of hell, making me want to burn with them.

  Tobias continues to kiss along my back before he grabs my cheeks and spreads them apart, blowing a hot breath across my asshole. I bite at my lip to stifle a moan. I want him to lick it because it's filthy.

  Preston lifts my leg, resting my thigh on his broad shoulder as he spreads me open. When the warmth of his tongue finally flicks over my clit, I moan.

  “You taste so sweet, sweet Ella.”

  Tobias's grip on my ass cheeks tightens. “Such a pretty, tight little asshole,” he whispe
rs. His nose brushes my asscheek and my body tenses. “This is mine. No one else's. Not even Preston's,” he says, then circles his tongue over my hole. My back bows from the sensation, my mind short-circuiting.

  “Do you like to be dirty, Ella?” Preston breathes against my pussy.

  “She wants to be filthy.” Tobias licks me again, and I wiggle between their two hard bodies and their mouths. “Squirm, little lamb, squirm.”

  Tobias's fingers dig into my flesh before he moves away, crawling up behind me. I'm lost in the prickling tension that's building with each lick of Preston’s tongue.

  Heat slowly paints its way over me, and I fall over the cliff, blissfully unaware of anything but the two of them. A violent wave of endorphins rushes through me.

  “You were so good last night, Ella,” Tobias says as he holds me.

  Preston crawls up the bed, next to me. “You were perfect.”

  “And as a reward, we’re going to give you something you want. What do you want, little lamb?”

  I could say so many things. I should say so many things, but the depraved little being that's clawing its way out wants one thing.

  My gaze drifts back and forth between Tobias and Preston, roaming over their naked bodies and hard cocks standing at attention. I remember how hot it was to watch them suck on each other, to see them lose themselves last night. I can tell them to touch each other, suck each other, fuck each other—That kind of power over two dominant and beautiful men is its own high. Sex and power. Power and sex, and dirty, filthy games...

  Tobias glances at Preston, smirking before he grabs Preston's hand and places it on his cock. “Is this what you want?” He forces Preston's hand up and down over the length of his dick. “Do you want to see us together?”

  “Yes...”

  Tobias grabs Preston's jaw and their lips connect, tongues clashing against each other as Tobias fists Preston's cock. The sunlight bounces over their taut muscles. The masculinity of it all is beautiful.

  “Do you want him to suck me, or do you want me to fuck him in the ass, Ella?” Tobias says. “Your call.”