The Game: A Dark Taboo Romance

by LP Lovell

  My mind races. What is the right answer? Is there ever a right answer with these two? I stepped into this man’s life. I pulled a lever that led to his death when I had no business being involved at all. I'm playing this game because...because... Because I have nothing else. Tobias and Preston, the money—those things are my vices. My addiction, my high that I will do nearly anything for.

  Tobias's grip on my waist tightens and his face inches closer to mine. “Better yet, do you believe you are superior? Can you be above the petty moral constructs of right and wrong?”

  My gaze drifts to the door, back to the body, then to Tobias. I wish I could walk away, but—I exhale. I can't. There’s nothing out there for me. It's twisted and fucked up, but on some level, this game, them—It’s akin to a spiritual awakening. And I don't want to leave this behind. I can't.

  “Be superior, little lamb.” Tobias’s warm tongue skirts my lips.

  “Tell us you are superior.” Preston’s hand skirt along the curve of my ass.

  “Tell us you are better than everyone else,” Tobias whispers.

  “I want to...” I trail off, drunk on the tension, the control; the fear beating away at me. I both love and hate who they make me. With each second I spend with them, I believe they possess a little more of my soul. And the worst part is: I long to be unhinged in a way I fear I will only ever be with them. I want them to own the deepest, darkest parts of me. But...I glance at the dead man and ask, is it worth the cost?

  “Say it, little lamb,” Tobias coos. “Own it, and we'll own you.”

  My heart pounds against my ribs, excitement lances through my veins as I force down the guilt, the sense of morality I feel for the dead man. “I am superior.”

  Tobias grabs my chin. “Correction. You are superior to everyone except us.”

  And of course, I could never be superior to creatures such as them.

  Tobias glances at Preston. I watch the silent conversation dancing in their eyes before he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a black cloth which he ties around my head, blocking everything out. “Game four's not over yet. Prove that you're superior, little lamb.”

  “I'll miss you, sweet Ella,” Preston says before his warm lips touch my cheek.

  Panic sets in when I hear their footsteps cross the room. I’d almost forgotten they’re leaving me. “Don't…” I start. “Don't leave me. Please.”

  “Number Three will take good care of you,” Preston says mere seconds before the door slams shut. A single lock clicks into place.

  Something about Three scares me, but surely Tobias and Preston wouldn't leave me with him if he were—

  “Little Ella...” The gravely sound of Three’s voice sends goosebumps over my skin. “Turn around, my pretty little toy.”

  I don’t want to turn around. Preston and Tobias have done awful things and made me do awful things, but I’ve never wanted to run away and kiss that million dollars goodbye as much as I do now. Swallowing, I pivot on my feet and turn toward the sound of his voice.

  “Tell me, Ella…” He’s close enough now that his warm breath trickles over my lips. “Will you submit?”

  An uncomfortable feeling winds through my gut. I want to tell him no and run, but to run from him is to run from Tobias and Preston. If I leave the game, I leave them. And without them, I have nothing. Three is now part of the game, and I am in play.

  As soon as I nod, he grabs my elbow. I blindly follow his lead, hearing a series of doors open and close until I feel the outside air cycle around me. The low hum of traffic comes from somewhere in the distance. I want to ask where we're going, but I can't.

  I’ve been in this game for four days now. I’ve been demeaned, taunted, and pleasured in ways I didn't think existed, but this… This is the first time I've truly been scared.

  21

  TOBIAS

  I've been on edge the entire day about this part of the game, which is why I now sit on the edge of my seat watching the penthouse door. I don’t like that she’s with Three. I don’t like that I could feel fear radiating off of her when I left—that belongs to me. And I shouldn’t want it to.

  It’s a quarter to midnight when the knob finally turns and Three steps inside, my blindfolded little lamb behind him. My jaw tics when he winds his arm around her waist and a dangerous anger spikes. I didn’t want to share her earlier, which is the only reason I made him leave before she came.

  On a smirk, he leads her down the hall to a bedroom. I quietly follow, trying to temper the rage slowly brewing within my chest. There are rules in the game, requirements that I’m no longer fond of. By the time I reach the open doorway, my precious lamb is sitting on the bed.

  “So pretty,” Three whispers, shoving the straps of her dress down to expose her perfect breasts. “Whatever will I do with you all to myself?” His dark gaze lifts to mine, and a flicker of competition flares within them. “Do you like being a whore, Ella?”

  Ella is many things, but a whore is not one of them.

  “Poor little Ella. A dirty little slut for Tobias and Preston.” He pulls her to her feet and shoves her dress past her hips, his gaze locked on me the entire time. “And now you're my dirty little slut.”

  With each demeaning comment he makes, I debate bashing in his skull. And it shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t care which makes me fear I’m breaking one of my own rules: Never develop feelings.

  On a smirk, his gaze strays from me to Ella. He loops his fingers under the edges of her thong and tears it down her legs. I can tell by the way her body goes rigid that my little lamb does not like his touch.

  “Tell me you’re a dirty, worthless slut.” He slaps her pussy and I nearly lose it.

  Ella’s chest rises and falls in ragged swells. I feel helpless. Like a shepherd who has lost his sheep. I want to tell her it will be okay, I'm tempted to, but I stop myself, and the second Three glances up at me, I motion him toward the door.

  “Excuse me, just for a moment, Ella.” He rubs over her exposed pussy. “I have business matters to attend to.” He throws a bastard of a smirk at me as he goes into the hall.

  The second I cross the threshold, I close the door and his arrogant expression deepens. “Why, Tobias, you have feelings for her, don't you?”

  Feelings? I wouldn’t go so far, but I have something for her. Something that stirs embers of light within the dark recesses of my soul. Something that makes me crave things, need things—want to protect her. “The game needs to change.”

  “Ah-ah-ah. You forget who really makes the rules here. Besides, you know I won't hurt her, Tobias.” He reaches for my face, but I step away, much to his displeasure.

  Three’s dark gaze searches mine, want and aggravation swirling within their depths. “Such a pity you won't let me have you, Tobias. We could be such a team.” On a heavy breath, he moves toward the closed bedroom door, stopping when his hand comes to rest on the knob. “May I suggest you not forget the end game here.”

  The end game... A sense of dread worms though me, and it’s a weakness he must sense like a shark senses fresh blood in the water.

  “Or...Would you want to play, Tobias? Would you like to play the game as well?”

  “I'm not your player, Three.”

  “But for her—Would you play for her? Would you do it to change the end game?” Excitement flits through his eyes. “Would you do it to make her the prize?”

  A million thoughts swirl through my mind as I stare at the door separating me from my little lamb. Sighing, I shove a hand inside my pocket.

  “Decisions, decisions, Tobias…”

  And what a pitiful shepherd would I be to leave my little lamb alone with the wolf?

  22

  Morning light streams through the windows and I sit up in bed on a hard gasp. I take in the dark satin sheets, the scent of sage-tinted cologne, and I realize I'm in Tobias's room… Tobias's room?

  I glance down at the short, silk nightgown I'm wearing. When did I get home, and when did I put thi
s on? Why can I not remember anything past exiting that building with Three? Why can't I remember? Was it so traumatic that I've blocked it out? The thought that maybe I was drugged slips through my veins like ice until the noise of the ensuite shower catches my attention.

  I stare at the closed bathroom door, wondering who’s inside.

  Tobias? Preston? Three…

  The memory of Tobias and Three simultaneously fingering me last night surfaces followed by a twinge of anger. It’s not so much that they let him touch me. It’s that they left me with him...

  With that thought, I toss the covers off, head toward the bathroom, and open the door.

  Steam rolls across the ceiling. Hard breaths hang in the air as two shadows move in unison behind the fogged-over glass. My pulse quickens as an all too familiar heat travels through my core.

  Over the past five days, my life has been about nothing but sex and games and power. I've become conditioned to expect it and long for it. Especially with them.

  A palm flattens against the door with a bang, and when one of them releases a deep groan, my nipples grow tight. “Little lamb,” Tobias coos. “We see you out there.” He swipes a hand through the fog, clearing a window. He and Preston are tangled around each other beneath the stream of water. “Do you like what you see?”

  The glass door slowly swings open, and a cloud of steam billows out into the bathroom. The sight of Preston desperately fisting Tobias's cock and gripping his balls as he kisses over his throat makes a deep pull settle between my thighs. I want him. I want them. I want us...

  I go to step inside, but Tobias shakes his head. “You stay, little lamb. Watch us play.” His gaze drifts behind me to the counter. “Sit there and touch yourself.”

  Disappointment darts through me. I want to be between the two of them. I want the rough caress of their hands roaming over my body, picking and pulling pleasure. But I must be submissive, so I lift myself onto the counter.

  The silk nightdress rides up my thighs as I spread my legs wide, giving them a full view of my pussy as I circle my clit. The feeling is lackluster. It feels good, but not good enough. These men have ruined me in every way possible, making it so I can’t even bring pleasure to myself.

  Preston lowers to his knees and greedily sucks back Tobias's cock. And I’m not sure which is hotter, the way Preston goes at him like he’s a man starved or the way Tobias threads his fingers through Preston's long, damp hair, fisting and pulling. Both actions are a form of power. Both are dominant in different ways.

  “Tell us what you want, Ella,” Tobias says as Preston chokes on his thick cock.

  I don’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck me,” I say. “Both of you. At the same time.”

  It’s dirty, but it’s true. I want both of them in me, possessing me. I'm so wrapped up in their game that I no longer see winning or losing, just the crazy desire I have for these two men.

  “Then, by all means, little lamb…” Tobias crooks his finger, inviting me into the shower as Preston rises to his feet. “Come play.”

  I truly am a lost little lamb running into the arms of the very predator who would devour me. I climb off the vanity and peel my nightdress off. The second I’m within reach, Tobias yanks me into the warmth of the shower.

  The two men trap me between their hard, wet bodies, and I revel in the feel of Tobias’s hard cock at my front and Preston’s at my back.

  Tobias kneels in front of me. “Is this what you want, little lamb?” He takes one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder. Before I can answer, his mouth is on me. Biting and sucking. He spreads my pussy then slams fingers inside while he continues to kiss over my clit. Water pounds down on us, drowning out my moans.

  “Does it feel good, sweet Ella?” Preston pinches my nipple. Everything about this makes me feel alive; feminine and wanted—worshipped.

  Tobias licks at my pussy until my muscles tense and I’m about to come, then suddenly he stops. “I can’t waste the way your pussy clenches when you get off on fingers and tongues.” He stands and spins me around until my ass is against him. “I want it on Preston’s cock.”

  A sexy smirk plays over Preston's lips, his dick standing to attention as he presses his wet chest to mine. “Do you want me inside that sweet, sweet pussy?”

  With every fiber of my being. I want to feel his hard cock stretching me, claiming me, pushing me to the point of pain and pleasure that they are so damn good at. “Yes,” I breathe.

  His lips crash over mine as he grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks for Tobias who is right there. Tobias’s fingers trail down my spine, lower and lower until he's brushing over my hole.

  “I love your pretty little asshole.” I continue to kiss Preston while Tobias circles my hole. “I want your tight ass, little lamb.” His finger slides in knuckle deep, and I gasp at the sting, then groan. “Yes, stretch for me.” Tobias slips another finger inside, and I welcome the intrusion. Just when I think he may add another he takes a sharp inhale. “Fuck her, Preston.” There’s a bite in his tone, as though he needs to see Preston fuck me, and it drives me wild.

  Preston lifts me and I wrap my legs around his hips as his cock slides easily inside. “Fuck,” he grunts as he settles deep inside me.

  “Yes, Preston, fuck her perfect, tight pussy.” Tobias works his fingers deeper in my ass as Preston forces me over the length of his cock. “How badly do you want me to fuck your tight little hole, Ella?”

  I open my mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a breathy moan. They’ve only been going at me for a few seconds, but I can already feel my releases rising.

  “Don't you dare come yet,” Tobias whispers against my ear, going knuckle deep again. “I want to feel your tight ass gripping my cock when you let go.”

  Preston stills inside me and throws his head back on a deep groan. “Tobias, you need to fuck her. She feels too good for me to last much longer.”

  “Patience is a virtue, Preston…” Tobias's free hand trails along my throat before his fingers wrap around it. That one action is enough to make me almost lose it. “I want you to beg me to bury myself in your ass.”

  My heart flip-flops in my chest as my pussy heats. I want to feel their dicks filling me, almost rubbing against each other inside of me. I grow wetter just at the thought. “Please,” I whisper on a pant.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Here?” He thrusts into my ass, and I see stars for a moment.

  Preston, still moving slow and steady, spreads my cheeks. Tobias removes his fingers. I hear him spit, then feel him smear it over my hole before the head of his swollen cock nudges against me. “Spread her more, Preston.”

  Preston stills inside me as he pulls my cheeks further apart. Then Tobias slams into me. Brutally. Pain tears through me hot and fast, and tears sting my eyes.

  “Take it, sweet Ella,” Preston whispers as he continues to fuck my pussy, stealing some of the shock and replacing it with a slow, rolling heat. I’m so full, so tight with both men now inside me.

  “Fuck,” Tobias groans against the back of my neck. “You're so tight.”

  The pain dies to a low ache and the sensation of being filled to the brim overtakes me. Tobias slowly pulls out and pushes back in, and I claw at Preston's neck. Pain and pleasure mingle in perfect harmony. My body grows weightless between the two of them as they work their way in and out, their rhythm timed perfectly as if this were nothing more than a well-rehearsed performance.

  “Fuck.” Preston exhales a hard breath. “I love the way this feels.”

  Tobias goes at me harder. “Do you like having him in your pussy and me in your ass, little lamb?”

  “Yes,” I manage. “God, yes!”

  “Good. And this—” He slams so far inside me my vision spots, but I relish in the sensation— “This asshole is mine, do you understand?”

  “Yes...”

  “No one else can have this part of you, Ella. It's tainted by me. Owned by me.” He fi
sts my hair and yanks my head back. “Tell me it's mine.”

  “It's yours, Tobias,” I say with a choked breath.

  Another hard thrust in, and this time when he pulls out of my ass, Preston buries himself deep in my pussy. In and out. Back and forth. Every stroke, touch, caress causes me to become dizzy with lust.

  “What's mine, little lamb?”

  “Tell him, Ella,” Preston whispers, his eyes locked on where our bodies connect. “Tell him what's his.”

  “My ass,” I choke out. “My ass is yours.”

  “Don't you fucking forget it,” he says, slapping his hand over one cheek. The loud, wet smack echoes from the shower walls as he buries himself balls deep inside me. “I'm going to come in your ass, little lamb.” Tobias groans just before his teeth sink into my shoulder.

  “And I'm going to come in your sweet pussy.” Preston kisses along my neck. “Come with us, sweet Ella.”

  Like their words are a lust-filled spell, I feel myself falling. I give into the sensation of them thrusting together inside of me, and surrender to the sinful heat. It's almost too much, too strong. I drop my head back against Tobias's shoulder as everything releases, my pussy and ass clenching and tightening until I'm certain neither of them can move.

  Tobias grabs at my hips and Preston places his hand over Tobias's, their fingers lacing together as they dig into my skin together—as one. Tobias groans. Preston grunts and they both slam into me full force in one final thrust before they still.

  It’s a perfect symphony, the grand finale of the most exquisite performance. The pinnacle of everything I have ever been before this point. They hold me and kiss me. Every touch is so gentle, it feels as though they're worshipping my body.

  Tobias slowly pulls out of me, and Preston unwraps my legs from his waist, leaving me empty as he places me on my feet. And when both men step out of the shower, I lean back against the shower wall and let the warm water wash away their come now running down my thighs.