Wicked Game

by Scarlett Sanderson

  Wicked Game

  Scarlett Sanderson

  Wicked Game is the stand-alone sequel to At Their Command.

  Ruth wants something wicked. Something a nice girl would never wish for—to be taken, tied up and forced into pleasure. Hands bound, mouth gagged, blindfolded—she wants, needs, to be utterly helpless as a man brings her to orgasm again and again. But not just any man. Ruth’s darkest fantasies always star Dominic Sullivan.

  Dominic knows it’s wrong but he can’t help himself. Whenever he’s around Ruth, he longs to bend her over or force her to her knees, to give her pleasure and take his in return. After overhearing her confess that she wants someone to abduct her for raw, primal sex, he hatches a plan that will give them both what they most desire. It’s a wicked game they’re playing, a game Dominic plans to win. Especially since the ultimate prize isn’t just Ruth’s body—it’s her heart.

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  Wicked Game

  ISBN 9781419939402

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  Wicked Game Copyright © 2012 Scarlett Sanderson

  Edited by Carrie Jackson

  Cover design by Irene Adler

  Photos: Fotolia.com

  Electronic book publication May 2012

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  Wicked Game

  Scarlett Sanderson

  Dedication

  For you, K. I couldn’t do this without you.

  My inspiration, my rock and my best friend. Thank you for the adventures and the ones yet to come.

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank my editor Carrie Jackson for all her hard work and encouragement. She always pushes my boundaries and makes me think of things I’ve missed. The best editor a kinky gal like me could ask for!

  Chapter One

  The café buzzed with the low hum of various conversations.

  Ruth stirred the wooden spoon in her coffee, watching as the brown liquid swirled around the cup. “I want to be abducted.”

  A high-pitched snort followed by a spray of liquid drew her attention. She looked up at her friend Hope.

  “You what?” The look of horror on Hope’s face almost made Ruth laugh.

  “Abducted. You know, like on those TV shows where someone arranges for you to be taken. It’s entirely safe. Like a game.”

  “And why the hell would you want that kind of experience?”

  Ruth had been asking herself the same question for weeks. Why did she want to be kidnapped, tied up and scared witless? Her body tingled. Her palms slicked. Nipples beaded behind the satiny fabric of her bra.

  She shifted in her seat. It was the tied up part that turned her on. Being taken, bound and at the mercy of a gorgeous guy sent her hormones into overload. Not just any guy—one male in particular.

  Shrugging, she answered, “To add some excitement to my life. Don’t you sometimes wish for wild, passionate sex? For raw, primal screwing?”

  Hope’s cheeks pinked and her lips curled into a smile. “I kind of get all the raw and wild I need.”

  Ruth rolled her eyes. Hope had been in a relationship with Ethan St. Claire for over a year and they were blissfully happy.

  A stab of jealousy pierced her heart. She pushed aside the emotion. She shouldn’t be jealous of her friend. But deep down she ached for some happiness. Why couldn’t she have a taste?

  Hope gently gripped her wrist. “I know it’s hard. It sounds like a cliché but there is someone for you.”

  She wasn’t usually maudlin about her lack of a sex life but sometimes she craved the touch of a man. The absence of a male companion made her feel sad.

  She locked fingers with Hope and gave a reassuring squeeze. “I know. I guess I’m just super horny.”

  A deep voice interrupted their conversation. “Now that’s wrong on all levels.”

  A shadow stretched across the table and Ruth looked up into the intense blue eyes of Dominic Sullivan. A thick knitted sweater encased his broad torso. A woolen beanie covered his long blond hair. Over six feet tall and muscular, Dominic ran the town garage with Ethan. She’d met him a few months ago and he’d immediately become the star of all her darkest fantasies.

  Her mouth went dry. Heat slammed into her belly, beat a heavy pulse that moved lower into her pussy. “What’s wrong on all levels?”

  Please don’t let him have heard me declaring I’m horny.

  “A woman like you should be having sex and lots of it.”

  Shit. He’d heard. Great.

  Heat rose in her cheeks. She’d embarrassed herself in front of her biggest fantasy and object of lust.

  Prickling at his words, she straightened her spine. “It was only a statement.”

  Dominic laughed. Mischief danced across his face. “So you’re not ‘super horny’?”

  She almost fainted at the word horny but recovered quickly. “Maybe I am. But that’s none of your business.”

  He was devastating when he smiled. She wanted to climb on the table and crawl over to him, wrap her legs around his waist, curl her hands into his luscious beard and lick his cheek.

  “Maybe it should be my business.”

  Ruth swallowed. “I don’t think so.” There had always been an undercurrent of sexual tension between them but this was the first time Dominic had been so blatant.

  Anger flared in his eyes. Her heart pounded, blood roared in her ears. She glared at him and he glared back. His anger enhanced her desire. He appeared in every one of her abduction fantasies. Her kidnapper was always Dominic Sullivan.

  Hope coughed, interrupting their stare-off. “So, how have you been, Dom?”

  “Good. How about you? Ethan tells me you got him landscaping the garden.”

  Ruth watched the exchange. She knew about Hope’s ménage with Ethan and Dominic. In some part of her soul, she was jealous. Not of Ethan but of the fact Hope had fucked Dominic. It was one of the reasons he would always be off-limits for her. She couldn’t have sex with a man who’d screwed her best friend. It would be…weird.

  Still, ever since she’d laid eyes on him, she’d wanted him. Although reformed, he still oozed the bad-boy-biker image. Maybe the danger was the appeal.

  Or maybe it was those tight buns, broad shoulders and chiseled torso.

  Or maybe it was his eyes.


  Maybe it was him.

  “That sound good to you, Ruth?”

  She forced her head back into the conversation and said, “Sorry, what?”

  “Dinner. Tomorrow. At our place. I’ll cook up a roast and we can all catch up.”

  “All?”

  “Me, Ethan, Dominic and you.”

  No immediately popped into her head but they were both looking at her expectantly.

  “Okay.” The word dropped out of her mouth and she cursed silently.

  Now she’d have to sit in a room with Dominic and pretend as if she didn’t want to strip him naked, cover him in chocolate and lick him clean. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up the pretense before making a fool of herself.

  The barista announced an order. Dominic turned and nodded. “Excuse me, ladies. I have to get back to work.”

  He walked over to the counter and grabbed his espresso. Ruth watched the denim pull and tighten across the cheeks of his ass. She almost drooled. Almost.

  On the way back, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Hope’s cheek before doing the same to Ruth. His lips were hot. His soft beard caressed her skin. He lingered and she felt a quick flick of his tongue as he licked her cheek. Her libido roared to life, primed itself for his tongue to lick her all over.

  As he stepped back, she blinked up at him. A grin sat etched on his face.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Dom downed his espresso and threw the empty cup into the trash can. The thick coffee burned a hole in his gut but failed to burn away the desire lodged in his veins. His cock throbbed.

  He could still taste Ruth on his tongue. Her scent lingered in his nostrils, permeated his senses, made his balls ache. He wanted to go back inside, drag her into the bathroom and get his dick inside her.

  Would she be wet for him? He hoped so.

  He looked back into the café. Ruth was watching him. Her hazel eyes fixed on his every movement.

  “Fuck it,” he grumbled.

  Jamming a helmet on his head, he swung one leg over the saddle of his bike and sat down. He winced, shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable with the erection from hell.

  Her words played over in his head like a record. I want to be abducted.

  And he wanted to be her captor.

  Thoughts of binding her spread-eagle to his bed, of working her curves, of teasing her until she screamed his name, made him even harder.

  He’d been harboring a torch for the town librarian since she brought her car into the shop to be serviced. Seeing her around town and at Hope’s house ignited the torch into a burning flame. Her body drove him crazy. Her smile made his heart turn over.

  He wanted her.

  For the first time in his life, he was unsure about making a move. Would she want him? He thought that on a base, physical level she responded to him. He’d seen her nipples peak when he was near but she’d never really shown any other sexual interest.

  Hope had surely told her about their encounter and everything else.

  Maybe Ruth thought he was too much of a slut. He had a wild past, filled with alcohol, drugs, bikes and kinky sex. His tastes always ran to the extreme and sex was no different. He’d been a Dominant for a lot of women, fucked about the same. Threesomes, foursomes, group sex. He’d done it all. Even moving into town and opening the garage with Ethan hadn’t dampened his tastes. He’d still fucked whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

  Until Ruth came along. The spunky town librarian who revved his engine and sucker-punched a hole in his gut the size of Texas. He’d sensed something in her, something that matched his own needs and desires. He wanted her so badly he ached.

  He’d never been afraid to take what he desired. Yet with her he wanted to go slow. The Dominant in him clawed to take her but the man didn’t want to scare her. She was too important to rush things. He had to be sure of her needs.

  He turned the key in the ignition and listened to the bike’s engine come alive.

  He grinned. Now that he knew what she wanted, he was going to have her. He was going to give her exactly what she needed and then she’d see how suited they were.

  Let the games begin.

  Chapter Two

  Her engine sputtered and died. The car came to a stop.

  “Fuck no.” Ruth turned the key. The ignition tripped over but didn’t start. She tried again. Nothing. “Great.”

  She peered into the dusk light. No other cars. Trust her to get stranded on a deserted road.

  She picked up her cell.

  Dead battery.

  What the hell was she going to do now? With no phone and no transport, she’d have to walk back into town. Typical. Dominic had warned her the car wouldn’t last much longer but she couldn’t afford to get it overhauled.

  Peachy. Fucking peachy. She gathered up her purse and got out of the car. Goddamn her lack of money.

  Frustration boiled to the surface and she kicked the heap of junk. “Argghh.”

  She inhaled the cool air and began walking. Maybe a walk would be good. Maybe she could work off some of the repressed sexual tension humming in her system. Rather than attend an awkward dinner with Hope, Ethan and Dominic, she’d chickened out, called and made an excuse of being sick. She hated letting anyone down but she refused to watch Dominic staring at her as if she were some needy, repressed librarian.

  A thick roar hummed in the distance.

  Her mouth went dry. She knew that engine.

  Dominic Sullivan’s bike came roaring around the bend.

  Relief flooded her system followed by a heavy dose of lust. Sitting astride his motorcycle, Dominic looked like a powerful god. He handled his machine with care and a little bit of love. She imagined his big hands caressing her skin with such reverence.

  Lust ignited. Her skin heated. Her nipples tightened, peaked, ached to be touched. Her strong reaction to his presence was irrational. She shouldn’t feel this way about a man she barely knew.

  He pulled over and unclipped his helmet. As he pulled it off, his hair tumbled around his shoulders. Ruth wanted to run her hands through the strands and pull his lips to hers.

  “Problems?” He quirked a brow and threw one lean leg over the bike before standing up.

  “Yeah. My car died.” She pointed to the heap of junk. “You were right. I should get a new one.”

  “I can fix it. It’s not a total loss.” He moved closer, invading her personal space. He was taller by a few inches so she had to look up. His woodsy, spicy scent engulfed her. Her hormones reacted, spiked. Blood thickened like molasses in her veins.

  He touched her chin, lifted it. Sparks sizzled in her nerve endings.

  Yowser.

  He asked, “You’re okay though? Nothing blew out on you?”

  His gaze bored into hers. The concern etched on his face made her heart trip over. She shook her head. Her voice wouldn’t work.

  He nodded and pulled out his cell. He stepped away from her and called the garage, arranged a tow.

  The brief respite was enough for Ruth to regain composure. She mentally counted to five, willing her hormones to stop racing around her system like little horny Pacmen. She itched to slide down the zipper of his jacket and bury her hands against the taut muscles of his chest.

  Lust danced a merry pattern in her stomach. She ached. Her pussy throbbed, demanded Dominic hammer his cock inside her.

  Rationality didn’t come into the equation. She wanted to fuck him. It was primal. Raw.

  She knew he wanted her but he was acting like the perfect gentleman.

  “Okay. Car’s sorted. Let’s get you back to town.”

  She frowned and pointed at the bike. “You expect me to get on that?”

  Dominic grinned. “Scared?”

  “A little.”

  “I promise to go slow.”

  She snorted. “That’s a lie.”

  He settled his helmet on her head. It was slightly too big so he adjusted the straps. “Of course it is but
I won’t let anything happen to you, Ruth. Trust me.” He held out his hand.

  She paused for a moment before slipping her hand in his. It was warm, solid. Calluses rubbed against her skin.

  “Where do you want me?”

  Heat flared in his eyes. Unmistakable lust.

  She blushed.

  “Have you been on a bike before?”

  “No.”

  “Then sit as close to the front as you can.”

  She swung her leg over the saddle, thankful she’d worn pants. She shifted, settled herself. Got comfortable. He sat behind her. His body flush against hers. His erection pressed heavy and hard against her ass.

  She gasped.

  He leaned forward, curled his hands around the handlebars and whispered, “Hold on like this.”

  His lips were pressed to her ear.

  She followed his lead. Every nerve super aware of his masculine presence. Excitement and fear pulsed in her blood. Her heart pounded.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He started the engine. The bike vibrated between her thighs.

  “Oh my.” The steady throb echoed in her clit, torturing her with delicious vibrations.

  She settled back against Dominic and heard him groan.

  He pushed the throttle and they were moving. Wind whipped against her face as they accelerated with alarming speed. The velocity of a bike was different from a car. She’d never been a speed demon but this was incredible.

  The danger of being so exposed, so vulnerable if anything happened, was a powerful turn-on. Added to Dominic being seated behind her and the vibrations from the roar of the engine, and Ruth was on fire. She leaned forward, mashed her clit against the seat and gasped. She’d never been so close to coming in such a short space of time.

  “Woohoo.” She couldn’t resist the whoop. The ride was exhilarating.