Indecent Games Duet - Boxed Set

by Clarissa Wild

  She breathes out a hard breath through her mouth and purses her lips. “You know as well as I do that this could be a game changer.”

  “Yes …” I entwine my hands and stare at them.

  She stares me down. “If she is truly pregnant and manages to actually give birth, he will win the company. Correct?”

  I cock my head and mull it over for a second. I hate saying the truth out loud like that. It gives her too much ammunition. However, she seems to have figured everything out already, so denying the truth is silly and won’t get me anywhere with her.

  So I nod slowly.

  “What are you going to do about it?” she asks, her fingers sliding along my cabinet, resting briefly atop a letter-opener before she continues her stride.

  A lopsided smile forms on my lips as I squint and say, “Are you suggesting something, Naomi?”

  She raises her brows innocently. “I’m not suggesting anything.”

  “I know what you’re thinking. But is that really an option?” I tap my fingers against each other.

  “You tell me,” she muses.

  “I’ll tell you what I think. I think my brother is going to keep her locked in his room and guard her twenty-four-seven. You’re asking the wrong question. The real question is what are you going to do about it?” My tongue dips out to lick my lips.

  My words strike a chord with her because she takes one step back and picks up the letter-opener. Holding it loosely in her hand, she treads toward me, her red gown trailing behind her as elegantly as she is. Quietly menacing … dangerously seductive. Perfect for me.

  I look up as she stops in front of me and crawls on top of me, her knees beside my body, forcing me to lie down. She shows me the blade, holding it close to my throat.

  “I could kill you right now,” she whispers. “For ruining my life.”

  The metal strokes my neck, softly grazing my skin, and I feel a warm droplet running down.

  “You could,” I murmur into her ear. “Or you could spread your legs and let me fuck you.”

  She chuckles near my ear, licking the rim. “And why would I do that?”

  Her tongue drags all the way down my neck, sucking up the little droplet of blood she created. My body instinctively bucks to meet hers, my cock already hard from her aggressive advances.

  My fingers find their way under her gown, and I slide aside her panties to touch her pussy.

  “Because that’s what you really want. You want to win,” I say, pulling her so close the blade almost pierces my skin. “You need this. Me. A baby.” I lift my head, even though the letter-opener is still in my way, but she moves back with me, not allowing herself to cut me again. “You don’t want to kill me. You like me … you love what I do to you. You enjoy this sadistic game as much as I do.” I flick her clit, and her lips tremble as she feels me take control. “You’re here to fuck. So let’s fuck.”

  The letter-opener drops from her hand as my fingers entangle with hers, and her lips smash onto mine. I immediately roll her over and pin her wrists above her head, kissing her with fervor. She came into my room with a purpose. A goal. And I’m all about letting her win.

  “Only one way you can win, Naomi … and that’s to have my fucking baby.”

  “Only if she loses hers,” she mutters between kisses.

  “It’ll fucking happen, trust me. I know my fucking brother.” I shove her dress up, squeezing her ass tight. “Now shut up and let me fuck your brains out.”

  Growling like a fucking bear, I lean up and yank my belt out of the loops. “Take off your gown.”

  She complies, pulling it off sensually, even though I’m doing anything but going slow on her today.

  “Turn around,” I say with a dark voice, and she does exactly that. “Wrists on your back.”

  I tie the belt around her arms and make sure it’s tight enough so she can’t escape.

  “Think I’m going to run?” she muses.

  “No. I just don’t want you to move while I fuck your body raw,” I say with a smirk.

  Then I push her down, her head flopping onto my bed. My fingers curl around her panties near her pussy, and I tear them off at the seam.

  “Those were expensive,” she says.

  “I’ll buy you three hundred more,” I growl. “Now, spread your legs so I can give you what you came for.”

  “What I came for?” she retorts.

  I rip down my zipper and unbutton my pants, and as my hard-on flips out of my boxer shorts, I say, “My cock.”

  I position myself behind her and fondle her pussy, which is already wet as fuck. “Horny?” I muse.

  “Fuck you …” she spits.

  “You’re only saying that because you hate that you love it so much.” I smack her ass, which makes her squeal. “That’s it. Make those sounds. It only gets me going.”

  I stick my finger into her pussy and then another, swirling around inside her. She moans out loud, her body tensing and relaxing again and again.

  “Don’t resist the need, Naomi,” I say.

  I pull out my fingers and bring them to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

  When she parts her lips, I slide my fingers onto her tongue, making her taste herself. And right when she does, I shove my cock into her. Her moan makes me greedy, selfish, and I thrust in and out of her without holding back.

  “That’s it. Let me fuck that pussy like it needs to be fucked,” I growl, holding each side of her ass like they’re handles. I smack her again for a little extra oompf, the redness that follows spiking my arousal.

  “You’re an ass,” she hisses.

  “I know … and you know what else? I’m going to fuck yours too.”

  I grin when I pull back out again and see her lips part and her eyes widen. I step off the bed, open the drawer, and take out the lube I had stashed there. Getting back on the bed, I squish it out above her ass, rubbing it in.

  “What are you doing? That won’t make me pregnant,” she says.

  “It won’t, but I’m not coming in your ass. I’m just claiming my territory,” I say with a lopsided grin as I watch her face contort.

  “I never said—”

  My cock going into her asshole interrupts her words.

  God, I love that sound she makes. The gasp that just keeps on giving. Just like her body.

  “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I say, smacking her ass again as I plunge into her. I grab the belt wrapped around her wrists and hold it as a rein so I can fuck her harder.

  “Sometimes, I really want to kill you,” she huffs.

  I laugh. “I’m going to be doing this a lot when you’re my wife so get fucking used to it,” I growl, and I stuff my finger into her pussy. “You belong to me, and you know it.”

  “Damn you and your fucking cock,” she growls.

  It only makes me thrust harder. “This fucking cock is going to make you come, so be happy.”

  With my index finger and thumb, I circle her clit and rub it between my fingers, making her knees weak. “See? Admit it. You like being mine.” When she doesn’t say a word, I smack her ass and growl. “Say it.”

  “Yes, I like it!” she screams, her body bouncing up and down from my thrusting.

  I grin and lick my lips, feeling victorious in my mission to conquer her. “Finally.”

  ***

  Naomi

  He twists my body into knots, and I like it.

  He fucks me like I’m a blow-up doll, and I like it.

  He claims control like some animal, and I like it.

  Goddammit, I like everything. And I hate it.

  I hate that I like him so much I couldn’t even kill him when I had the chance.

  I don’t fucking want to. The only thing I want is for him to fuck my brains out, just like he said.

  So when he twirls my clit and rams his cock into my ass, all I can do is moan and sigh, even though I can’t do a thing to stop it. I’m powerless against him, and I hate being fucking powerless … but with him, it�
��s a fucking drug.

  A turn-on so powerful, it makes me want to beg.

  “Fuck,” I mutter into the sheets, feeling heady from his touch.

  “Already there?” he muses. “Don’t come yet.” He pulls out of me and slaps my ass a final time, which makes me roll over. I can’t help it; my hands are tied to my back. There’s nothing I can do. Nothing, and it’s so fucking intoxicating, I’m completely wet for him.

  He pulls my leg up and lays it against his shoulder, scissoring me, his dick at the entrance to my pussy. As he pushes in, he grabs my breast and squeezes.

  “Mine. All fucking mine.” He thrusts and thrusts so hard, I can barely breathe.

  With his fingers, he twists my nipple. “Say you’re fucking mine!” he growls.

  “I’m yours,” I reply, and even though I despise myself for saying it, it’s the truth.

  “Damn right, you’re mine.” He sounds like an animal, the way he gruffly speaks and groans as he slams into me. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my cum. You ready for it?”

  “Yes,” I moan, as his fingers move from my breast to my clit, where he rubs me to the point that I’m about to come.

  “Fuck …” I whisper.

  “Yes. Come, Naomi. Let me see how ready this body is to receive my cum.”

  As he fondles me, the tip of his length grazes my G-spot, and I explode. All. Over. Him. I can feel it, and I gasp for air as my body trembles beneath him.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growls.

  Four more thrusts and I feel him release, cum jetting into me, again and again. It just keeps coming, like a warm stream, filling me completely. And he keeps thrusting; not wanting to spill any of it, he continues to push it farther into me.

  When he’s done, he pulls out and slowly lowers my leg. After untying me, he grabs my face and pulls me up into a seated position. Still towering above me, he holds my cheek, and says, “You’re not just mine because I can fuck you, Naomi. You’re mine because I say you’re mine”—he taps my chest—“in here. Your heart belongs to me, and you know it. Don’t you dare deny it.”

  He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips, sealing the deal. “We’re too good together not to be,” he whispers, kissing my doubts away. “You and me together. A wickedly twisted couple no one will be able to stand up to.”

  At this point, there is little to no point in fighting it any longer. My attraction to him is too strong. Too powerful to ignore. And I actually want him to kiss me, as crazy as it sounds.

  Only one thing pulls me from his embrace.

  A piercing scream … and then a loud thud.

  24.

  Accompanying Song: “Consummation” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  Naomi

  I jolt up and out of bed, quickly throwing on a bathrobe that hangs from Max’s closet, and then I rush out the door. However, before I can take three more steps, I come to a screeching halt.

  In front of me is a body.

  Half-naked and face down on the cold, hard floor.

  Limbs twisted in ways I never thought possible.

  Blood pouring from her nose and lips.

  Jordan.

  I scream and run toward her, kneeling near her body. Touching her body feels like touching pudding; blubbery. Her bones aren’t just broken … they’re completely shattered. She’s wasted.

  I place my finger on her neck to inspect for a pulse. It’s barely there.

  “Jordan? Fuck, say something,” I whisper, trying to make sense of this.

  Her blood-stained lips move, her eyes focusing on me as if she means to tell me something, but the words don’t come out. All she does is gaze away … and up, toward the balustrade.

  I follow her gaze and find Camilla lunged over the balustrade near Anthony’s room, staring at us in shock, her eyes teary. “Jordan!” she screams.

  Her face is not just red from shock. She has a cut on her nose, blood seeping from the wound, and a definite bruise around her eye.

  Suddenly, Anthony approaches her from the left, looking down at the body next to me … His eyes widen as he realizes what happened. “Jordan? No!” he growls.

  Then he looks at Camilla, who sees him too and turns to face him.

  “You …” Out of nowhere, Anthony pulls out a gun.

  Within one second, he’s shot Camilla.

  Point-blank.

  Dead between the eyes.

  I scream and crawl away from the blood pooling underneath me. The bathrobe is already soaked in it.

  “What the fuck happened?” Max yells as he comes out wearing only a pair of sweatpants. Then he spots Jordan’s body. “Fuck, no.”

  “I don’t know what happened,” I say, sniffing, trying to wipe away the blood, and I smear it on the tiles. “She was already on the floor when I came out of the room.”

  He quickly checks her pulse. “She’s gone.”

  I frown and feel her again. There’s nothing left. With her last breath, she tried to show me what happened, but I still don’t understand.

  “You killed my baby!” Anthony screams at Camilla’s body, stomping on her with his feet. “You killed my fucking baby, and now, I killed you!” he yells, still holding the gun out to her. “My baby. My wife. Gone!”

  “Anthony!” Max runs off and up the stairs while I stay with the body. “Are you fucking insane?”

  “You saw what happened!” Anthony spits back, his face red, slathered with tears. “She pushed her over!”

  “You don’t know that. None of us were here to see it,” Max says as he approaches him, holding his hand up to stop Anthony from doing something he’ll regret. “Maybe she jumped.”

  “NO!” Anthony screams, so loud it pierces my ears. “She would never do that to my baby.”

  I can’t go up there. I can’t witness how these two men bicker over dead corpses.

  I can’t comprehend how he just murdered a girl without even knowing what happened. Without even being there to witness the whole ordeal.

  But then I spot something peculiar from the corner of my eye.

  A hand disappearing behind a door leading to a bathroom upstairs.

  I crawl up to my feet and back away from the bleeding body that was once Jordan. Without thinking, I go up the stairs, my ears still ringing from the sound of Jordan’s scream. My hand leaves a bloody print on the railing as I take the last step up and into the hallway. Tentatively turning the handle, I take a breath and try to focus, even though the voices in my head tell me not to go in.

  I do it anyway.

  The bathroom is barely lit. I can tell this bathroom is hardly used. There are spiders in the top corners, cobwebs everywhere, and a certain smell hanging through the room. The stench of stagnant water … mixed with old soap.

  I push open the creaking door and see something move behind the curtain in the back of the room. I walk toward it, shivering from the sudden rush of cold sweeping over me. My fingers tremble as I clutch the curtain and slowly pull it back.

  There, in front of a sink in the corner of the room, stands Latisha.

  The water is running, and she’s humming an eerie tune.

  I don’t say a word as I approach her and peek at her from the side to see her washing her hands.

  For a second, I think I spot a drop of blood.

  “I know you’re watching me,” Latisha says with a soft, outspoken voice.

  “I’m not trying to hide,” I reply, standing my ground.

  She turns the handle of the faucet. “I’m so glad you’re here now.” Then she turns around. On her face too is the beginning of a bruise. “You make it so much easier.”

  I make a face. “You killed her, didn’t you?”

  Her face tightens, and she cocks her head. “Killed who?”

  “You know who,” I say without emotion.

  A faint hint of a smile appears on her face. “Oh … you mean Jordan.”

  “You forced her to jump, but then how did you get the blood on your hand?” I mutter.


  She clutches the sink and stares at me, bemused. “Go on.”

  “The bruise on your face indicates a fight. Camilla was there too. She saw you push Jordan. You two had a fight about it.”

  She turns her head to the other side, her smile growing bigger every second. “I love how smart you are … how you see every, little detail.”

  “She knew what you were doing, and she tried to stop you. That’s why you both have the bruises. That’s why she has the cut on her face, and you’re bleeding.”

  “Such a pity,” she murmurs, taking a step in my direction.

  I swallow away the lump in my throat. “But you threatened to kill her too. That’s why she lost.”

  Latisha makes a gun symbol with her hand, presses it against her temple, and says, “Boom.”

  My nose twitches. “You set her up, so Anthony would kill her. Two birds with one stone.” I frown. “Why her? Why Jordan?”

  She shrugs. “I just wanted him. That’s all.”

  “Anthony? This is about Anthony?”

  “Of course, it’s about Anthony. It’s always been about him,” she says, laughing a little like it’s supposed to make sense. “I adore him. I worship him. And he needs to marry me.” She puts her hand in her pocket and fishes out a knife. “And if you hadn’t followed me, it would’ve turned out nicely for you.”

  I step back as she approaches me, holding out the knife in a threatening position.

  “You could’ve lived happily ever after with Max, Naomi. All you had to do was ignore what you’d seen.”

  “I would’ve known, regardless,” I reply.

  “But at least you’d still be alive.” She grins. “Now, you give me no choice but to kill you too.”

  “They’ll know you did it,” I say, walking in circles as she follows me around.

  “I’ll play the victim. Say you attacked me, and I defended myself.”

  “They’ll never believe you,” I hiss.

  “Doesn’t matter. There’d be only one of us left. They’ll be the ones fighting over me, not the other way around.”

  “They didn’t pick you. None of them did.”