Indecent Games Duet - Boxed Set

by Clarissa Wild

  I’ve been watching her the entire day, following her wherever she went in my car, but when I saw her going to that man … I knew she was in trouble. So I stayed with her and even sat down on a stone in her yard beneath her window to keep an eye on her all night. But then I heard a loud bang, so I went inside and found her lying on the floor with blood on her head.

  Of course, my first instinct was to help her. Anyone would do that.

  But it also gave me an excuse to stay with her. To be by her side like a bodyguard.

  One who stalks her in the night.

  I step toward her, and she swallows, clearly nervous. However, her vulnerable state only makes her that much more attractive. She needs me.

  I lick my lips and say, “Did you read my notes?”

  She nods softly, her skin tinted pink.

  Her face is so pretty to look at up close. I miss it every second I’m not near her. I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with her. I’ve never felt this way for a woman … Maybe it’s because we share something no one else does. Something secret between us.

  Or maybe it’s because she was already taken … by a monster.

  And I want her for myself.

  I breathe through my nose and make a fist, forcing myself to turn away before I let it go too far.

  “Where are you going?”

  Her soft voice pulls my heartstrings.

  With my hand on the doorjamb, I linger and wonder if I should stay.

  “I can’t stay …” I reply, my voice heavy and full of worries. “It isn’t right.”

  And with those final words, I leave her home.

  Talking isn’t my thing anyway.

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “Come Say Hello” by Superhumanoids

  Hyun

  I’ve been staring at the ceiling the entire night.

  I didn’t close a single eye. I couldn’t sleep. Not with the thought of having him watching me from the corner or outside like he always does.

  Should I be worried? Probably.

  But he never came back. Even though I wished he would.

  Because when I laid my eyes on him, I couldn’t take them off him. My gaze was instantly locked on the piercing blue eyes hidden beneath thick brows, and even though most of his face hid behind a hoodie, I could still see the sharp features, the angles in his face, and his square jaw with a little bit of scruff. When he took a breath, the muscles in his chest tightened, and I could see each and every line. Like a sculpture so perfectly crafted.

  So … sexy.

  It’s wrong, and I know it, but still … I can’t stop myself from thinking exactly that.

  I feel like I want to invite him in.

  With him as a protector … I could definitely live.

  It’s nuts. Completely nuts. But I didn’t even care that he’d changed my clothes for me and put me in bed. It didn’t feel threatening. Granted, it was kind of strange to realize he’d done it after the fact. But it still doesn’t feel … dangerous.

  Greg is dangerous.

  But with this guy … it’s different.

  One thing’s for sure, though. I’m probably going to see more of him now.

  The next morning, I get up with a pang in my stomach and a roaring headache, but I’m determined not to let my mistake from last night ruin the rest of my day.

  So I drink a glass of water and put on my sweatpants to go outside. After all, I have a mailbox to check.

  With a stupid smile on my face, I open my door and traipse outside in my flip-flops to check the mailbox. And just as I expected, a note is stuck inside. The sight of it excites me. I don’t know why.

  It’s bad. It’s wrong. It’s dirty.

  It’s all the things my mother would forbid if I were still living under her roof. I’m glad that ended a long time ago.

  I’ve never had anything this … arousing happen to me.

  It’s quite exhilarating, and I tuck the note into my pocket. Then I look around to make sure no one saw me, and I quickly go back inside and shut the door so I can be alone with my little secret.

  I open the envelope and take out the note, eagerly reading the typed out words.

  She picks up my note and sits down on the edge of her bed, licking her lips.

  It compels me to do just that, so I walk to my bedroom and sit down, wetting my lips.

  She’s so beautiful when she touches her neck, letting her fingers glide down her chest. I wish I could have a taste of her sweet skin.

  My fingers instinctively follow the words on the paper, brushing my skin ever so slightly, the tickling sensation arousing.

  I watched over her, day and night, saving her from herself as she drinks the nightmares away. I still remember every single second as I peeled away her dress and witnessed her naked body, taking my breath away.

  My hand automatically travels to my breast, and I squeeze from excitement. I’ve never felt this dirty … this sexy over something so wrong.

  She was ripe for the plucking as I laid her in bed and watched her drift into a dreamless slumber. Her eyes flutter open, and those dark, rich eyes stare at me for a moment. The realization that she knows hits me. I’m here. I will always be here. Like a silent guardian in the night.

  My skin flushes pink from the heat scorching my body as my hand travels down between my legs.

  When I left, I needed a cold shower. I ache for her so badly that I can’t shake it off. Literally. And now … these notes are the only way I can express myself. Let her know I’m here. Let her know I care. Let her know I want her … so fucking badly.

  “I feel it …” I murmur as my fingers dive into my panties. I don’t know why I’m touching myself. I just gave in to my body’s needs.

  Now, she sits on her bed. Touching herself while thinking about me. She fondles her sweet, innocent pussy … because I want her to. She circles her clit and pinches softly, imagining my fingers are toying with her.

  Automatically, my fingers play with my clit as instructed. They move by some innate need. Instruments of the dirty composer … and I’m all too eager to give in.

  She feels herself, owns herself. She takes back what belonged to her all along. She’s sexy. And she will be mine.

  “Yes …” I moan, my voice heady, intoxicated.

  My fingers are inside me, and it’s been so long since I last pleasured myself this way. It was forbidden under Greg’s command. But I’m no longer his. I’m my own woman now.

  I lick my lips and speed up the pace as I let myself go. God, I feel so dirty. So horny. So damn good.

  She caresses her nipples, which tighten under her grip, and she imagines my mouth latching onto them, suckling them one by one. But what she doesn’t know … is that I’m watching her through the small gap between her curtains. And as she flicks her clit until it pulses, she climaxes with a moan so loud her neighbor could hear.

  The moment I read the words, I come.

  I don’t even care that I just read that he’s watching me. I’ve gone too far to stop.

  A long, drawn-out moan escapes my mouth as I rub myself into bliss. And it feels incredible. Liberating.

  Until I read the rest of the note.

  The man who bought her knows.

  He knows where she goes. What she’s always dreamed of.

  He watches her … day and night.

  He’s angry and bitter and wants her to come back.

  He knows all the bad things she’s been doing behind his back.

  He also knows he could never satisfy her needs. She needs a man who will protect her. A man who could give his life.

  But he is more important. His wishes are her command. His rule was her life.

  To him … she’s nothing but a whore.

  I gasp and look away. I don’t want to read any more. My high comes crashing down immediately, and I get up and walk to the window, checking to see if anyone’s there before I close the curtains and scowl.

  I’m confused. Is he trying to make a fool out of me
with this note?

  Or has Greg secretly been writing these notes and tricking me all along?

  I thought it was my stalker … and maybe it is … but what if they’re working together now? What if this is all some ploy? Something to get me to trust them, so they can frame me, or make me do something stupid …

  So they can murder me in my sleep.

  8.

  Accompanying Song: “A Reflection” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  Hyun

  3.5 months ago

  I’ve been able to hold Greg off for a few weeks now. I’ve been cooking his favorite meals for him, cleaning the house until it was spick-and-span, even making myself out to be the perfect wife, all while pouring in the drinks until he got drunk so he’d keep his hands off me.

  I’ve been walking around the house in flimsy dresses and sky-high heels to appease him. It fades in comparison to what I had to wear for Max’s wicked game that one day during dinner … or rather, what I didn’t wear. But still, it feels like I’ve become nothing more than an accessory.

  My husband treats me like just another one of his conquered prizes. Every single day, he finds a reason to tell me this. He also loves it when I dress like a hooker. There’s occasional ass smacking, along with pinches and laughs, even when his friends are watching. It’s humiliating and degrading, but it’s nothing like when he gets in a bad mood, which is something I want to avoid at all cost.

  However, today I may have given him a few too many drinks.

  He’s stammering, going on and on about how I’m such a whore because I had other boyfriends before, even though I only had one, not multiple.

  But Greg doesn’t believe that.

  He never believes a word I say.

  God, I wish I’d never told him anything about myself.

  “Liar!” he yells as he always does.

  And in his wild swinging to get a hold of me, he smashes the glass of whiskey on the ground. It doesn’t even faze him.

  I try to pick it up, but he tears himself away from the couch and towers above me while screaming, “You fucking bitch. Look what you made me do!”

  He smacks me across the face, and I take it.

  I take it because I have no choice.

  Because calling the cops is useless.

  And if I did anything to stop him … he’d kill me.

  I touch my face and acknowledge the pain quietly.

  “You always ruin everything. You couldn’t just save yourself for me. You had to go and fuck all those boys. What did you want with them, huh? You wanted their money too, didn’t you? You’re a filthy gold digger.” He spits on the floor, and some of it lands on my hand.

  “You’ve never even given me one ounce of gratitude. I saved you. I gave you everything you needed. Money. Clothes. A home. A husband. And how do you repay me?” He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You never even kiss me. What kind of wife are you?”

  “I am yours …” I whisper. “Please … don’t hurt me.”

  He grimaces and then grabs my arm, twisting it painfully. “You’re coming with me.” He pulls me up and drags me along with him. We stumble up the stairs, while tears form in my eyes, but he’s fixated on only one thing.

  The bedroom.

  I can see it from the way he looks at me, the primal urges.

  He won’t wait any longer.

  Fear washes over me as he throws me into the master bedroom, slams the door shut, and locks it behind him … trapping us both inside.

  With no way out, I close my eyes, letting a final tear roll down my cheeks. Then I block everything out.

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “Hungry Like The Wolf” by Snow Hill

  Now

  With a scowl on my face, I look at the sex toys hanging on the racks in front of me. In a split second, I decide to grab three of them—all a different length, two with vibration mode, one with a suction cup—and chuck them all into my cart.

  Then I walk off to the cash register, casually throwing in a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube as well.

  The lady behind the counter doesn’t even look remotely interested in the fact that I’m buying these things. Not that she should. It’s a sex toy shop. But I don’t normally come here. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been here. I’m just not used to how it’s supposed to go.

  But it does feel liberating to know I can come in here and buy whatever I want, solely for myself. After yesterday, I really needed to do something for me. Something out of the ordinary, something my parents taught me was wrong.

  Screw the rules. Screw the world.

  I’m doing this for me.

  When the lady’s done scanning, she looks up and parts her lips, but nothing comes out. She just stares at my face, and it takes me a few seconds to realize why. I have a big bruise on my face from where I fell on the table while drunk.

  She narrows her eyes and mutters, “That’ll be forty dollars.”

  I hand her the cash while she keeps looking up at me, and I try not to notice. I clear my throat as she hands me the bag of toys. “Are you all right?” she asks.

  I frown. “Yeah, why?”

  “Well, you … your face …” She points at her own face now as if it’ll support her case. Like I don’t know I have a black eye.

  “I’m fine,” I say, and I take the bag and turn around.

  No one needs to know I was being stupid.

  No one has to know anything about my life.

  That’s the wondrous thing about being free. No one who decides what you do. No one makes your choices.

  “Are you sure? I can … help,” she says softly.

  I keep walking. With a smile on my face, I saunter out the store, knowing full well the lady behind the counter is eyeing my back. It feels nice not to be obligated to tell someone the truth.

  When I get home, I park my car and grab my new goodies, eager to try them. However, when I get inside and close the door behind me, placing the bag of dildos on the cabinet beside me, I suck in a breath.

  Someone is standing in front of my bookcase, snooping through my books.

  He turns around when he hears me.

  The book he was holding drops to the floor.

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “Game Of Survival” by Ruelle

  Drake

  She’s here.

  Like a wolf smells its prey, I sniff and take in a whiff of her perfume … the scent excites me.

  I ignore the book that fell to the floor, as it doesn’t interest me right now. My focus lies completely on her. I don’t even care that she caught me, that I broke into her home … All I care is that she’s here and that I want her. Now.

  I inch closer, and she backs up against the door, clutching the wood as if it’s going to help her. As if she wants to leave … like hell, she wants to. I know she desires me too. I can see it in her eyes that wander all over my body, those lips she licks briefly, and that fucking sexy blush on her cheeks.

  She freezes as I step closer, her eyes the only thing moving, skidding up and down my body in a delectable manner. She’s so small; I tower over her like a statue. I could wrap my arms around her and then some. I could lift her up and carry her to bed. I could do any of these things … and she would be unable to stop me.

  I lean in and place my hand on the door beside her. My breathing is ragged and heavy; drops of sweat roll down my back. I’m fuming with rage and arousal, and I don’t know if I can separate the two. I’ve hunted her for so long, stalked her in the night, and now that she’s right in front of me … I’m not sure I can control myself.

  With my free hand, I brush aside a strand of her black hair, tucking it behind her ear. She sucks in a breath as my fingers softly touch her skin, and the left side of my lips briefly shifts into a smile. Her body tenses as I lower my head and feel the air surrounding us thicken with desire.

  Lust has taken over my every waking thought. Ever since she opened up to me so beautifully when I
sent her the last note—her playing with herself was a sight to behold—I’ve been thinking about coming back and claiming what’s mine. I knew I needed to have her, and I can no longer stop myself from going after her. Today, I will make her mine.

  She tilts her head, looking straight into my eyes as I cock my head and lick my lips, ready to pounce. But then she parts her lips and says, “Wait.”

  I stop before I kiss her. I was just a second away.

  Her hands move up toward my face, but I remain rock hard solid. At first, I think she’s going to touch my cheek, but her fingers snake behind my ear, sweetly curling around my short hair before pulling down my hoodie.

  I wait as she pauses and looks at me, probably determining if she can let me do what I came here to do. If I’m really here to kiss her … instead of being here to kill her.

  Her brows twitch, and for a second, I think I spot a brief smile on her face before she blows out a short breath. Angst fills the room, and the heat between us feels scorching hot. While I trap her between my arms, my lips hover so closely to hers I can almost taste them.

  That’s when I go in for the kill.

  My lips take hers no-holds-barred, and it’s the most delicious, most sinful kiss I’ve ever taken. I know it’s wrong—that I shouldn’t even be here—but it feels too good to stop.