She stares at me over her coffee cup before looking up at the camera, then back to me. “I don’t know what you are talking about, dear.” She says dear like it’s a bitter taste in her mouth. “Edna merely gave me gossip about Sherry. Did you know she’s been sleeping with their pool boy?” she asks, clearly trying to deflect from the truth. “No wait, not the pool boy. She likes to fuck the assistants on these events.” She grins. I stand rigid. I’ve never been with Sherry, not for her want of trying. Thankfully, Henry has demanded I am at his beck and call, and that’s the only thing I will ever thank him for.
She goes to walk past me, but I reach out, grabbing the belt of her robe and shove her against the wall. She drops her coffee, the sound of the mug smashing across the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she growls through gritted teeth.
“Stop playing fucking games. What did Edna tell you?” I whisper, quietly enough so the camera won’t pick it up.
She smirks. “Unless you’re going to hit me or fuck me, move now,” she growls.
It’s then that I notice her robe has fallen open, revealing the centre of her body. The robe is barely covering her full breasts. Fuck, there is no denying I’m attracted to her. She’s fucking stunning. My dick stirs to life at the thought of fucking her, of shoving my dick inside her mouth, making her gag, fucking her pussy until she’s raw and begging me to stop.
She looks down between us, a smile playing on her lips. “Looks like your dick has made the decision for you.”
I grit my teeth, fighting between taking the chance and fucking her, and finding a way to make her tell me what she knows. I decide to play her at her own game. I wrap my hand around her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze. Her lips part, and her eyes darken with desire.
“I know you’re hiding something. I can see it in your eyes. Edna told you something,” I whisper in her ear, my teeth nipping her lobe. To the camera it looks like we are just having an erotic moment together. I squeeze her neck tighter, restricting her air flow.
She lets out a gasp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you are squeezing my throat to scare me, then you have the wrong girl. You’re just making me wet,” she whispers.
I close my eyes. Fuck, this woman.
“You’d fuck a man you hate?” I ask, leaning back slightly and looking at her in the eye.
She grins. “I hate all men. You are not the exception.”
My eyes flicker from her mouth to her eyes, the temptation becoming harder to resist. I release my hold of her neck and slowly glide my fingertips down the centre of her body where her robe has come apart, down along her chest between her breasts, to her stomach over her naval. As I trail my hand lower, I look at her, watching her reaction. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are full of want, and yet still challenging me. I stop just above her pussy.
She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. Everything in me is demanding I touch her, to feel her wetness, to taste it, but I step back.
Her gaze narrows, clearly not expecting that. “Eat breakfast and get dressed. The games start in one hour,” I state before turning toward the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I run my hand over my face. Jesus, she’s like a god damn siren when I get near her. I switch on the shower, determined to beat her at today’s games. I can’t let her win. I have the upper hand, and knowing what’s coming, I plan on using that to my advantage.
“My beautiful guests,today’s game is one of my favourites. One that I know you all enjoy too. For our newcomers, I know they will love it just as much.” Henry grins, his eyes sparking with excitement as he takes in Valentina.
My eyes roam over her. Today’s outfit is a playsuit; the top a black halter neck with plunging neckline, which is tied up with an extravagant bow at the back of her neck and one at her waist, and the shorts are white, stopping at the top of her thighs. Addin the strappy heels with it, showcasing her long stunning legs, I know every man’s eyes here are trailing up her legs.
“Today’s game is chess. With a twist, of course.” Henry grins, gesturing to the life size chess board. “A tournament to the end,” he adds. I pull Valentina close, my fingers dancing along her bare back.
“Did you choose this outfit as a distraction?” I whisper in her ear.
She gives me a side glace, a smirk on the edge of her lips. “I don’t know what you are implying,” she answers cooly.
“First up, Miss Fox and Gerald,” Henry calls out.
“Excuse me,” she states before walking with confidence to the chessboard. She takes her place, as does Gerald. Henry gives the signal, and thirty-two men are marched out, all with masks covering their faces and cuffs around their hands and ankles. With around twenty prison officers walking alongside them, rifles in their hands ready to shoot, if needed.
I look at Valentina and her face is set to stone, showing zero emotion. Sixteen of the men are in white and the other sixteen in black, each of them with an image of their chess piece on their backs. They stand in their starting squares, each with a collar around their neck, a small square piece flashing.
“Okay, you may begin,” Henry yells.
“Gerald was number one at college. He will destroy her,” Sherry beams.
I cross my arms and watch as the game starts, each of them taking their time, assessing each other. Gerald strikes first, taking one of Valentina’s pawns. A loud beeping noise sounds, followed by an explosion as Valentina’s pawn explodes, chunks of his flesh flying all over the other inmates. I hear Valentina gasp and as I look to her, her eyes are wide.
She’s stunned. She swallows and quickly regains her composure, focusing on winning and taking out Gerald. Eachtime an opponent is taken out, the little device on their neck beeps, and then they explode.
“Bravo, Miss Fox!” Henry claps excitedly. “Only one more move and its Checkmate!” he cheers.
She does it, and the final guy of Gerald’s explodes. The final five men of her pieces all sigh with relief. I see the concern in her eyes as Henry walks over to her and takes her hand in his, raising it.