Page 79 of Scandalous Games

It took me years to finally find the correct routine that suits my skin and it’s been a blessing. Quickly brushing my teeth and combing my hair, I skip back to the room.

My eyes immediately connect with Dash’s just as he’s straightening up from the bedside table and I feel naked when his gaze roams down the length of me. My nipples tighten underneath my thin top and I regret skipping my bra because I almost forgot I won’t be sleeping alone from now on.

Holy fuck.

I swallow when I notice he’s only wearing boxers and see the outline of his huge dick as it slowly hardens before my hungry eyes. Never has a man’s thighs made my pussy quiver but his muscular and powerful ones have me lusting. The man has no ounce of fat in his body, I swear.

He’s perfect everywhere with his striking and sinful physique to complement him.

And he’s all mine.

Temporarily.

“Unless you want to be bent over this bed and fucked raw in the next two seconds, I suggest you stop staring at my dick,” he growls in a guttural tone, raising goosebumps on my skin. “Your stupid rules be damned.”

His eyes are livid and glowing with intense need when mine snap to his. I’m rooted to the spot while observing his tensed and bunched muscles as he roughly breathes. It’s as if he’s fighting really hard not to act on his promise. Possessed and ensnared by him, my mind flashes to the night at the club.

The way he took control of me without my permission, the rough sting of his teeth as he marked my skin… and bit my pussy because I rubbed against another man. The naked possessiveness and madness in his eyes scared and exhilarated me at the same time.

God! Would it be so wrong if I fucked him? Just once so I can end this torture.

“Fuck, kitten! You’re killing me.” He groans, stepping closer as if pulled by an invisible thread. It snaps me from giving in to my body’s urges and making a mistake. Sleeping together will only complicate our connected future.

“You’re not sleeping in that, are you?” I mumble, ignoring the need in his voice.

I watch his jaw grind as he calms himself down before the primal look vanishes and the mischievous yet stern Dash is staring at me. The bulge in his boxers doesn’t seem to be in a state to calm down as easily. Neither does the throb in my clit.

“No.” His answer makes me sigh in relief. It lasts for a second before he smirks. “I sleep naked.”

I bite my lip, imagining his hard length pressed against my back all night before shaking off the naughty train of thought.

Focus, Bianca.

“Tonight, you won’t,” I throw back with resolve before threatening with a shrug. “Not unless you don’t want me to share a bed with you.”

He reacts by recoiling and snarling, “Don’t tempt me into tying you up.”

“I dare you.” I lift my chin and don’t budge from my demand.

“Fine.”

I smile when he relents and whips the covers off before settling down on the bed. His eight-pack abs tightens and taunts me as he lies down on his back. Lifting slightly on his elbows, he watches me crawl into the bed and his tongue peeks out to lick between his teeth when I unintentionally give him a view of my cleavage as I bend.

I shoot him a glare when he chuckles low, and turn onto my side, giving him my back as I draw the blanket over me. The mattress dips slightly when he shifts and a minute later, the room is blanketed in darkness.

“Goodnight, wifey.”

“Night, dear fake husband.”

Minutes pass and sleep doesn’t come as I wriggle, trying to find a comfortable position, but my body can’t relax. The mattress feels weird and scratchy despite being so soft and pillowy and made of the finest wool. It always takes me a while to get used to a new bed or a new place, which is frustrating.

Plus, I’m hyper aware of Dash on my side, so close that I can feel his body heat, hear every even breath he takes while his scent drowns and suffocates all my senses. Every little nerve ending under my skin tingles and sparks to life until sleep is all but erased.

I jump when he sighs loudly and whispers in the dark, “Weren’t you tired, kitten?”

“I miss my bedroom,” I whisper back. “And I forgot my cuddle pillow.”

“There are literally four right here,” he mocks.

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