Page 9 of Scandalous Games

I hear one of them curse but I don’t dare slow down, and I feel like I’ve stepped into a whole other world. My feet halt as I land in a room filled with men and women. Seductive acoustic music is playing in the background as bodies writhe at every corner of the freaking dungeon.

It isn’t as crowded as I expected it to be, though.

Unlike earlier, no one pauses to stare at me and it’s a relief. I’ve never liked unwanted attention. It always makes me nervous and shy. The girls are all dressed elegantly in lace and silk as some sit on men’s laps while a few roam around the space.

I look around to see if the guard followed me in here and breathe in relief when I don’t see him. It would’ve been embarrassing if someone saw me being escorted out. If my dad finds out, he would certainly reprimand me. Though I can’t seem to worry about it now as I lose myself in my surroundings.

The middle of the room has a table decorated with a fountain of champagne pouring into the pyramid of glasses. Several private booths line the corner of the rooms and you can only tell people are inside upon looking closely.

How the hell am I supposed to find him in this maze?Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, I can’t help but wonder, and as a waiter passes me by, I grab a drink from him. I’m so desperate for a distraction that I’m making one up.

But why did I conjure him up, of all people?

My mind tells me that I should just leave, but I stay rooted to the spot. Rosa is already busy with Nova, so I might as well take advantage of my surroundings. It’s not often that I come to a lavish private party held in a gentlemen’s club. Because that’s what this is.

Cloaked and hidden below the world outside.

Taking a sip of the hard whiskey I just took a second ago, I circle around the room until I’m walking down another dark hallway. The crowd lessens the deeper I venture, and I gasp when I hear a low moan. My skin heats and goosebumps rake along my arms as they get louder, followed by the sound of bodies slapping.

Light spills into my path from a widely arched doorway a few feet from me. Silhouettes of a trio form on the wall as I stare at them move erotically. It looks like a man and two women and instead of turning away, I prowl closer like a stalker.

A sick thrill courses through my body, twisting into heat when it enters my lower belly.

I swallow when I see the shadow of the man yank one of the women’s hair roughly until she whimpers in pleasure. There are other rooms with sex taking place in them yet I’m drawn to the last one. My heels don’t make a peep on the plush carpet and I’m glad because I don’t want to be caught.

But is it getting caught if the invitation is obvious?

My heart is in my throat when I finish the last two steps and peek inside. My head spins at the erotic sight before me, and an involuntary gasp spills past my lips.

The earth tilts as I stare at the man.

The guy who stole my virginity.

My ex’s older stepbrother.

Dash Stern.

Chapter Four

BIANCA

Tangled limbs. Greedy hands. Rough thrusts.

That’s all my mind screams while my eyes are ensnared by Dash. I forget all rational thoughts about him being in my city. Including the fact that he is now rich enough to be able to come to an elite men’s club. All I feel is the strongest urge to watch and never look away as I stare at the threesome in the mirror in front of them.

He looks the same, yet nothing like the last time I saw him.

Those piercing green eyes are the same but they hold an edge and hardness in them.

I’m hit with the flashbacks of our one and only night together like it happened only yesterday. It hits me with a force that even as he takes the woman, his gaze doesn’t hold the desire they once held for me. The hunger I saw in them is missing.

Even more disturbing is how easily I’m able to tell.

His rich brown hair curls against the collar of his shirt that he always wore in a military buzz cut. It drew attention to the cuts and sharp angles of his face. Though his hair is longer now, it doesn’t soften his lethally handsome face. I can’t decide which look is more attractive.

Then my brain taunts me that I shouldn’t find either appealing.

The hands that once held me delicately are now digging hard into the woman’s waist as he mercilessly fucks her from behind. None of them notice my presence.

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