“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“I turned you on so much that you couldn’t even wait ten minutes for your next partner to get you off. You had to do it yourself?”
Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red, but her eyes tighten to slits trying to break through my skin with her gaze.
“No.”
I grab her hand and lift it to my nose. “Liar, I can smell your cum on your fingers.”
She yanks her hand away. “Just trying to satisfy myself since I know no man here will. It helps me keep a level head during play.”
“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?”
She doesn’t answer my question. “I guess asking you if you’re married is a moot point. If you are, it’s only on paper. No man would touch a woman like that if he were in love or even getting regular sex at home.”
“I guess Waylon is just a man you can use for power. Why stay with him when you can just whore yourself out for money?”
She slaps me.
I could have stopped her, but I like her all worked up and angry. It will make it harder for her to win if she can only concentrate on me and nothing else.
“Quit now, Langston. You and all of your friends need to use your safe word and get out of here. This isn’t a good place to be. Tonight is nothing. Tomorrow…” she lets her voice drop as she brushes past me.
I let her because our time is up; we both need to get back to the top deck if we are going to be on time. Something about the way she spoke has me on edge. It’s more than her just wanting to win the money to get back on equal footing. There is something I’m missing.
Liesel has definitely attended these games before. Did she win? What the hell happened to her? Why does she look like she’s seen a ghost? And why does it feel like she’d be here even if I hadn’t stolen all her money?
I jog after her and make it to the top deck just as Mr. Reyes starts up the next round.
“Ms. White, Mr. Kane, and Mr. Young. You three will form the first group.”
Liesel, Zeke, and a man who looks twenty all stand together to the left of Mr. Reyes.
He continues to draw names. Apparently, we are forming groups of three this time. I must have missed the first set of instructions.
“Mrs. Kane, Mr. Pearce, and Mr. Lloyd will be the next group.”
I groan as I walk over to Siren and a middle-aged man.
“Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Black, and Mr. Cole.”
A couple more rounds of names are given.
“You have one hour together. Enjoy yourselves. Test your limits. Remember the reward at the end if you win. This will be the final round of the night. Whoever makes it through this round will make it to tomorrow, where everything will change. Begin.”
I glance around at the two other groups I care about. Beckett, Kai, and a random man. Kai will lose, but Beckett will protect her for as long as he can.
Then, I find Liesel. She’s paired with Zeke and another man who is almost as big and tall. The two men could gang up on her. They could tear her apart, rip her to shreds. Bruise her, gag her, hurt her. It’s two against one. I don’t like her odds. The only thing working in my favor is that Zeke won’t want to do anything sexual to Liesel. But he’ll have no problem holding her down while the other man fucks every one of her holes and suffocates her to within an inch of her life.
“Zeke won’t hurt her,” Siren whispers to me.
I grunt. “He’s hated her since we were kids. He’ll enjoy hurting her.”
“That was before he knew you were in love with her.”
I laugh. “I’m not in love with her.”
“Then why else are you going through all this trouble? I know you say for the treasure, but that’s just stupid. Why?”
“Maybe it’s because I hate her, and this is the best way to make her pay.”
“We only have an hour. Are we going to get started, or you two going to waste everyone’s time? Because I have no problem using my shirt as a gag if it will shut you two up,” Mr. Lloyd says.
I size the man up. He’s tall and lanky. Built like a swimmer’s body. He has muscles, and he’s fit, but he doesn’t have the bulk strength that I do. I also doubt he has the intelligence. That’s not me just being cocky; I’m smarter than almost everyone else I know.
“If you’re so impatient, then you start. But if you go anywhere near my asshole, I’ll punch you until your lights are out. Got it?” I say.
He chuckles. “You aren’t going to make it long if you can’t handle some anal play from another guy. First time?”
I don’t answer. I don’t have a problem fucking anyone—woman, man makes no difference. Sex is just that—sex.
But I don’t like anyone else taking control. Liesel and I have that same problem.
I looked at Liesel less than a minute ago, and yet, I’m already finding her again. Just as I suspected, Zeke has Liesel’s arms tied behind her back while Mr. scumbag is running his hands up and down her body.
I growl. No one touches what is mine.
I want to run over and stop the man from touching her. She doesn’t want this. There is no possible way she’d ever let a strange man touch her. She does the touching, the kissing, the fucking. She didn’t even let Waylon, her fiancé, take control during sex. He was her submissive puppy.
I’m about to break all the rules and go over and put a stop to this when Liesel glances my way. There is a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, and I realize she’s completely in control. I don’t know what her plan is, but it’s there.
That twinkle immediately disappears as soon
