Billionaire Games (Standalone)

by Kenya Wright

  I left his hold and walked to the back. “I know more about you than most.”

  “And?”

  “I’m gloating.”

  “Gloating could get you killed.”

  “I’ll remember that.” I walked to the back.

  He followed me. “Where are you going?”

  “Looking for clothes. I’m cold and wet. I’ll find you some too.”

  “I don’t need any. I’m perfectly comfortable with making you uncomfortable.” More of his laughter came.

  We’re out of the woods and now he’s back to mind games.

  I went to the dresser and pulled out a drawer. “Walking around naked will not get me to have sex with you.”

  “Is that what I want?” He chuckled right behind me.

  How did he get behind me so fast? And I didn’t even hear him.

  Shivers rose up my spine. Him being so close made me nervous. His hand gripped my hips as he slid them down to my thighs. “All this time I thought I was with you because you drugged and kidnapped me but now I know the truth. I desire you.”

  I spun around and slammed a pair of jogging pants at his chest. “There. Here’s some clothes. You’re welcome.”

  He threw them on the other side of the room, caught me, and pressed my body to his. “What do you want from me?”

  “Answers. Information. Help.”

  “With what? For what?”

  I gulped. “To save the world.”

  Laughter roared from him. He let me go and doubled over. “Jesus fucking Christ you’re absolutely insane. Freddy knew what he was doing when he matched you up against me. And here I thought he’d just grabbed the first badass that he knew, but Freddy actually found someone more insane than me.”

  “I’m not crazy.” I unzipped my black suit from the side and wriggled out of it.

  All laughing stopped. His gaze stayed on me, warming the little bit of bare flesh exposed from my unzipping.

  “Turn around,” I whispered.

  “Make me.”

  “Fine.” I let go of the zipper. “Sorry for the headache.”

  “What?”

  In a blur, I grabbed the lamp and charged for him.

  He twisted and ducked out of the way. The lamp crashed into the wall. I kicked up my leg. He knocked my foot down and backed up. “Alright! Alright!”

  “Give me some privacy, please.”

  “Jesus.” He left the room and yelled back to me. “No wonder you’re a virgin!”

  “I’m not a virgin!”

  “You are.”

  The door closed behind him.

  Chapter 43

  Caden

  The nudity didn’t shove her off the edge. I’d have to find another way to fuck with her mind. In fact, my being naked around her made me horny and off my own game.

  Maybe, if she stopped looking at my cock that way. Like she’d never seen one before and wanted to poke and touch the tip. She might be a killer, but she’s so fucking innocent.

  I wanted to make her nasty and dirty. A shudder of need rushed through me. I gripped my cock and tried to calm myself down which resulted in my sliding my hand up to my length and squeezing the swollen tip for far too long.

  “I’m going to rest,” she yelled out to me.

  “Good. I’m going to get drunk and find a puzzle.”

  “Have fun.”

  I set the wine bottle down and decided to keep myself busy.

  While Lotus slept, I rummaged around in the cabin. The fishermen had left the usual items that one would suspect—fishing poles, bait, tools to clean the fish, etc. But then there were things I spotted that I didn’t expect—guns, combat knives, city maps of Afghanistan with red circles on certain coordinates.

  This doesn’t fit.

  Had I not been so stubborn about looking for some games, I would’ve never found them. They’d been under the floor planks by the fire. I noticed the hollowness under my feet when I stepped on the space to start a fire. The rest of the floor creaked but not there.

  Something nagged at the back of my head. I had to check. And so, I silently found a large knife, stuck it in the center of two planks, and yanked the hidden doorway up with ease.

  Urges were always good to itch. They always led me somewhere I needed to go. And for some reason, I was supposed to see these maps.

  Where are we? What is this place?

  I turned back to the closed door. Lotus slept there or did she? Now with food, water, and warmth, I had my mind back and things weren’t making sense.

  Let’s see.

  I tiptoed to the door, slowly turned the knob, and gently cracked it open, peeking through the slivered-view. She lay on the bed with just a t-shirt and panties on. Both fit perfectly. I should’ve focused on those details, but my heart seized in my chest. She had her legs spread open and her hands slipping along her thighs. Back and forth. Those tips drove me crazy. They made me jealous. Those should’ve been my hands on her legs, caressing and taunting.

  Jesus.

  She sighed and then slapped herself hard.

  I pushed through the door with insanity. “What are you doing?”

  Shocked, she sat up in bed. “What are you doing?”

  “Watching you through the door. Why did you slap yourself?”

  “Why are you watching me?”

  I froze and couldn’t think of an answer that would display my genius. So, I went with the one thing that was on my mind. “Put your clothes back on!”

  “You were just naked. I have a shirt and—”

  “Stop slapping yourself.” I stomped out of the room. Shaken more than I ever been before.

  What the hell was I thinking about before I saw her touching herself? Think. Think. Yes. The maps. Who would’ve stored those here? A military person. Or a person that worked with military operations.

  That didn’t make much sense for it to be a coincidence. I didn’t believe in them anyway. Everything happened for a reason. Lotus was an important person to consider. She’d seen me fight for my first time, right as I began this descent into the underground crime world. That wasn’t a coincidence. She was meant to see me there. I was supposed to be there. I never questioned the universe, I just tried to understand the twisted beast to survive it.

  She’d also known Freddy for some reason. So well, that she came to his rescue and slaughtered all my men. She’d been a worthy opponent. No one else had beat my ass as many times as she did and remained alive.

  That was two instances with us in the same place.

  And now our survival from the sinking boat onto the deserted island was the third time we’d dealt with each other. There was some something special about number three. It was a magic number

  However, this third time felt different than all the other times. A chilling thought sliced through my skull.

  It’s an illusion. It’s a game.

  I kneeled by the fire and grabbed the iron poker, stabbing at the burning logs and paper I’d just lit.

  What made the boat sink? Why did she save me? Did she know about this island? Could she have remained lost with me for almost three fucking days without eating any real food and basically close to dying in my arms? Would she have done that all for a game?

  Would I have done that?

  “Yes,” I whispered to myself.

  She stepped out. She’d put small shorts on. Ones that fit her perfectly. The more I thought about it. She didn’t appear lost in the kitchen at all, had walked straight to the fridge, and opened it like she was home.

  “Why were you watching me?” She stood right next to me, pushing that jasmine fragrance all around me.

  She’s doing that intentionally.

  “Why did you slap yourself?” I asked.

  “I needed to focus.”

  “On what?”

  “On something else.”

  “Besides?”

  She blinked in embarrassment.

  “Besides, my dick?”

  Silence came.

&n
bsp; “I told you that’s your only weakness.” I smiled. “Your game play could use some help too. You slipped out of character today due to overexerting yourself these past few days.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  I grabbed the maps by my feet and slung them at her. “Your handwriting.”

  She caught them with no problem. “How would you know my handwriting?”

  “I didn’t until just now when you didn’t deny it was your handwriting.” I rose and dropped the poker. “You should probably slap yourself again. You’re losing focus.”

  She threw the maps on the table.

  “Your clothes gave it away too.” I closed the distance between us and pulled at her shorts. “You have a small frame but very nice curves. With that ass of yours, you’d need a waistline that would sink in but bottoms that would have some forgiving material.”

  I drank in the rest of her. “Shirt fits nicely too. Hugs everywhere it should. Simple and comfortable. Nothing flashy or even trying to allure. That looks like the type of clothes you would buy personally for yourself.”

  She stood in front of me without speaking. To the normal person, it would appear like she was just listening to me talk. To my trained eyes, she’d slowly gotten into a fighting stance, ready to attack, if necessary. She leaned on her toes, very subtle, but in a predatory cheetah-launch. She’d half-fisted her hands.

  I leaned down and pressed the tip of my nose to her. “You’re bad, but you’re not ready for me.”

  She didn’t move away, but her bottom lip quivered. Her fingers relaxed.

  “How far were you going to take this Romancing the Stone act?”

  She moved her head from mine and widened her eyes. “Romancing the Stone?”

  “You’re too young. It was a movie about a romance writer and a mercenary lost in a jungle and searching for a treasure map.”

  “We barely have a ten-year difference if that. And the movie sounds stupid.” She tried to walk off.

  I grabbed her arm. “How far were you going to take this?”

  “We were going to eat the rest of the supplies, decide to leave in a few days, and stumble onto my property three miles out.”

  “In the center of the island?”

  “Yes.” She yanked her arm away and faced me.

  “How long have you lived here?” he asked.

  “Forever. This island used to belong to my dad.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “You sank your own boat?”

  No remorse touched her face. “Yes.”

  “So, you didn’t save me?”

  “I didn’t let you die”

  Anger dotted my words. “All for a game?”

  “Yes.”

  I stalked toward her with a steady slowness that made her move away for every footstep forward. Lotus’s back slammed against the wall behind her.

  I reached her and splayed my palms flat against the wall on either side of her head, caging her body in. “What was your end game?”

  “Getting your trust and loyalty.”

  “For what?”

  “To help me.”

  “Do what?”

  “Help me kill bad and powerful people. Save the world.”

  I punched the space of the wall above her. Wood cracked and splintered. Dust fell. She hadn’t jumped or looked away. This woman was made of steel and had bigger balls than most men I knew.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” she whispered.

  I spat those words out. “Save the world?”

  “Yes.”

  “Explain.”

  “If you’re Hundun, then—”

  “Don’t say that name again.”

  She knows too fucking much.

  She sighed. “If that is one of your names, then that means you have major contacts. You know the people that should die and the ones that should live. You know the people behind the wars and how to stop that.”

  “The only way to stop the possibility of war is to erase the very concept of money and power.”

  “Or take the money and power from the evil ones who have it.”

  I thought back to the get-up she’d worn when she took all my men out at the resort. “You really do think you’re Catwoman. Don’t you?”

  “Help me.”

  Her fucking voice would be the first thing that I would take from her. I had to cut out those vocal cords because it sounded too good. With anyone else, they would’ve been gone. Why had I even kept her alive for this long? Sure she had the skills to beat me, but she’d slipped enough for me to destroy her. I’d kept her on the whole time like she’d hoped I would, building a survival sort of comradery between us.

  Even worse, I was madder that I’d discovered the game so soon then pissed that she’d put me in one. I hadn’t had more fun in several years. No one had ever run me around in a circle like her. It was almost refreshing to not come up with the game play.

  Exciting. She was fucking exciting. Fresh. New. Amazing. Skilled. Gorgeous. A survivor. A mastermind in her own right. A challenge.

  A beautiful, disastrous challenge.

  Don’t even think about it. Back up. Walk away. Don’t do it.

  But I did it.

  I bent over and directed my next words against her lips. “What will you give me if I help you take down the bad guys?”

  Her mouth trembled against mine. “Anything.”

  “Anything is never a good answer for me. I’d end up taking your soul.” I noted the wildly beating pulse at her neck and closed the distance another tight inch. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her stiff nipples pushed against the fabric. I wanted them in my mouth. “Tell me again. What will you give me?”

  Her breath came in ragged gasps, that jasmine scent swamped my senses. “Anything you want.”

  I grew hard. My cock pushed against my pants. “I want you.”

  She licked her lips. “Me?”

  “Every fucking cell.”

  She widened her eyes as my full length throbbed against her leg. “You mean sex?”

  “I mean every fucking thing. I want you. Your life. Your taste. Your heart. The dreams you imagine while you sleep. Your scent. Your body next to mine.”

  Pure shock registered on her face.

  “But most of all, I want your pussy, bare and open to me. And I just don’t want it once. I want it any fucking time I please, and do you know why?”

  Fear and desire filled her eyes. She looked like I’d threatened bodily harm while waving a knife at her.

  “Do you know why, Lotus?”

  Her voice came out in a screech. “Why?”

  “Because you took my obsession and then showed me that the obsession was nothing at all. Dawn was just an appetizer in life.”

  At the mention of Dawn, she slipped away from my cage. Envy slipped in her gaze and then she pushed it away.

  I caught her and wrenched her back to me. “You’ve outsmarted me, not once, not twice, but three times. And that was just a quick count. Your fighting skills make me hard. Your stamina is fucking insane. I dreamed about you and I was mad when I woke up from it.”

  “Y-you dreamed about me.”

  “You want my help. I want you. . .and your games.”

  She shook her head in disbelief.

  “You’re getting what you asked for,” I said. “What’s the problem?”

  This time she escaped fast from me and walked into the bedroom.

  “Where are you going?” I followed her.

  “I need time to think.”

  “You didn’t think I would say yes?”

  “I didn’t think you would want. . .”

  “You?”

  She twisted around. Her chest rose and fell like she’d been running. “Yes. I didn’t think you would want me. I had money wired to an account and I had some weapons.” She ran her shivering fingers through her long black hair. “I. . .I had some equipment and soldiers to entice you with. I had several good deals, but. . .”

  “I want you.” />
  For the first time from meeting her, she looked scared and more lost than ever before. Gone was her heroic efforts. No more launching in the air and slinging me around the room like a doll. No more mentally out-maneuvering.

  Seduction and attraction were realms that she had no defenses against.

  Either she’s going to devour me or I’m going to eat her up.

  Her stiff nipples continued to poke through her shirt.

  She bit her lip. “I’m a virgin.”

  “Shocker. You’ve probably stabbed more men than you’ve kissed.”

  She didn’t answer. I almost wanted a number of the people that touched those lips, but it would just enrage me and want to find each one and kill them.

  “How bad do you want to save the world, Catwoman?” I came to her and pulled that soft body into my arms.

  She didn’t move away. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her. How many times could she have killed me? Sure, she wanted my contacts and help, but it would’ve just saved her a year of research. She was bad enough to find and tear down anybody all by herself.

  She’s been lonely. Just like me. Just like all of us in our world.

  “I’ve never. . .” she didn’t finish the last words.

  “Never had sex? I know.”

  “No. Never had any sort of a relationship with a man besides combat or. . .jobs. I’m not sure I get what you really want.”

  “Then let me show you.”

  Chapter 44

  Lotus

  “I’m going to do more than help you,” he said. “I’m going to bring you on as my personal bodyguard. You’ll see everything that I see and from there—deep in the gut of the evil of humanity—you’ll figure out your own way to save the world.”

  A smile spread across his face as if my goal were the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “You might end up turning me into a decent person.”

  “How can I trust you?” I asked.

  “You don’t want me so bad because you trust me. You want me because I’m dangerous and worthy.”

  I closed my eyes.

  “No.” He landed one kiss on my lips. “Open them. They light the darkness around me.”