Page 169 of Fractured Games


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No, not walls but sliding black windows.

My blood runs cold as my wide eyes take in what lies on the other side. Gasping, I stagger back a step. “Oh my god.”

A naked girl is bent over and tied on a padded bench, while two suited men fuck her simultaneously. One thrusts his cock inside her mouth, while the other takes her hard from behind.

A tremor shakes my body when their sounds filter into the room.

Heat travels to my cheeks as I’m unable to stop staring at the erotic live show. My head whips to my right when another window is unveiled.

A group orgy is taking place inside.

Unlike the first one, everyone is naked in this. Do they know they’re being watched?

I sense Nathan come up behind me. His warm breath grazes my ear as he taunts, “Still think he’s a nice man? I wonder which room he was going to take you in. Spoiler: He wouldn’t have made it out alive.”

My throat goes dry and I lick my lips nervously. Begging my body not to react to the sexual activities around me, I ask timidly, “What about me?”

It’s concerning that I’m unbothered by his willingness to commit murder.

“To you, little minx,” he huskily murmurs, raising the tiny remote in my peripheral vision and hitting a button. I turn my head to the left just as he says, “I would’ve done this.”

A naked and blindfolded woman is locked in a wooden cage with the front and back open for the man to explore her body. Her posture is of submission, while her pale skin is a map of hickeys and fingerprints.

Her moan jolts me when the man kneeling between her spread thighs licks and fucks her pussy with a large dildo.

She can do nothing but accept the slow but deep thrusts.

I recognize the sweet freedom lies in which she lets go and trusts him. It’s a mirror image of what I had with Nathan. Lust settles on my flesh as I yearn to be on the other side of the glass, audience or not.

“I won’t use a toy,” Nathan drawls, sensing my weakness like the devil he is. “I’d fuck you with my cock in every hole you have to remind you that I own you. I’ll keep you up all night long, wringing every ounce of pleasure from your sexy body until you scream my name like a prayer.”

My eyelids flutter shut at the wicked picture he paints. Before I do something like beg him to do it, I shake off the spell and twirl around. Avoiding his intense gaze, I say indifferently, “You’ve made your point. Can I leave now?”

“No.” He clicks on the remote, closing all the windows. The pin-drop silence that follows makes me feel like I’m trapped with a cunning hunter.

“You want time?”

Why does it sound like a trick question? “Yes, I do.”

“Fine.” He strolls over to me and smiles deviantly. “You have till we reach my apartment.”

My jaw goes slack.

Bending down, he wraps one arm around my legs and throws me over his shoulder. Exiting the room, he carries me down a dark hallway in the opposite direction from the entrance of the club.

“Nathan!” I yell, acutely aware of the short length of my dress. “This is unfair.”

“I’m giving you what you wanted.”

“An hour?”

“Probably less since I plan to drive as fast as possible without breaking signals because of my promise to you.”

Gah! Why does it melt my heart? “I also asked for space.”

“That I’m afraid I can’t give you,” he says unapologetically. Stepping inside an elevator marked private and pressing for the parking, he lowers me to my feet as soon as the doors lock and we’re moving.

Backing into a corner, I complain, “You have n-”