Page 30 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Desmond Sinclair-Regrets

I’m a piece of shit and a fucking fraud.

The lies that spewed from my mouth so easily disgust me to no end.

I didn’t go to the meet because I missed him.

I didn’t give a shit for not returning his phone call.

I don’t have an attachment to him. At least not emotionally, it's purely a physical attraction. How long am I going to keep lying to myself? If I repeatedly say I have no feelings for him, then maybe it will come true. I can’t have the attachments.

How can I when I want Ivanna. There’s no way I could keep them both.

Ugh, maybe I’m the one who needs to get my head out of my ass.

Tonight, I was in the music room trying to get rid of my dark thoughts.

I’ve been worried about finding Silas. Just when I thought I got a location on him, the tracker sent me across the world, bouncing around like it’s playing ping-pong.

Then Sal texted me, sending threats, along with Ivanna dipping on me this morning.

I needed peace, so I went to the music room and played for hours, just drowning myself in the music my fingers create while hitting the keys.

That was the plan: to play until my fingers ached while calming down my racing mind.

It wasn’t until my phone pinged with a message from a website I hadn’t been on in a month.

The skull with the red X. Usually, if playing the piano didn’t work, I’d log into this site and pay to play.

Getting paid by older men who would order me to punish myself in the most depraved ways.

I get off on the pain, but it also puts me in control, even if they are telling me what to do.

I can log off anytime; no one can touch or handle me without my consent.

Sal mentally brainwashed me into thinking this type of behavior was normal—letting older men rape and beat you for disobeying, or better yet, for loving anyone else but them.

I know it’s sick, but for years I had no control over anything.

I just took it. Suffered through the pain.

I even watched him and his friends rape my sister.

But nothing prepared me for the day he killed Laura.

Shaking my head, I riddle the dark thoughts clouding my mind as we walk to my dorm room.

As excited as I am for this—I’m equally pissed off that I’m going to share Ivanna with Pierce, but also I don’t have a choice.

This was all a setup. It’s a part of the fucking game I agreed to play.

Did I know before I agreed to play that this was going to involve two people I cared about?

No, I didn't, but I feel like the shittiest person alive because of what I still have to do. All the text said was to bring the two people I care about most back to my dorm and wait for further instructions, so here we are now on the way there. I just pray whatever happens next won’t ruin what I am building with her and that it doesn’t hurt Pierce’s career.

I couldn’t tell him I knew it wasn’t Silas.

I can’t involve him in this mess. I just hope he can trust my word on it.

Entering my room, I flip on the light and walk into my bathroom, grabbing a towel for her and turning on the shower.

“I don’t have any of those girly smelling soaps,” I say, and she laughs.

“It’s fine. No worries, Des. I’ll be quick,” she tells me, and I step out of the way and into my room as she closes the door behind me.

“You sure you’re good with this? You don’t seem as excited as you were when I had your dick down my throat,” he says with a smirk.

“I’m more than good. I just hope she can handle us both. How far are we going to take this?” I ask, and he smiles.

“Oh, she’s a little masochist. I say full send.

” I really hate that he knows this about her and I didn’t.

Looking away from him, I open my closet and grab her a t-shirt.

Opening the drawer, I grab some rope, a few knives, and some other toys.

Walking out, I place everything down on my desk as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Taking it out, I read the message.

Unknown:

Funny you would choose those two as the ones you care about most. Since you’re used to being the man behind the camera, your next task is simple.

Now, record them while you control his every move.

Make her bleed. Deny him from finishing, and for the grand finale…

They both need to be tied to the bed, then they get 5 lashings each.

Split the skin and make them beg you to stop!

If you don’t complete the task, you will not like the outcome!

Me:

Understood.

The bathroom door swings open as steam bellows out. She steps into the room with a towel wrapped around her body as water drips down her face from her soaked hair. A tinge of red trickles down her arm and I raise a brow.

“Why is there blood in your hair?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

“Don’t ask me questions tonight, and do you have a plastic bag for these clothes?”

“Give them to me; I’ll take them to the laundry, and they’ll be finished by the time we’re done,” I tell her.

“No thanks. I’ll take care of it later,” she says.

“Come on, Ivanna. I don’t mind,” I say, but she huffs in annoyance.

“I don’t want them to go to the laundry, Des. I need to fucking burn them,” she says, and my brows hit my forehead. That was not what I expected to come out of her mouth. Before I can question her, Pierce sits up with concern written all over his face.

“Vee, why do you need to burn your clothes?” he asks softly.

“Listen, if you both are going to question me all night, I’m out of here. I’ll find someone else to get me off,” she says, and I growl.

“Like fucking hell you will,” I spit, stepping into her space and ripping the towel from her sexy body, but she doesn’t shy away from me like I thought she would.

I look down at her perfect tits, licking my lips as I lift my hand, gliding my fingertips up her ribs and around the curve of her breasts.

Her breathing hitches as I bend slightly.

My lips are a feather away from hers as I pinch her nipple, causing her tits to bounce.

“Get on the bed, Ivanna,” I command, then turn to Pierce, who's watching the whole interaction.

“You!” I point. “Take off your clothes and get between her legs,” I order, and he nods, standing from the bed and removing his hoodie, then shoes and pants along with his boxers.

Ivanna walks over to the bed, and I slap her ass as she passes, then climbs on the mattress, crawling to the pillows seductively, looking over her shoulder as she does it.

My cock stirs in my jeans as I pop the button and undo the zipper before pushing them down my legs, removing them along with my boots and sitting down in my desk chair.

While they are distracted, I grab my phone, position it to face the bed, and press record.

Pierce climbs in front of her, flipping her onto her back and positioning himself between her legs.

She giggles, but her eyes collide with mine, and I smirk.

“Pretty Boy, eat her cunt!” I command as he slides down the bed, fusing his mouth to her clit.

She moans, arching her back, causing her perfect tits to bounce.

Grabbing my knife, I get up from my seat and slowly walk over to them.

Taking the blade, I glide the dull side over Pierce’s ass and up his spine.

Watching goosebumps litter his skin, I flip the handle and do it again, digging the sharp end into his flesh.

Watching the line of crimson dot his spine has my dick hardening.

He groans as her legs tremble. I run my hand through the back of his hair, shoving his face into her core.

Her body convulses, but I lift his head and turn it towards me.

She whimpers, and I smirk. Bending down, I lick the wetness dripping down his chin.

“Mmm, she tastes delectable,” I growl, releasing his face.

“She does, now can I get back to it?” he asks, and I nod.

“Add three fingers. Stretch her out. She needs to take us both,” I say, and her eyes widen. “You think you can handle it, Spitfire?” I ask, gliding the knife over her mound and up her stomach, leaving a thin line against her ivory skin.

“Only one way to find out,” she smirks.

“Thatta girl,” I praise as I continue to make my way up her body, leaving little cuts along the way. “I should’ve known that you’d be into knife play,” I say, spinning the tip of the blade on top of her nipple. She moans as Pierce laps her up.

“Yes, I love the pain, but I also love being the one to give it,” she admits, which proves Pierce's earlier statement.

“Mmm, I like that, Spitfire. But my mind wonders how much pain you can truly take,” I whisper, bending down to suck the blood pooling on her hardened peak.

Her back arches as I swirl my tongue around her nipple, doing the same with my knife to the other.

Watching the blood pool, I smear it down her tits, loving the color red against her skin.

Her hand lifts and cups my hard cock, pumping my length as she moans from Pierce eating her wet cunt.

She tugs my boxers down, and I step out of them, getting on the bed and holding her hair while positioning her head where I need it.

“Open that dirty mouth and suck my cock, you fucking slut!” I growl as she opens and takes me down her throat. I tighten my grip, pulling her blonde hair roughly as I pump my hips, fucking her mouth with no remorse. Looking down at her, her eyes water the harder I thrust, causing her to gag.

“He loves when you gag,” Pierce tells her, then winks at me before sucking her little clit into his mouth.