Page 182 of Indulge
I take the one on the left. Reggie settles on the right. Bella leans against her throne, the picture of calm.
“Are you nervous?” she asks.
“A little,” I tell her.
She saunters toward me. That white lace lingerie is pure sin. Pink heels, matching lipstick—every detail designed to ruin me.
She rests a hand on my shoulder, and my dick jerks to life.
“Don’t be scared, Rowan. Decadence games are fun, right?”
I tilt my head back to meet her gaze. Yeah, she’s pissed.
“No. They aren’t. Not really.”
She laughs softly. “I mean, they’re kinda genius. Pretending to be monsters to hunt the real evil.”
Relief washes through me. She understands. Fuck knows how, though. We had someone looking over us to give her the truth before she murdered us.
“What I don’t like,” she says, dragging a finger along my jaw before backing away toward Reggie, “is that neither of you warned me about them. Nor did I see any announcement about you cancelling the games after being with me.”
“It’s a duty,” Reggie answers. “We never touch the women. We never hurt them. We would’ve changed it all.”
She taps her chin. “Aw. All for me?”
He nods. She’s got him rattled. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Everything for you.”
Smooth. I’ll give him that. Right now, he’s not my brother—he’s my competition.
“Well,” she says, “it doesn’t matter. Because we’re inmygames, and yours will never be happening again. Would you like to hear the rules for the first one?”
“Yes,” we both reply.
Done. All the Quinns have stopped hosting their own games, me and Reggie will have to do the same.
“Good.” She claps her hands and drops gracefully into the throne. “The winner will be the one who makes me scream the loudest. Or come the hardest. I’ll be blindfolded, so it’s fair. You can only use your tongue and fingers. If you speak, you lose.”
“And how do we measure your orgasm strength fairly?” Reggie asks.
She grins. “Well, you’ll hear it.”
He nods. “Fair enough.”
“Once I put on the blindfold, it’s up to you to decide—silently—who goes first. Oh, and that table over there?” She points to the corner. “That’s full of my favorite assistants, if you want to get creative.”
I glance over, and there is a good selection to pick from. I guess she and Lily really have been busy preparing this instead of shopping.
She lifts the pink blindfold, her voice turning sweet as poison.
“I was going to restrain myself, but if you’d rather throw me around… bend me like a pretzel… go ahead.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Bella,” I breathe. “You’re going to kill us.”
She pouts. “Oh yeah, don’t come in your pants either. Against the rules. Only I get to come during these games, unless otherwise stated by me.”
