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  Wicked

  DIRTY GAMES

  Dirty Billionaire Series #1

  BY GEMMA BERLANTI

  Wicked Dirty Games

  Copyright © 2019 by Gemma Berlanti.

  All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: February 2019

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Limitless Publishing

  ISBN-13: 978-1-64034-537-9

  ISBN-10: 1-64034-537-X

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  To my mother for always encouraging me, and to those friends who never stop swooning over romance novels.

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Lila Montgomery nervously bit down on her lower lip as the man guided her down the golden lit hallway toward the dark double doors. The Fantasy Hub was an underground club run by a new establishment that had recently opened. Her best friend Aiden had told her this was the fourth one in Manhattan. The club above was for those echelon of high society looking for a classy evening of dancing and drinking. According to Aiden, if you yearned for some dark fantasies, you only had to request it. All the flavors and kinks were there. And below ground was where all the exciting things happened. It sounded more like a mafia organization or a black market place for illicit activities.

  She had tried searching for it online but there had been little to no results, and that new knowledge made her anxious about what this place really offered. She cleared her mind of all negativities: being open-minded was what had brought her here in the first place. She had never gone to a sex club before, and she was intrigued.

  She recalled her conversation with Aiden the previous week…

  “Here,” Aiden said, passing Lila a black card.

  They were having late brunch at her house. Lila picked up the card and looked at him quizzically.

  “What’s this?”

  “It’s a pass for where you’re going next,” he said, his face impassive. “A friend of mine hooked me up. Consider this as my input in your research.”

  “Tell me about it,” Lila urged.

  “It’s a sex club. It can’t be described. I’ll just have to take you there. It’s more of an experience, and that makes the difference.”

  “All right, when do we go?”

  “Next Friday at seven. Wear something devious. You’ll thank me later.”

  Lila laughed. “Devious? Like what? A dominatrix?”

  “No, just dress like you’re about to give the best sex of your life, but classy too.”

  “So, basically, I should look like a classy whore?”

  “Yes.” Aiden grinned, looking satisfied with himself. “I’m glad you understand.”

  Lila looked at the security pass again, anticipating what the upcoming night had to offer. She couldn’t wait…

  Tonight wasn’t about her seeking pleasure from some stranger’s hands and tongue or living out her fetish. It was strictly business, but she still planned on enjoying herself because it would be her first and last time here.

  Her companion’s eyes dropped to her face as if gauging her reaction. She kept her features impassive. The doors opened, and they stepped into a lounge. The first thing she noticed was the dark décor of leather and oak wood furniture. There were people socializing, standing and walking around carrying flutes of what Lila assumed was expensive champagne. As she took in their attire of choice, she was glad she decided on the dress she was wearing, the fabric, authentic leather, which she found ironic because she was going to a sex club and leather was synonymous with dominance, submission, and bondage.

  The gladiator heels were deadly and suggestive. Her sister India referred to them as fuck me heels.

  “I’ll get you a drink,” the man whispered at her ear.

  Lila followed his retreating back as he greeted a few people as he made his way to the lounge bar. Suddenly, it hit her. Was her best friend Aiden a regular here? Did that mean he used the club then? Did her best friend have dark fantasies and taboo erotic tastes?

  “Lila, you’re here,” a soft masculine voice said from behind.

  She spun to see a tall, well-built man in a black suit. Lila leaned closer to make out his sharp features, caramel skin, and bald head. Terrence Logan flashed her a kind, white smile.

  “Hello again, Mr. Logan.”

  She had spoken to him last week at their first meeting as Aiden had filled him in on why she wanted to use his club. Her research, How the Human Behavioral Structure Contributes to the Sexual Preferences of an Individual, was quite a mouthful—she might as well write a book—but Terrence, a former Columbia Alumni, had gladly agreed to help a “sista out.” He himself had studied psychology and was intrigued by her research. Lila was ecstatic because this was her first source and she had promised him she wouldn’t state her references, to which Terrence had laughed.

  Lila had liked Terrence instantly. He was a cool, confident, open-minded man, and she needed someone like him if her research was going to be successful.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she murmured.

  “Go ahead.”

  She smiled at his smooth approach. A woman approached them with flutes that reminded her of centuries past.

  “Is Mr. Garcia a member?” Lila whispered.

  Terrence laughed huskily. “I am not one to disclose that bit of information. Would you like to go upstairs?”

  “I would like that,” she confirmed.

  “Come.”

  She had declined his offer last week for a tour, wanting the element of surprise.

  His hand settled against the bare skin of her back as he walked her toward a hall that led up a dark, carpeted stairwell. The beautiful brocade-like carpet brought images of women in fluffy dresses weaving in candlelight. This further piqued her interest.

  “My partner and I saw the need for such a venture and decided to appease the cravings of those who wanted it,” Terrence explained. “It is also true that there are people out there who look down on such establishments. Kinky is still seen as taboo, thus forcing people with unusual sexual tastes and fetishes in a corner where it can’t be spoken about. Therefore, this establishment helps said people explore their deepest desires. How about you,
Miss Montgomery? Do you like to play?”

  That was definitely not a question she was asked every day.

  “I’ve thought about it before, but I’ve never really saw myself indulging.”

  Terrence smiled knowingly and nodded.

  They were now on the second floor outside another door. Terrence held her gaze as he turned the knob.

  The air wasn’t contaminated with the musky scent of sex; instead, there was a subtle aroma of natural exotic flowers. Again the room was designed and decorated with furniture and weird apparatuses.

  “This is the open area where everything is on full display, if you like being watched,” Terrence explained.

  A shiver danced along Lila’s spine at the telltale sounds of moaning, sucking, and slurping. There were all types of couples engaging in acts. A moaning woman suddenly threw her head over the edge of a sofa as a man inserted his cock into her. Another couple was engaging in a threesome with one woman riding the man’s cock and the other being fucked by his tongue as she straddled his face.

  Lila felt the liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

  “Sexual voyeurism,” she murmured to herself.

  He led her further into the room, his hand at the small of her back. A man lowered his body until his head was between a woman’s thighs, his tongue flicking out to part her folds. The way her body arched off the sofa was simply beautiful.

  “Your research would be more worthwhile if you got the experience firsthand.”

  Her eyes flew to his, widened at his blatant suggestion.

  “I couldn’t—I don’t know.”

  “You’re afraid,” he said after a while. “Most of the fear is just in your head because you expect the worst. Most people think kink is all about bondage and punishing sex to oppress a woman. The fact is not only women are submissive; men submit too. Thus the need for the role of the dominatrix.”

  She nodded, understanding. She knew all of that; she just needed to find a way to link it to her research. Not that she would ever contemplate writing in her paper that she went to a sex club as a participant. The school would be outraged.

  “That is why I have arranged for you to go to the room where you’ll meet your partner. Of course I will not ruin the surprise, and I’ll see to your comfort. Jeena,” he called.

  A beautiful mahogany-skinned woman approached. She wore skin-tight black pants with a sheer black blouse, the bow tied around her throat reminding Lila of the eighteenth century. Her hair was curly and styled in cornrows at the side.

  “Jeena, this is Lila,” Terrence said. “You’ll be tending to her needs tonight. You’re in good hands, Lila.”

  He smiled before bidding them farewell. As Jeena escorted her up another flight of stairs, Lila finally took a sip out of the flute. She expected wine, but as the liquid burst on her taste buds, she knew instantly that it wasn’t alcohol. It smelled funny, almost nauseating if she inhaled deeply.

  She exhaled and took another tentative sip.

  “Jeena, what is this? It’s almost disgusting.”

  Jeena laughed as they walked through another door.

  “Just something to awaken your sexual courage,” the woman said. “An African aphrodisiac. This one is watered down, though. Can’t have you sprinting butt naked out of here wanting to take every man within a yard.” Jeena chuckled at her joke.

  Lila recognized her accent to be French with a hint of Creole.

  “We’ll be using the private lounges,” Jeena said.

  Lila followed meekly down the hall, and as they passed each room, the muffled sounds of sex could be heard. Jeena held the door to the room open, and Lila timidly entered.

  The room was bathed in a golden glow, and the first thing Lila smelled was an almost exotic blend of aromas similar to the one on the first room. There was also the faint scent of furniture polish, but it was pleasant to the senses.

  Her eyes stayed focused on the black apparatus shaped like an X that was suspended from the ceiling. She knew why this was there, as she told Terrence exactly what she was looking for. Iron grids suspended from the ceiling made her shudder as she thought about all the ways they were used. It also sparked a perverted kind of excitement through her.

  On the wall to her left, she saw ropes of all sizes and colors. Leather floggers hung on the walls, and her eyes landed on a particular one that she imagined would cause some serious bruises. The riding crops looked like something she would consider. Other than the black X, a four-poster bed stood in the center. Attached to each post were shackles.

  A vivid image of her naked and shackled at the mercy of some stranger did wicked things to her pulse. She jumped slightly when Jeena touched her shoulder.

  “I’ll be undressing you, Lila,” she said softly. “It’s also important that you know that this lifestyle is not all about being kinky, gagged, or tied up,” Jeena explained. “It’s also about trusting your partner by submitting yourself to him or her. You’ll be in his care mentally and physically with no inhibitions. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good, now this man will see to your pleasure tonight. He’s a master in the art, he has his own sets of rules, and in here, he’s the one in charge of your pleasure. You will speak to him with respect and follow his rules.”

  Jeena pulled down the zipper at the side of her dress, and Lila’s first instinct was to cover herself as the dress pooled around her ankles. But Jeena was so gentle and there was this deep dark part of her that enjoyed being bare in front of a woman. She only remained in her silk underwear.

  She then removed her high heels and took away the clothes.

  Jeena handed her the flute. “Finish it.”

  Lila finished it in three gulps, and Jeena took the empty glass.

  “Your companion for the night likes when his women are docile, thus cuffed and on their knees, your head facing the floor. You will respond to him as yes sir, no sir. You will not look at him until he tells you to do so. You will comply with these rules.”

  Lila’s eyes followed Jeena as her scary high heel ankle boots clicked on the wooden floor. She opened a drawer and withdrew a silver cuff.

  “Hold out your wrists,” Jeena instructed.

  Lila held them out instantly, earning a smile from Jeena.

  “I think we might have a submissive in the making.” Jenna chuckled.

  Lila shook her head mentally. She wasn’t by any means a submissive, couldn’t see herself cowering at the whim of a man or woman even. It just wasn’t happening. What she was experiencing was simply nerves. It wasn’t everyday she would be aroused by some strange man.

  The cuff clicked, and the cold metal sent a wash of goose bumps to flood her skin.

  “Kneel,” Jenna said finally.

  Lila followed Jeena’s instructions and got down on her knees, resting her ass against her heels, her face down.

  “I’ll be taking my leave.” Lila could hear her heading to the door.

  ***

  “Good evening, Mr. Knight,” Jeena greeted as she took his coat. “Your guest awaits you.”

  “Thank you, Jeena,” he said.

  She picked up his mask and proceeded to place it over his face, tying the ribbon at the back of his head. The tips of his fingers brushed her skin, more electric than ever now that she was hyper-sensitized.

  “How is she?”

  “Beautiful.” Jeena smiled. “Just how you like them.”

  “As much as you?” he asked.

  Jeena chuckled. “You surprise me every time, Knight,” she murmured.

  Once she finished her chore, he turned in her arms and grasped her chin gently.

  “Thank you,” he murmured.

  She led him to the door, and he gave her one last look before he closed the door behind her.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Lila’s heartbeat accelerated when the door to the room opened. She heard the soft footsteps of the man as he entered the room. The door closed with a soft click. There was
nothing for a long time, and she knew he was looking at her, inspecting his victim. She shook that voice away. There were several movements, and she flinched when she heard something like a chain being tugged.

  She felt his presence behind her until he circled her and stood directly in front of her. She gasped when his cool fingers grasped her chin and tilted her head back so she could see him. The man wore a black mask, concealing half his face, and she guessed that was to protect his identity because he worked at the club. That was one of the rules Terrence had told her about.

  “Raise your head,” he rasped.

  His thumb caressed her chin, and she felt an odd current sizzling its way to her core. She released a shaky breath as his nail sank into her lower lip before skimming across the softness. She couldn’t understand why the touch of a stranger was wreaking havoc in her body. She told herself it was just a universal effect. Finally, his hand fell away, and she felt something close to lost.

  Her eyes inspected every contour of his face. He had a strong jaw and full lips that looked wickedly gifted and a mane of dark, inky hair that gleamed lustrous in the golden light. The wide expanse of his shoulders and bulging biceps suggested he worked out. Her eyes moved to his chest, where there was a tattoo of a weirdly shaped symbol. As he stepped closer, she could see it clearly. It was an owl. She had never seen anything like it. The creature seemed to have a life of its own as it gazed at her through fierce, beady black eyes. Could owls narrow their gazes? She didn’t think so. But it was almost as though the nocturnal creature possessed human attributes that made Lila suspect it wasn’t just an owl.

  Lila licked her parched lips.

  “Stand up,” he said.

  The sound of his voice was deep and raspy, and it sent a delicious shiver along her vertebrae. She blushed as she stood because it was a terrifying yet hedonistic feeling standing naked before this stranger. Not even a mask could hide the true color of his emerald green eyes as they bored into hers. They swirled with golden embers that gleamed in the bed of burning green flames. She couldn’t distinguish his expression as he looked at her, but Lila could tell she was an open book under his intense scrutiny.