Game Over
Chapter 5: Game Over
Scarlett's POV
I didn't know what came over him, but he hasn't shown himself in front of me since we made a bet. It was like he vanished, and not like I wanted to see his face, but how would I kill him if he wasn't making himself visible? I thought.
I walked through the corridor with the maid, and I was in awe since that was the first time I stepped out of the room I was locked in, and he had a magnificent villa, I must say, better than ours. I strolled the mansion, but I heard strange noises in the house garden, and I decided to look since people were gathered, only to find Logan with some battered men on the ground begging for their lives.
“Please, don't kill us, Boss! We won't do that again!” I watched the battered men beg, and I saw his face soften as he walked over to them, picking them up from their knees.
Maybe he wasn't bad after all, I mulled in my head as I turned around to leave, but the sounds of guns fired one after another halted my steps.
“Did he—” I turned rigidly only to find the men, whom I thought would be spared, lying lifelessly on the floor with blood oozing out of their heads.
“You just killed those innocent people!” I screamed, but he just smirked as he cleaned his gun before handing it to one of his men.
“What are you doing out here? You are going to catch a cold,” he said as he got closer, but I took a step back. “What are you doing? For someone that threatened to kill me, don't tell me you are scared of scenes like this,” he teased, and I looked at the people around, and they weren't bothered by the scene.
Could it be how they do it here?
“Nonsense! I don't care what you do with people, since you will always be a monster to me!” I rumbled as I walked off, but the gore scene made me sick, so I rushed to the restroom to empty my stomach.
“He killed those men like they were flies; that can be my fate too, so I need to race against time. Fuck the stupid game; I'm killing him today.” I said with a resolute look that I would have to use my ultimate move to knock him out.
My seduction game—and I could already bet that it would work.
Later in the evening, after I was sure of my choice, I decided to be a good girl when he visited. Immediately I heard his footsteps, I started pretending that I was having problems taking off my blouse, and my body tensed as he got closer.
“Having trouble with that? Let me help you,” he said as he got closer to me, and I put up a front to decline, but I let him after he persuaded me, but he didn't know that was my plan.
“Your zip is—” he trailed off as he unzipped the blouse, and before I could turn away from him, he had slipped the blouse off me. “What are you doing? I didn't send you that—” I stuttered as he hugged my half-naked body against his.
I was just left in my bra, but I felt completely naked in front of him, and I feared that might be a frequent occurrence.
“What are you doing?” I asked, and I felt my breathing erratic as he trailed his hands on my bare back, and I bit my lips so hard that I feared they would bleed so as not to embarrass myself with the moans that were threatening to escape my mouth.
Before I could understand what was going on, my bra was off, and he kneaded my breasts against his hand, and I gasped.
“This is perfect.” He rambled as he fondled my breast from behind while he placed feathered kisses on my earlobe.
“Are you crazy?” I stuttered as he circled his hand on my breast, and I sucked in air hurriedly as I felt my nipples harden against his finger.
Shameless!
“You have such a—” he said, but I cut him off by slapping his finger away. “Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing?” I blurted, but he caught me off guard as he turned me around, making me stare directly into his grey eyes.
“Soft breast,” he completed his words as he slammed my body against him, rubbing my bare, perky breasts on him while he fondled my butt through the clothes, and I lost my senses as I enjoyed the sensation his touches aroused.
“You can bring out the knife already; I think that's enough show,” he said, and I jolted back to my senses as I reached for the fork tucked in my waist, but I was shocked when I heard that, so I decided to pretend.
“What nonsense, I didn't do anything…” I lied. “Really? Then did you just want to fuck me that bad that you thought of seducing me?” He mocked, and my nose flared in anger.
“That's never going to—” I was saying, but my words got cut off as he placed feathered kisses on my bare chest.
“I will make you crave me so that you will have no other choice than to beg me to fuck you, so stop putting up a fight, Ms. Kendrick; you might get too embarrassed later,” he mocked, and I felt ashamed feeling his hands running through my bare back.
“To hell with you, that will never happen!” I flared. “Never say never!” He blurted in his deep baritone voice, which made me weak in my knees, and I felt my pussy getting wet by his actions.
How could this monster think of me in that way?
“I will kill you myself, Logan Russo! If even that takes a lifetime.” I rumbled, remembering how ruthless the man was; he deserved no mercy.
“Hmm—that I am not sure of. Even if I'm going to die, it won't be by your knife, little fly.” He said it, but I scoffed.
“No, you are wrong, Logan Russo; you don't know how passionately the fire of my revenge is burning.” I blurted as I picked up the fork I had tucked in my skirt earlier while eating, and I swiftly stabbed the fork in his chest.
I caught him by surprise, and I watched as his eyes paled as my fork stabbed through his chest—I felt delighted seeing how my plan worked perfectly, and the man walked into it.
“Game over, Logan Russo. Adiós.” I mumbled as I deepened my stab in his chest.