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Toren Hollingsworth is your quintessential playboy: young, sexy, rich, and adored by women everywhere. He has what he thinks is a perfect life—that is, until he meets Scarlet Smith, aka the infamous NYC artist Scars. She plays the game better than anyone he’s ever encountered, and for the first time he’s at a loss. In this game of cat and mouse, which of them is the predator and which is the prey?

Age Rating: 18+

 

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Summary

Toren Hollingsworth is your quintessential playboy: young, sexy, rich, and adored by women everywhere. He has what he thinks is a perfect life—that is, until he meets Scarlet Smith, aka the infamous NYC artist Scars. She plays the game better than anyone he’s ever encountered, and for the first time he’s at a loss. In this game of cat and mouse, which of them is the predator and which is the prey?

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Jescie Hall

SCARLETT

He has no idea what he's in for.

Sliding the key card through the slot, we eagerly push through the door.

He immediately backs me into the wall, tongue finding mine again, pressing his erection into my thigh, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“This room should work, yeah?” he asks while quickly unbuttoning my top.

“Yeah, it’s like, really nice…” I reply breathlessly, looking around while he begins leaving opened mouth kisses along the length of my neck.

Definitely better than any hotel I’ve ever stayed at. Money bags over here probably lives in places like this.

This must be how it always goes for him. Go to the bar with his boys, find a chick, rent a room, fuck. They fall in love with him, he brushes them off. Typical rich boy player.

“I’ve been watching you from across the room all night, couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he says into my neck, trailing kisses down my chest.

“Yeah, yeah…” I say, rolling my eyes, not trying to hear his bullshit.

“What’s that?” he asks, his warm breath against my neck.

“Oh, I said yeah, yeah…me too,” I reply, making a face. I’m not here for the lines, just the sex with the hot guy from the bar.

“God, you’re seriously not like anyone I’ve been with before.” He continues by reaching down and sliding his hands up and under my mini skirt.

“Shut the fuck up already.” I mumble silently, already annoyed.

“Huh?” he asks, looking up with a sexy grin plastered on his face.

“I said, I’m just dying to fuck you already,” I reply with a fake smile, trying to sound like a bimbo, everything a player like him dreams of, I’m sure.

“No, there’s something different about you. I can’t describe it,” he says while placing his lips on my lower abdomen, lifting my shirt slightly.

Dude, enough talking…more doing.

But he was right, there was something different here. I typically hate cocky, arrogant guys more than anything. I needed them like I needed a hole in my head.

It’s practically my dream to crush them, but dammit if I wasn’t attracted to him.

His sandy blonde hair paired with those sexy, crystal blue eyes, and a bit of a five o’clock shadow that fit his face to perfection made him a bit of a masterpiece.

His height, and how he dressed in a crisp, white button down shirt, a suit tailored to his perfect form, with just enough muscle to make you feel like he could protect you, was the icing on the playboy cake.

Ugh, protect me!? Who am I right now!? I don’t need a man to protect me, I only need them for one thing, at best. Back to the action.

He dips down, lifting one of my legs over his shoulders, finding his way to my already excited center. It’s like his presence turns on a faucet for me and I sort of hate that I can’t hide it.

“Jesus, baby, you’re dripping wet,” he says before pulling my thong to the side and licking slowly up my clit reaching all the nerve endings possible.

Oh dear God, he’s done this before…

I grasp the wall behind me, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I nearly fall apart by his tongue. I can’t wait any more, I need it.

I pull his hair on the back of his head back, forcing him to look up at me, his lips wet from my excitement.

“The bed…let’s go,” I breathe out.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies with a wicked grin, effortlessly picking me up.

My legs instinctively wrap around his hard core. He begins savagely attacking my neck, below my ear, applying just the right amount of pressure to prove to me what that tongue can do.

Damn, the pretty boys aren’t normally this skilled, then again, I guess he does seem a little rough around the edges.

He lays us on the bed, scooting me up, and proceeds to remove the rest of his clothing piece by piece. His massive dick just bobbling in the air has me wide eyed and ready.

His arms and chest alone had me ready to procreate, but this elephant trunk hanging in front of me? Yeah…I can work with this. It’s no wonder he can get any girl he wants. The prick.

He slides back over on top of me, pulling my skirt and underwear down, then my stockings, throwing them on the floor. He removes the rest of my already undone shirt as I undo my black lace bra.

His eyes instantly widen at my chest.

Yeah, yeah…I hide them well.

“Jesus…” He stares in awe, cupping them immediately.

“You have a condom?” I ask.

I'm eager as hell, ready to get what I need from him.

“Of course,” he smiles, licking his lips in the sexiest way.

Ugh, I hate the way I loved that.

He hops off the bed, grabbing one from his wallet, then sits back against the headboard of the bed next to me, rolling it on.

Climbing on top of his lap, he spits in his hand, rubbing it over himself as I grab the headboard for support. I straddle his muscular thighs, angling myself right above his massive erection.

Rubbing the tip of him against my folds we both suck in a breath. I slowly ease myself down on his thick member, letting him stretch me to borderline pain before relaxing again.

“Mmm…” I moan out, stopping just before the base of his thick rooted cock.

He hisses out while throwing his head back against the headboard. I slowly rise up, then ease back down, taking all of him in.

His breath is quickened, mouth opened and eyes looking almost pained from pleasure. He cups my breasts in front of him, gently bringing one to his lips. He licks in circular motions driving me wild.

This guy is all about pleasing and I am here for it.

We start to pick up speed, finding our way back to each other’s lips again, intensifying our kiss as I continue bouncing on him, my ass slapping against his thighs.

“Fuck…come here,” he says breathlessly, stopping me for a moment before helping me off of him.

He gets off the bed, circling around me like a wild animal stalking his prey, with his jaw clenched and his eyes full of desire.

“Bend over,” he says abruptly.

“Yes sir.” I get on all fours in front of him.

He stands, eyeing me for a minute. I’m no stick figure, mind you, I’ve got curves, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a damn pinup girl, which is surprising because I’m sure I’m not his “type”.

“You’re ridiculously attractive,” he says under his breath, and I’m sure I misheard him.

Coming up behind me, he grabs onto my hips, fingers clawing into the skin as his achingly ready dick touches my entrance.

Slowly easing himself back into my wet center, he groans out in pleasure, then picks up speed.

It’s been awhile since I’ve had anything other than silicone in me so I’m literally on the edge of orgasm with every thrust.

“Ughh, yesss, just like that,” I moan in pure pleasure.

“You like that?” he groans, slamming into me from behind, grabbing my ass with his large rough hands. “Fuck, me too.”

“Come for me, please,” I beg him, knowing I have him in the palm of my hand.

“I’m close…so fucking close,” he breathes out, dick hardening even more inside of me.

One of his hands reaches around my thigh, finding my clit. The sensation makes me drop my head against the bed as he begins toying with the sensitive area while pummeling into me from behind.

“Yes, oh my god…yes!” I scream out, pulsating around him. “I’m there.”

A few more hard thrusts and I'm sent spiraling into pure orgasmic bliss.

He yells out, coming undone with the sexiest grunt as his thrusts become sloppy and uncontrolled.

Panting with hearts racing from pleasure, he collapses on top of me.

“Wow,” he says breathlessly. “That was…wow…”

Seeing as I’ve left him speechless, I decide now is as good a time as any.

“That was amazing…now, if you wouldn’t mind, get the fuck out.”

“Wh-what?” he asks, panting, still inside of me.

“You’re not staying, I said get the fuck out.”

“Quit acting like a dude,” he chuckles in disbelief.

He laughs at what he thinks is a joke. He pulls out of me, leaving me wincing at the departure before turning to face him again.

“Quit being a little bitch. Now kindly leave,” I reply with an even tone.

Looking at me with a questionable smirk, he pauses, resting his fists on the mattress, still hovering above me.

“You serious right now?” he half grins.

“Yep.” I smile back, then put on a serious face.

His face goes from thinking I’m joking to a look of semi-disappointment.

“Wow, okay,” he scoffs while getting up, putting his boxer briefs back on. “You know I paid for this room, right?” he chuckles in disbelief.

“Mhmm.” I nod, smiling.

I lay back in the king sized bed, pulling the covers over my naked body, arms crossed behind my head with a satisfactory smile watching as he zips his pants and puts his shirt on over his chiseled chest.

He really is a vision.

“Bye, bye.” I grin and sigh as he goes to open the door.

He pauses for a second, looking back to me with his mouth open, words escaping him, then shakes his head in disbelief, leaving the room.

The player just met his match.

 

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2

TOREN

I didn’t even want to go out tonight, yet here I was again, at the club, with the boys, doing the same song and dance as every weekend. I have to admit I was starting to get over the whole scene.

Something was lacking, I wasn’t getting the same high I used to get from it all and that bothered me.

I’d been successful in my personal life, real estate being my passion. I owned numerous properties and businesses that I kept running under me.

I had all the money in the world a 28-year-old bachelor could want, but it wasn’t enough.

“Toren, man, check her out.” My best friend, Tyler, nudges me, pointing at some chick.

“Who, Addison? Been there, done that bro.” I shook my head.

“Jesus, man, who haven’t you fucked in this place.” He laughs.

“Good question…” I look around the club.

“This is ridiculous man, I can’t even find some tail without knowing I’ll be runner up to the best night of their lives, you dick.”

“Get outta here with that shit. You’ve got Vivian anyways, what are you doing out here chasing this weak-ass tail.”

“Nah, Viv doesn’t want me…she’s had enough of my shit, and I don’t blame her,” he replies, taking a drink, hiding the little bit of sadness in his eyes that only a friend since childhood could spot.

“You’ll call her later. You always do.” I smirk at him, punching his arm, making him throw a nasty look at me.

I make my way around the bar, leaving the rest of the guys at our VIP table, when I see my old flame Candice approaching me.

“Hey stranger,” she says seductively, throwing her arm around my waist.

“Candice,” I reply plainly.

“Well, I didn’t wear this dress for nothin'. Whatcha doing later?” she asks, showing off her fake tits with a little shimmy.

I had to give it to her, she was an attractive woman, petite, long blonde hair, perfect smile, just a somewhat lacking personality.

Plus, the fact that she was always at my beck and call…I could literally always count on her to do whatever I wanted.

“I don’t know yet, depends,” I reply.

“On what? If you see something better?” She rolls her eyes as I chuckle. “Let me tell you, you’ll be waiting all night baby.” She winks at me and I see Tyler approaching.

“Bro, let’s go, shots…now!” he yells to me as I nod back to him.

“You know where to find me,” she whispers, trailing a finger slowly across my chest then walking off.

Heading back to the VIP table, all nine of the boys have their shots raised in the air.

“To good pussy!” Barron shouts out.

“To good pussy!” The rest of the crew collectively yells, causing me to laugh.

I down the shot, easily, then continue sipping on my Jameson, eyeing the crowd, when I spot some commotion near the dance floor.

This chick with dark brown hair, average looking at best, has her finger in some guys chest, pushing him back while obviously yelling angrily at him as he backs off hands raised.

As he walks away defeated, her eyes connect with mine. Making a rude face at me, she rolls her eyes and turns back around, talking to her friends.

What the hell’s up her ass.

More girls file into our VIP section, trying to score big in the husband department to get their ticket out of their lame lives. Same old story.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol after a few more drinks and a few more shots to “good pussy”, I realize the need to take a leak. Walking towards the bathroom, I turn the corner only to run directly into someone.

The Plain Jane, stick up her ass, bitch. We both fall back into the wall, me grabbing onto her, as to not let her fall.

“What the fuck!” she yells out, pushing me off her.

“Jesus, sorry!” I say, giving her a look of surprise and concern.

She eyes me up and down with a look of disgust. I have to say, I’m not used to women looking at me like this, it’s odd.

“Watch where you’re going, dick.” She scoffs.

“Dick? Sounds like something you need in your life.” I retort shamelessly to her, eyeing her legs. She’s got great legs and an even better ass I hadn’t noticed from a distance.

“Beat it pretty boy.” She scowls, turning to head back towards her friends.

Rejection…also not something I’m used to.

I watch her prance back towards her friends, a cute girl and some guy, wondering why the hell she’s gotten under my skin already.

Just then, the lights turn on, the DJ announces last call as a scurry of people start heading for the door.

“A-BAR AT TOREN’S!” Tyler shouts out and everyone screams.

“C’mon bro, really? Again?” I ask him with an audible groan.

“Hell yeah! You see these girls coming with us?!” he slurs, eyeing up the women all huddled together, waiting for us to make our move.

“Fuck, fine…get in a cab, I’ll meet you there,” I say, reluctantly handing him my key card.

Another after bar at my bachelor pad. I lived on the upper east side of New York in one of the more expensive high rise apartments.

The women were always highly impressed so the rest of my boys loved being there for after bar parties. It was almost a guarantee they’d get laid just knowing they knew me.

“Alright bro, see you soon,” he says as we shake up and he gets in the car with 3 other scantily dressed women.

Sighing to myself, I rake my fingers through my hair. I just needed to take a minute to myself before heading over there with them. Same old song and dance. It was starting to bore me, this lifestyle.

Having anything and everything you want at your fingertips all the time sometimes makes things lose their excitement, their edge.

I stand outside the club, when to my left comes Plain Jane and her crew laughing hysterically at something.

As if she can feel me there, she instantly stops laughing and looks over to me, lowering her eyebrows, squinting her eyes. Her hatred for me is palpable.

“Bye girl! See you tomorrow, boo!” the guy calls out to her as he and her other friend get into a cab together.

She smiles, waving at them as she says goodbye.

Damn, she’s got a great smile.

As if she can hear my thoughts, she slowly glances back over to me with a deep scowl. Crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for another cab, we eye each other for a moment.

It's such a strange feeling. She doesn't know me but she hates me.

Just then, Candice appears from the club with some of her clearly intoxicated friends in tow.

“Hey babe, you waiting for me?” she asks, while coming up behind, snaking her arms around my waist.

I can’t help but notice Plain Jane rolling her eyes at me.

“Are we heading to your place? A-bar?” she asks, as I pull her arms off me, causing her to frown.

“Yeah, I mean, the rest of them are already on their way…” I reply reluctantly, sighing.

“Perfect! We’ll meet you there,” she squeals immediately, clearly not sensing my frustration.

She grabs her girls as they push their way to the curb, grabbing the next cab that pulled up.

Plain Jane looks pissed, as these women have obviously taken the cab right out from under her. She stands with her mouth open in disgust, shaking her head.

Deciding to apparently walk, she starts heading down the street in her knee high tights and combat boots, angrily stomping her way through the New York streets.

“Hey!” I yell out, running to catch up with her.

Grabbing her by the arm, I try to stop her when she swings her bag at my head, connecting with my face.

“Fuck!” I scream out, grabbing my cheek that is now searing. “You got rocks in there!?”

“Sorry,” she chuckles, trying not to laugh at my pain she obviously finds humorous.

“Just wait. I’ll hail you a cab,” I say with a stern tone.

As mad as I am she hit me, I still feel bad. I don’t want her walking the streets at night dressed the way she is, looking the way she does.

Then again, she’s somewhat scarier than most of these hoodlums in the streets. My guess is she could take on anyone.

“Ugh, I really don’t need your help,” she replies with disgust.

“Would you just shut-up.”

I'm over the attitude. I'm just trying to help her get home, nothing else. I flag another cab and help her into the car. As she’s telling the driver where to go, I climb into the other side.

“Um, what are you doing!?” she asks, annoyed.

“Listen I got places to get to too, ya know, Jesus.”

I tell the driver my address, sitting back into the seat and adjusting my dress pants.

“Surprise, surprise…pretty boy lives in the palace.” She rolls her eyes at me yet again.

“Wanna come be my queen?” I raise my eyebrows playfully at her.

“Ugh, that shit really works for you, huh?” she shakes her head at me, causing me to laugh.

“Doesn’t take much,” I say, winking at her.

“God, you’re all the same. Cocky, arrogant, a dick,” she groans looking out the window.

“Then why couldn’t you keep your eyes off me tonight?” I whisper over to her.

She slowly looks back over to me, softening a little.

“Kinda like how you can’t keep your eyes off me right now.” I say as she looks to my lips, licking her own, then apparently pausing to think.

Jesus, I didn’t think this would actually work on her.

To my surprise, she turns over to me, crashing her lips on mine. Her tongue softly separates my mouth as we explore each other in the presence of our smelly cab driver.

She tastes like sweet vanilla and I can already tell the sex will be anything but, especially with the way she’s grinding her body into me.

Her lips are like silky pillows that already have me imagining them around my cock.

She lets out a soft moan that has me thinking even more dirty thoughts, as I separate from her, both of us breathless.

“The Four Seasons, please,” I yell out to the cab driver, not taking my eyes off this mysterious creature in front of me.

Her wild eyes are giving me everything I need right now. Excitement, lust, a new challenge.

The driver chuckles and makes a turn.

 

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