Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Did she like another man touching her? Was her boyfriend
jealous? Turned on? Angry? Was his best friend living out a
long-held fantasy for her? Was he enjoying this? Was he hard?
I blinked, waiting for it to come. His jealousy. Her
degradation. His desire. Their fear and excitement at being
watched.
But it didn’t come. Not yet. It was getting harder and
harder to empathize over the years.
Fuck.
Maybe if it was my new little wife being fondled?
Or…
The guy touched her hips lightly and hesitantly as his
mouth grazed a path across her shoulder, probably trying to
hold back so they didn’t know how much he was enjoying
himself.
“Can we leave now?” she asked me, the man underneath
her not giving the slightest hint he wanted to leave quite yet.
But I ignored her, turning back to the board and seeing that
Mr. GGarin had matched my move with his pawn to E5.
I smiled to myself.
“Look closely,” he continued. “You can still get me. Ten
moves.”
Ten? I grabbed my knight and moved it to F3, hearing Mr.
GGarin let out a sigh as he plucked his knight and sat him back
down in C6 as if on auto-pilot.
“Damon…” he scolded, growing angry with me.
I could hear it in his voice, and my pulse raced a little as he
continued the game, going through the motions as if we’d
gone ’round and ’round about this for years, and he was done
with my bullshit mistakes and impulsiveness. He just wanted
to get the game and his inevitable win over with so he could
get back to work now that my head wasn’t in the game.
My bishop to C4, his pawn to D6, my other knight to C3,
and as he reached for his bishop, I stopped breathing as I