Page 82 of Let the Game Begin

I decided to end this drawn-out torture and cleared my throat. She should have felt me there.

Babygirl looked up and spotted me in the mirror, finally noting the presence of the wolf, hovering over her like the delicious morsel that she was.

“Oh my God!” She jumped in surprise and whirled around to face me, tightening her hand on the knot of the towel like that was going to protect her from me. I grinned at her.

“Hey, Tinkerbell.” I ogled her shamelessly, paying special attention to the thighs that I wanted to feel gripping my waist. I really wanted to fuck, and I had zero qualms about making that clear to her.

“How dare you come into my room without knocking?” she scolded me, her attitude suddenly stern and rigid. That hand tightening again around the towel, however, showed me just how agitated and overwhelmed she was by my presence. What are you doing here?”

She went red when she noticed how my eyes were fixed on her legs. I was just staring at her like a depraved weirdo, and I needed to calm the fuck down. Without bothering to respond, I walked toward her.

I had always preferred action to talking.

“W… what do you want?” she babbled, shaking. Another question that I didn’t need to answer. I stepped even closer, until I could smell her clean, innocent scent right in front of me.

Selene had to tilt her head back to look at me; her head barely reached my chest, which only increased my sense of dominance over her. I smiled at her, knowing full well the effect that smile had on women. Then I put my hands on the marble countertop behind her, trapping her. Her slim figure was caged by my larger one like a butterfly in a crystal cloche.

“I want you naked,” I whispered in her ear, watching as the goosebumps appeared on her arms. “And wet. For me,” I continued, breathing against her tensed neck. I let my lips brush against her earlobe and she swallowed hard.

I was a selfish asshole, and I knew it.

She told me she felt dirty every time I fucked her, but I really needed it.

I needed to put some space between the memories and reality.

I need to make the visions go away, to erase the terrible feelings that I still had inside me, and this felt like the only goddamned way. Sex wasn’t a cure, of course. It wasn’t even really a treatment. It was just a temporary trick that I used to assure the Boy inside me that I was the dominant one now. I was the one in control.

“No…” Selene whispered, staring vaguely at my chest to avoid looking me in the eye. She knew that if she looked up, I would be able to read in her eyes all the desire she was trying to hide. So I lifted her chin with my index finger and forced her to look at me.

She bit her lower lip and my thumb moved automatically to caress it. I could feel her light, irregular breaths. I was frozen, hypnotized by the sky blue and aquamarine shades in her brilliant eyes.

“Sex is like flying for me. It allows me to spread my wings and get away from everything,” I admitted, not even understanding why I was telling her.

Was I making excuses for myself? Or was I trying to win her over, to manipulate her mind the way I did with everyone else?

“You can go fly with Alexia or Jennifer,” she snapped bitterly.

“But I want to go flying with you, in your sky,” I whispered, pressing close against her ear again. I could hear her tiny gasp of surprise.

“And then you’re going to tell me that there’s nothing but a strong physical attraction between us, right? That you’re just using me and that’s all?” she murmured, her lips compressing into a hard line.

It wouldn’t be easy to get her to come around. My words had hurt her more than any of my actions. But I couldn’t take them back, because I had told her the truth.

So I tried again.

“There’s a Neverland for the child that lives inside every man. You’re kind of like my Neverland…” She was my utopian ideal, my Tinkerbell, my asymptote, and I had no illusions that I’d ever rise to meet her in reality. Selene gave me a confused look, and I couldn’t blame her. I was difficult to understand.

I smiled at her and kept touching her neck, little by little moving down to the outline of her clavicle.

“Use me like I’myourNeverland,” I whispered again as I continued to traverse her skin, which was like velvet underneath my fingertips. Selene watched my mouth, and her breathing sped up. I could feel her heart beating faster with each passing second.

“Neverland doesn’t exist,” she said shakily, and her eyes filled up with tears, just like the time I’d bent her over her desk and urged her to watch us in the mirror.

I reached for the knot in her towel then and looked at her.

“I’ll show you that it does.”

I freed the ends of the towel and let it fall to floor, revealing her naked body. I took a long moment to admire the sinuous shape of her, her firm little breasts, her flat, defined stomach, her long legs pressed together out of sheer embarrassment and her…her pretty pussy, pink and soft. Selene blushed violently under my probing gaze and stared at a random point over my shoulder.