Page 35 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

“I’m showing you just how romantic and sentimental I really am,” he sneered, and I could hear him fumbling with the fly of his jeans.

With one hand still holding me down by my neck, he used the other hand to lower his pants and then his boxers.

I couldn’t see much from my position but I could make out enough to know what he was about to do.

Stupid .

I had been so stupid but that realization hardly mattered now. This boy was an animal, with serious personal issues and a deep indifference to the feelings of others. Neil was completely different from—

Shit .

Jared.

Was he going to hear me screaming? Was he going to find everything out in the most horrifying way? I imagined him bursting into my room and finding me bent over the desk with Neil behind me.

I tried to push him away, but the truth was: I wanted that. I was too weak. I couldn’t suppress the need that I felt flowing through me. I stopped moving, stopped fighting. Pretending to resist him would have been pointless. Neil already knew what I was feeling; he could read my body.

“You want it too; I can tell.” He leaned over me, his upper body pressing against my bare back and his pelvis tight against my ass. I could feel him rubbing himself between my ass cheeks, over my panties. He was fully hard and it was just as long and thick as I remembered it.

“This is all wrong,” I said, referring to the entire situation.

My voice, however, was not as decisive as I wanted it to be, and I had allowed my legs to fall open in a clear invitation.

Meanwhile, Neil continued to slowly rub himself against me, panting against the back of my neck, grasping my hair in his fist.

He slapped the palm of his other hand on the wooden surface of the desk, right by my face, and I was hypnotized, staring at those large, strong fingers, the regular nails and raised veins on the back.

I surrendered to our mutual desire with a deep sigh.

“I know how much you liked using me,” he whispered into my ear before licking me like an animal might.

I could feel his hot tongue gliding down the curve of my neck to my shoulder until it reached my nape.

He continued downward, following the line of my backbone and I arched into him, delighting in this utterly masculine display of possession.

“Just as much as I liked using you,” he finished mischievously.

“I didn’t use you.” My cheek was pressed against the desk so hard it was difficult to articulate the words clearly.

I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when he slapped my right butt cheek, making the skin burn.

My head spun and a sudden wave of cold and heat hit me at the same time from my chest to my toes.

“I did and I intend to do it again,” he admitted with the kind of sadistic smile that revealed all his nasty intentions. I watched him from the corner of my eye while he pulled my panties to one side and touched me. I was soaked and ashamed of my treacherous body’s reaction to him.

Despite everything, I wanted this—wanted him—and there was no excuse or justification for it. Only this profound sense of shame.

He penetrated me with two fingers and I moaned aloud, tensing every muscle in my body, even the smallest and most imperceptible.

He moved his fingers expertly, caressing my tight yet yielding inner walls.

Immediately, he found my most sensitive spot, locating it with an ease that spoke to his vast experience.

I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan, not wanting to let him win or give in to him or show him just how much power he had over me. But he felt it anyway.

“You’re a bastard,” I murmured irritably, grasping the edge of the desk with both hands.

I could feel my knees trembling and I had pins and needles on the soles of my feet, a sign that my orgasm was close.

But Neil withdrew his fingers and just stood there behind me.

I turned my face slightly to look at him.

I was enervated but aroused; angry yet eager for him.

He raised the fingers he’d just used to touch me up to his mouth and sucked them with an obscene groan. He licked away the taste of me and pinned me fast with the golden gems of his eyes. He gave me a wicked grin while I turned violently red.

He rubbed my ass cheek with one hand and used the other to masturbate himself from the base to the tip of his enviable length.

I was captivated: his body had been created for the express purpose of giving pleasure.

He was built to fan the flames of the female libido and to awaken unexplored desires.

Though I had played at resistance before, I was now bent over and eager to welcome him in.

Suddenly, the knowledge that Jared was just a short distance away in the guest room brought me back to reality.

Hard. A wave of misery washed away the thrill of the moment.

I lifted up my torso, intending to put a stop to all of this.

Intending to get dressed and flee from this boy who represented for me all that was wicked.

When I tried, however, Neil put his hand on the back of my neck again and forced me down into the same position as before. Except this time he pressed me harder into the desk to keep me from moving at all.

“Jared is right there. We shouldn’t…” I was whimpering and I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My heart was pounding violently and my chest was sore. Neil chuckled. He was enjoying my vulnerable state.

I, on the other hand, was so bewildered: one moment I was aroused; the next moment I was grief-stricken.

“So what? Josh or whatever the fuck that asshole’s name is can hear his girl enjoying herself while someone fucks her for once,” he said, satisfaction evident in his baritone voice before he penetrated me with one short, decisive thrust. I jolted against the desk and let out a yell that had Neil covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.

“Shh…” His powerful, muscular body was smothering me. He leaned his chest into my back until I was pressed completely flat against the wood. Then he began to move inside me with force, giving me no time to adapt to the large intrusion.

“Neil! Please,” I murmured against the warmth of his hand. But even to myself it sounded more like a plea for him to continue.

My hearted battered my ribs, my pants grew faster and faster while my vagina pulsed, accommodating him in all his thickness.

I felt an intense pressure against my pelvic muscles.

Every time he slowly dragged out of me, I opened my eyes up wide just to squeeze them shut again when he slammed back in with a firm thrust.

He was well aware of his unusually large size.

He had taken it into account during our first time, but now he was using it to dominate me, to force me to feel every bit of his strength.

He felt like a perpetual motion machine, built only to pound, pound, pound, and pound again.

I felt like he was trying to suck out my soul, to corrupt me and then feed off my most intimate desires.

“Softer, please…” I managed as he continued to move against me as though only he and his pleasure even existed. He pressed one hand against my hip while the other was still clutching the base of my neck. He moved his hips implacably against me, slamming against my ass.

“You asked me to show you the real me, your first time,” he answered in a shady, sensual tone.

He’d waited a few moments to answer me; so long that I assumed he’d forgotten about my request. He sounded thoughtful, lost in some shadow realm.

All at once, I realized that my body was only a means to an end for him.

In contrast to our last time, he was trying to show me how incapable he was of feeling or connecting sex with anything more significant than an orgasm.

There was nothing of the gentle boy who had undressed me and touched me before left in him now.

There were no understanding looks or reassuring smiles or human contact.

His burning stare was fixed exclusively on his swollen erection pumping into me, incessant, brutal, and carnal.

He saw nothing but my ass cheeks, red from his slaps, and my hips, aching from hitting that awful wooden desk.

“N… Neil,” I babbled in a panic, because he seemed too far away and his passion too rough and uncontrollable. I also realized he wasn’t wearing a condom, again, which only increased my panic.

“Do you always do it bare?” I managed to ask him in the small space between one thrust and the next. Neil rubbed between my legs with one hand, concentrating on my clit. Then I heard him emit a tiny groan in my ear, one of the few sounds he typically made.

“No, only with you,” he admitted, though I couldn’t be sure if it was actually true. He kept rubbing me with one hand, fingers slipping between the hot, giving folds of my sex. And despite the minor discomfort, I offered it up freely to him.

“I hope you’re not lying,” I murmured, closing my eyes. I felt exhausted and sore, despite how aroused I’d become by his shocking show of force. The more he drove into me the slicker I got, in spite of the way my weary muscles screamed at me to make him stop.