Page 54 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

“You like being used by me. I can feel it.” I tightened my grip on her hair and slapped her flank hard enough to make her shout and moan at the same time. I smiled smugly because I had met my objective, and then I lay down on top of her, putting my weight on my elbows.

My chest rubbed against her back, which was so slender that I was afraid for a moment that I might crush her.

“You asshole,” she muttered under her breath, unable to speak any louder.

I started moving my hips again, owning her and marking her harder and harder.

Suddenly, she pressed a hand to my backside to get me to slow down.

Or maybe to speed me up. I didn’t investigate either way because I was going to use her to exhaustion no matter what.

I was torturing her at that point. I entered her with sharp thrusts and withdrew slowly, making sure she felt every inch of me.

I wanted her to feel like she was being impaled on my cock, and I wanted her to keep feeling that into tomorrow and the days after.

We both began to sweat and our breathing was getting ragged.

Selene couldn’t hold out any longer while I could have kept going all night, if only to avoid coming back to reality.

“You’re going to come, Babygirl.” I pressed my chest more firmly against her back and felt her tighten all around me, clamping down and sucking me in entirely before finally releasing.

And then again, contracting and dilating in a perfectly balanced dance.

I sped up the pace of my strokes and her body tensed beneath me.

She shifted reflexively back up on all fours and moved her pelvis against me, allowing herself to be transported by the delicious natural spasms of orgasm.

Her forearms strained to support her, and her legs shook.

She was beautiful to behold, as much a spectacle as any burst of fireworks.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swallowed up by her searing heat and the urgent movements of her hips.

A violent shiver ran down my spine, my eyes snapped open, and I quickly pulled out of her.

I squeezed her ass with one hand while I used the other to grip myself, quickly moving my fingers up and down my entire length.

My abs tensed, a million nerve endings going up like flares, my biceps flexed, a devouring heat burned in my chest, and my veins felt like they were going to burst as my seed spurted across her back.

All rational thought was completely obscured by the sight of Selene underneath me.

“Fuck,” I said, out of breath as my orgasm waned, and I slowly came back to reality. I was still on my knees behind Babygirl, trying to catch my breath while Selene collapsed back down, exhausted.

I was covered in sweat, my hair was soaked, my throat was dry, and I had no idea where my heart had gone. Maybe into my stomach, my temples, or even my balls? All of them were pounding.

Worn out, I lay down next to her and felt the strength leaking out of me, little by little.

I felt satisfied, the way I always did after a fuck.

I stared up at the ceiling, illuminated only by a lamp on the bedside table, and breathed in the air, which was heavy with the smell of sex, coconut, and amber.

Heavy with the smell of us …strange combination that we were.

Selene turned her head to me. She was still lying on her stomach with her arms flexed under her face and her palms flat on the bedspread.

She gave me the same adoring look that every woman gave my body after they enjoyed it thoroughly, and she stretched out a hand toward my left side.

She traced the contours of my tattoo there with her index finger, and I shivered at her touch.

Her hands were cold, probably because she didn’t have so much as a blanket to cover her.

Her long, tapered fingers continued running along my skin, and it occurred to me that I’d really like to feel them lower down, maybe encircling my cock and…

Enough.

If I didn’t knock that off, I was going to get hard and start the whole thing over again, and I knew that would be asking too much of her. Selene had never experienced real foreplay with a man. I would have to teach her how to pleasure me, tell her what I liked and how to do it, but not right then.

“Do you like my tattoo?” I asked. She startled at the low, hoarse sound of my voice. She pushed some sweaty hair off her forehead and curled into the fetal position, exposing her small breasts, which I couldn’t help but linger on.

I couldn’t even stand myself anymore. I was acting like a boy struggling with his first teenage crush.

How much T and A had I seen in my life? How many women had I used?

I couldn’t count them. Yet her body felt new to me, an unexplored territory, an unexpected gift, waiting to be unwrapped.

Selene was the Neverland I had always dreamed about.

The place I fantasized about escaping to for a better life than the one I had.

“I like them both,” she murmured and pointed at the one on my right bicep. I’d gotten it when I was sixteen; it extended up to my shoulder and symbolized powerful qualities that I hoped to reflect. I was weirdly pleased by the idea that Selene liked my tattoos.

“Do you think you’ll get any more?” she asked.

I loved tattoos and had thought about getting a lot more in various spots on my body, but hold on…

What the hell was I doing? What the hell were we doing?

Small talk?

Since when did I exchange chitchat with a woman after sex? I creased up my forehead, and Selene must have noticed my puzzled expression because she planted her hands on the mattress and pushed up her torso. I immediately copied her.

“What the fuck,” I whispered to myself, recognizing just how absurd everything that was happening was—everything that I was doing.

I didn’t want a relationship. I wasn’t the kind of man from whom anyone could expect sentimentality and that kind of shit, but clearly I had chosen the wrong girl to toy with.

I was a deeply troubled man, and Babygirl didn’t even have the first idea of the kind of clusterfuck I had in my head.

And yet, inexplicably, despite all the women I could have had, I found myself between Selene’s legs more and more often.

Selene wasn’t even my type. I liked blonds, the bolder and more shameless the better. She, on the other hand, was naive, inexperienced, and—most importantly—auburn-haired.

“What’s wrong with you now?” She muttered in confusion.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and got off the bed.

I retrieved my boxers and pulled them on.

I could feel her eyes on me the whole time.

Specifically, on my ass, which tensed with every movement.

I turned and caught her staring at me, spellbound.

She immediately looked away, focusing on her own bare legs.

“I need to leave. That’s what’s wrong with me,” I snapped nervily, making her flinch. This wasn’t her fault, not at all. But it wasn’t my fault, either.

“Did I say something wrong?” she asked, clearly in the hopes of understanding my mood swings. Good luck to her, because I didn’t understand them myself.

I bent down and felt around my jeans pockets for my pack of Winstons; I was in exceptional need of a smoke. Then I remembered that I’d left them in my room.

“Shut up, Selene!” I raised my voice, scaring her. I didn’t need her peppering me with questions. I didn’t know the answers any better than she did. This situation was getting to be too much for me. It was all getting to be too much.

“Where do you get off?” She jumped off the bed and walked around it, coming right at me. She faced me, her small, slender body completely naked. I smirked down at her from my lofty height.

Did she think she was going to intimidate me?

“What do you think you’re doing? Huh, Tinkerbell?” I advanced on her until her smell was right under my nose. She smelled like sex and like me .

Selene raised her chin in challenge to me. She was little, but she really did have a tiger’s ferocity.

“Talking. You know… That thing you’re so afraid to do?

Because you only feel like a man when you’re screwing something.

” She skewered me, narrowing her blue eyes.

Her hair was messed up, her cheekbones still pink, and her lips were swollen.

She had my cum drying on her back and my finger marks on her hips.

She looked well-fucked indeed, and it only made her more enticing.

She followed my gaze and saw what I was looking at. I brushed my fingers over the purpling bruises that speckled her pale skin. Then, without warning, I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to me, taking a handful of her auburn hair.

“And what about you? Don’t you feel like a woman when I want you? When I fuck you like an animal? I know you do, just like I know you’ll never admit it,” I whispered, close to her full lips.

She ground her teeth and said nothing. Her large eyes were full of challenge, telling me the war had only begun.

“If you give me something of yourself, I’ll do whatever you want,” she murmured under her breath.

I recalled the dumb compromise she had suggested while I was working out in the gym.

Once again, I couldn’t understand how she failed to see me for the vile thing that I was.

“What do you want?” I didn’t let go of her silky hair, but I was trying not to hurt her.

“Talking,” she said again, swallowing hard. I looked at her full lips, and I wanted to kiss her and toss her back on the bed.

“Talking,” I echoed thoughtfully, holding her stare. “And I suppose you think you have something to teach me? From all your vast experience, eh?” I asked, amused as I breathed in her pleasing smell.

Selene considered my question for a few moments before replying firmly. “Yes. How to listen to your soul.”