“You use me like…” I tried to say as I felt his lips on my throat. He nibbled and sucked the flesh there, pulling a gasp from me. Meanwhile, his powerful, masculine hands traversed my hips and ass, pressing me against him.
“Like I want you more than anything,” he finished for me. Then he shifted against my lower abdomen so I could feel the arousal burning in his body, the tremendous erection tenting his jeans, and the relentless desire he had to make me his again. Immediately.
“No…” I gulped. My mind screamed to push him away while my heart was pounding so wildly that I thought it would never slow down again.
“Yes,” he answered arrogantly. “Always, Tinkerbell. I want you always…” He cupped the back of my head in one hand and pressed my face to his. Hedidn’t stop when he felt me stiffen; instead, he slid his tongue between my lips, and there was nothing for me to do but surrender. His carved-marble stomach brushed up against my breasts underneath my thin sweater, and I shivered. My nipples stiffened, greedy for his attention, while he coaxed an ardent response from me with his tongue. His burning fingers ran all over me: hips, thighs, and ass.
It felt like Neil was trying to absorb me into himself, like he wanted to erase my identity and instead merge the two of us together. He cradled my face in his hand and deepened the kiss, inching me back until I hit the wall. I kissed him back with the same intensity, trying to extract every rotten, broken thing inside him, trying to make him feel safe and sweep away his misery. I moaned as my back butted up against the wall, and Neil continued to lay claim to me with a wild possessiveness that mocked my fears of not being enough for him.
Abruptly, the doorbell rang and halted the momentum.
Neil broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against mine, eyes nearly closed in satisfaction. Meanwhile, I couldn’t catch my breath.
We were both panting. My lungs burned just like my lips, which had been chafed by our devouring kisses.
“Who the fuck is it now?” he asked grumpily.
“Maybe you should…open it and find out?” I whispered, brushing aside the lock of chestnut hair that had fallen over his left eye.
“Maybe I should just leave whoever it is out there while I rail you up against this wall like I’ve been imagining?” he offered with an impish expression that made me feel warm all over. I shut my eyes for a second to gather myself and opened them again. The chemistry between us was way too strong.
Our bodies were drawn and locked together like magnets.
“Come on, get the door.” I nudged him gently away from me, though I would have happily indulged his desires. If we hadn’t been interrupted, we surely would have made love again to express our hidden feelings and the words we couldn’t say with the only means of communication that always worked perfectly for us.
Neil gave a huff but went to the door.
As he did so, I straightened my sweater and patted down my hair, tousled from our kiss.
“Miss Anna,” I heard him say. The housekeeper appeared in the doorway with a rectangular box wrapped in black paper with a red bow around it.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you, but this package arrived for you,” she told him, offering it to him.
Neil looked down at the box, frozen in place for a few seconds. Then, he grabbed the package and thanked Anna before watching her leave.
He kicked the door closed with his heel and sat down on the couch, placing the package on the low table in front of him.
A strange disquiet swirled all around us; the air itself felt inexplicably tense.
Neil lifted his face to look at me.
We realized that we were both thinking the same thing: This package contained nothing good, and it had undoubtedly been sent byhim.
The only opponent in this game.
Player 2511.
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“Really? No one wants to tell the sad tale of Scarlett Scott for the brat?”
Selene
I sat down beside Neil, trying to give him the support he needed to face the situation.
He had unwrapped the box, and bits of black paper were now strewn all over the floor.
Inside, however, was nothing too macabre, just a laptop.
