His Little Game

Chapter 4

DAYTON

Leaving the lecture hall with a grin on my lips, I knew once I called her doll, she would get that it was me that was texting her.

My mind raced over the text she sent me, making me question what she thought of me. Her words rang clear in my head as if she had said them herself. "Don't be with me if you are going to hurt me," the message read.

Those words cut deep. I would never hurt her. I had these feelings for the last five years. Back then, I knew she wasn't into boys, as she would pull a face when people mentioned a guy to her. Whenever I saw her, I would chuckle and thought it was cute. She was innocent, so I kept my distance but kept my eye on her.

When she came to college, I noticed a difference. She had changed her appearance, and I even fell for her even more.

I walk through the courtyard. I stopped when I spotted Dean and Sasha walking toward me. "Well, do you think she knows who you are now?" Sasha asked with a smile. "I can't wait for her to join our little group. Raven said that she doesn't trust easily."

I said nothing, only giving her a slight nod.

After the message I received, it was clear that she didn't trust many people.

"Let's go," Dean murmured, walking with me. Sasha carried on talking till we reached the house we shared. I threw my bags on the floor, leaving them till Monday, and went to my room.

The party would start soon, and I was dying to see my doll.

Stepping into my room, I closed the door and looked around till my eyes landed on my gear. I'll be wearing that like I usually do. I quickly showered and dressed, spending at least half an hour painting my face.

After finishing, I quickly checked over everything when my phone rang out. I moved away and grabbed it, thinking it was from Silver, but it wasn't—Raven.

"You better be prepared to have her," the message said as a photo came through. I clicked on it and nearly came in my damn pants.

Telling Silver to wear the sluttiest outfit she owned was something I thought would mean a cat, but no. There in the photo was Silver, dressed up as a goddamn witch. Her hair was wavey, showing her blue hair, and wore no makeup. My eyes trailed down until they landed on the corset, which held her breasts tight and up, leaving no room for imagination on how big they were. The skirt was long but had a huge split up the side and rested on her top thigh, showcasing her tattoo—a wolf.

My cock twitched as my eyes skimmed over every detail I could, trying to take it to memory. I was going to devour my doll in one. My eyes landed on her legs. She wore those damn fishnet tights. A grin pulled the corners of my lips as I planned to tear them off when I found her. This woman was made for me, and I would make everyone in that goddamn building know it.

Another message came through from Raven. "She knows it's you," it read.

Grinning like a cheshire cat, I walked out and headed back downstairs, where Sasha was dressed up as a slutty nurse while Dean wore something similar to me. "Ready?" I asked, making them both look at me.

"Sure," Dean said with a mischievous grin. "Are you ready? Does she know who you are?"

I said nothing, but the grinned told them everything they needed to know as we walked out and headed toward her dorm building.

As we approached closer, music could be heard, and people wearing every costume known to man were walking to the building. We headed inside and to my doll's floor.