Page 11 of The Wallflower
My tense muscles quake beneath the penetrating blast of water, and it feels amazing. As soon as I allow myself a moment to just stand there and think, all my thoughts turn to Maybel. It’s ridiculous how possessive my fantasies have become when I think about her. I don’t know a damn thing about her except what’s written on paper, and somehow, that’s enough for me. Somehow, my brain has justified that she is mine.
Almost unwittingly, I take my cock into my hand, squeezing myself hard while sliding up and down the length. The mere thought of her has me horny and ready to blow my load. I tighten my grip and jerk myself harder. My grip fringes of pain, and I grit my teeth.
Fuck, it feels so good.All I see is her in my mind. She ran so perfectly, without me having to prompt her, and the best part of all, she got away.
Dammit. I stroke myself faster, up and down, up and down. I’m on the edge, close to losing control.
Control. I would’ve lost it entirely if I’d caught her in the dark abandoned stacks at the back of the library. No one would’vebeen able to save her from me. I’d have ripped her leggings and panties off her body and fucked her raw right there. Would she have begged me to stop? Or would she have begged me to keep going? All I can see is how she tried to hide from me, and the way she pressed her glasses up her nose. How her eyes flashed and her chin tipped up as she attempted to stand up to me.
No matter the cost, I need her body beneath me. I need to feel her trembling cunt as I press deep inside her, fucking her until she’s a weeping mess, begging me to stop because the pleasure is too much. I can only imagine how beautiful her pale, smooth skin will look covered in my marks. I can't fuckingwaitto find out. I work myself closer to the edge, my thoughts swirling as I consider everything I want to do to her. Pleasure zips up my spine, and I let out a roar as I explode, splashing ropes of sticky cum against the tile. I let out a blissful sigh, and the frustration I carried from earlier feels lighter now.
I quickly finish washing and rinse off. When I step out of the shower, I’m calmer, my control closer to the surface. I consider the information I have. It’s not much at the moment, but there will be more to come. Right now, though, I need to ensure that Maybel makes it to the event tomorrow night, and the only way to do that is to ensure her friend, the blonde, brings her.
I smile to myself as I dress quickly in a T-shirt, jeans, and my university jacket. The package isn’t complete without the jacket, the golden child fulfilling his family duties. The gentleman, the charming hero. That's who I want her to see, who I want her to think I am until it's too late for her to get away. I might have already ruined that in my surprise at the library, but it'll be interesting to see how she pivots when I show up at her dorm. There won’t be anywhere to escape.
I shove my wallet, keys, and phone into my pockets and head downstairs. I’ve just passed Sebastian’s room when he asks where I’m going.
“Out.” That’s the only response he gets. Before anyone else can ask me what I’m doing or if I ate lunch like they’re my parents, I slip out the front door and walk down the driveway, heading back toward the campus.
I have a car, two actually, but I prefer to walk. It gives me time to clear my head and think through things. Plus, you can be a lot less conspicuous without a car. On the walk, I consider what to say and how I’ll lure her out of hiding. Her little roommate is going to play an integral part. If necessary, I will blackmail her too. Nothing stands in the way of what I want.
The streetlamps have just turned on when I reach her dorm. I tuck my hands into my pockets and stand casually outside the building, waiting for the first girl to offer me the opportunity to enter. Obviously, I’ll have to see maintenance about making a key card so I don’t have to stand out here, flashing a smile every two seconds. It’ll be well worth the five hundred dollars.
It takes all of two minutes for a bystander to take pity on me.
“Are you wanting to come in?” the brunette asks, licking her lips. She’s pretty, but something tells me she's one of those girls who pretends to be afraid, and that’s not what I’m looking for.
“Yes, my girlfriend isn’t answering the phone.” I shrug.
She bats her eyes at me and holds the door open. “What kind of girl leaves their boyfriend out in the cold like this?”
I ignore her comment altogether and slip inside the dorm. A rush of warm air hits me, and I start up the stairs, heading to the third floor.
“If you get bored with your crappy girlfriend later, I’m in 2B.” Her voice reaches me, and the offer hangs there, but I don’t show any interest. I’m selective about the girls I fuck, and even more selective about the ones who see the darkness hiding just beneath the surface.
Ignoring her existence, I continue. Once I reach the third floor, I focus my attention on the doors, zoning in on the oh-so-helpful name cards attached to each door. Their dorm room number was in the information that Lee provided me, but the door tags make it way more engaging.
Perfect. Jackie and Maybel are in the third one down. It’s nice to have a name attached to the person who is going to become an accomplice to my bad behavior. I lift my fist and knock softly, then pull my hand back to wait, my heart slowly inching up my throat with every passing second.
It's not nerves; it's adrenaline. I can't wait to see how my little wallflower’s skin pinkens under my teeth and the sounds she makes as I fuck her into the ground.
A moment later, the door flies open, and the same buxom blonde from outside the library appears. Her eyes light up with recognition. "Oh, it's you."
I give her a smile as fake as her tits. "It is me. May I come in for a second? I just want to make sure you have all the information for tomorrow night. As you know, this event is highly selective."
She opens the door the rest of the way, and I spot the half-empty bottle of wine on her kitchen table. I peek inside, surveying the space like a high-end thief who plans to break into the place later. There are three doors that break off from a large open room—one closed, one open to a mess, and the other open to a bathroom. A small kitchen sits at the left of the door, an old scarred table in the middle of the space.
"Is your roommate here? I wanted to talk to her, too," I ask casually, trying not to appear overly interested.
She waves at the closed door. "Oh no, she had to go help her mom. She's sick right now. Pretty sure it’s cancer or something. She refuses to give me any details. Her mom is all she has.”
I nod, making sympathetic noises at the appropriate places while also filing said information away in my brain. "Oh, of course.”
I pull out a black envelope and hand it to her. “You'll need this to get through the gate. Do you mind if I put this in her room? Each one is personalized, so..."
It’s a lie, but she doesn't need to know that. I had Sebastian make this one special for me when I found the woman I planned to hunt.
Buying my act, she doesn't hesitate and waves at the door. "Yeah, go ahead. She’s super excited about the event.”