I intended to kill Rod, but Serenity surprised me by assigning him bodyguards so I couldn’t get to him. Smart move.
In mid-July, two weeks before I was due to show up at college for football camp, the doctor removed my cast. Although I was still recovering from a broken arm and wouldn’t be playing at the start of the season, attending practice was mandatory. I was able to run, but catching the ball was out of the question.
Two weeks into football camp, there was a knock at my dorm door. A group of cheerleaders giggled in the hallway, making it clear why they were there.
I didn’t let them in. Couldn’t. My head was too fucked up from Serenity.
I won’t ever let another woman into my heart. I’m a wounded dog. And I fucking bite.
My fingers tap on the laptop keys. Only two weeks into school, and I already have an English paper to write.
A fist crashes against the door. I jump up from my desk and swing it open, my face a wall of stone. I glare at her. “What?”
She steps inside, her eyes flickering around the room.
“Nice.”
She turns and looks at me. “I understand cheerleaders come to your door, but you don’t let them in.” A smile plays on her lips. “Why is that?”
“What the fuck does it matter?” I step closer to her, inhaling her scent that goes straight to my dick. Clearly, my dick didn’t get the message that we hate this woman.
The devil on my shoulder says, “But we don’t hate her pussy.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I want to hear you say it.”
I smirk. “Sorry, doll, the day you stopped being my girlfriend is the day I stopped trusting you.”
“Tell me something else. Do you think your punishment fits the crime?” She asks.
“Placing a bet to be with my girlfriend so no other asshole could have her isn’t a fucking crime.”
She waves a hand in the air dismissively. “We’re making small talk and we’re beyond that. You took my virginity. You know how hungry I get?” she bites down on her lower lip.
The woman looks good enough to eat. I grab her by her neck and toss her onto the bed. Her purse falls to the carpet.
I yank down her panties that are barely hidden under the short skirt. A devilish grin plays on her lips as she watches.
“Take the fucking shirt off,” I order.
She does as she’s told. Serenity is right. I created a sex craved monster. Despite us not being together anymore, knowing that she still craves my dick warms my cold, dead heart.
Spreading her legs, I peer down at her glistening pussy that’s wet for me. I smack her pussy with a firm hand.
“Ouch,” she moans.
I drop to my knees because we both know I love eating her pussy and having it taken away had made me a mean asshole.
“Nico,” she roars.
I slide my tongue along her folds and feast on her clit.
“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters in a lust-filled haze.
Sliding two fingers inside her greedy cunt, I hit her G-spot. She’s trying to keep her hands out of my hair by fisting them in the comforter.
“Grab my hair, Serenity,” I command.
Finally, she latches on as I flick my tongue against her clit, still working her G-spot.
