I check her location on my phone, and the app has her on campus, heading for her dorm. Following the dot to my little demon’s location, I spot her coming back from somewhere with a large paper bag in hand, a logo from a local hardware store on it. Is she fixing her lamp? She doesn’t look sick or traumatized in any way. In fact, she looks perfectly fine to me.
Jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with her hair no longer restrained in a braid and no glasses either on that dollface. I’m gloating on the inside because I’m the one who made her ditch her camouflage. No point in hiding when she’s already found. But my smugness is snuffed out by a stray thought—no one was hitting on her before, but now that will no longer be the case. I’ll make sure everyone around knows she’s not to be even looked at, let alone hit on. Not until I’m done with her.
She walks into the building looking perfectly cheerful. Should I follow her? Fuck, I want to so badly! Fighting the scorching desire, I stay rooted to my spot, reminding myself I have work-related responsibilities. If I pay her a visit now, I won’t be leaving her room anytime soon. Better to save that for tonight, after I survive another class and deal with Barry’s list.
I have to keep up appearances because I can’t afford to fail here. It would mean I could no longer keep my distance from my father. And I can’t have that.
By the time night falls, my hands itch to be on Summer’s body so incessantly that they start to hurt.
That tree in front of her building is surprisingly comfortable to lean against while waiting for some time to pass after she’s turned off the lights. I glance around, checking if someone is stalking her... other than me, that is, but I spot no one.
Barely an hour. That’s how long I stay outside after her room is engulfed in darkness. I’m not a patient man in general.
Turning off my phone, I slip in through the back entrance of her building and head up the stairs to her dorm. I should’ve put a camera there, or asked Link to hack her laptop, but the old-fashioned way—an ear to her door—is so much fun.
Complete silence. Seems my sleeping beauty, who’s harder to wake up than someone sedated, has already passed out.
We’re going to have so much fun. Do I plan on restraining her again? Well, technically, it’s for her own good. She enjoys the things I do to her, even if she has a hard time admitting it. But maybe I won’t need to tie her down again. Maybe she might welcome me with open arms... and legs.
I slide the card and open her door, making sure to be as quiet as possible, though I’m sure if I came in with music blasting, she still wouldn’t wake up. Last night, I called her name a dozen times, but it wasn’t until I was biting and playing with her that she was getting out of her deep slumber. The idea of waking her up with a fuck is rooted deep in my mind, and I will be doing it eventually. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I have other plans, like fucking her tits, for example.
The baby steps I take with her!
I pass her desk, heading for her bed by the window. There’s enough light from outside to see she’s wrapped herself in a blanketlike a burrito.
Squatting beside the bed, I get the end of her cover, pulling it swiftly to the side.
Pillows?
“What the—”
I don’t get to finish the question when my words are cut by a hit to the back of my head. Sharp pain blurs my vision as I turn, but one thing is crystal clear—Summer, towering over me with a gorgeous smile on. I pass out with her words following me into the darkness.
“I’ve been expecting you, honey.”
Fuck me and my ‘I’m feeling lucky today’ optimism!
Chapter 12
Atlas
The pulsing pain in my head when my eyes peel open reminds me I’m still alive. Or am I, since that Succubus is straddling me, turning my brain into a battlefield of conflicting signals?
Is it Hell or Heaven I’m in?
I lunge for her— Nope. I don’t, because my hands are bound by the same flex cuffs I’d brought for her. I pull on the restraints hard, but they don’t give.
That sneaky little demon! I’m definitely in Hell!
When I try to move my feet, plastic digs into my skin, making it impossible to budge even an inch. She took my jeans off? And where the fuck did she get more zip ties when I brought a single pair for her hands?
Then it hits me. The hardware store bag.
Fixing her lamp, my ass.
I’m down to boxers and an unbuttoned shirt, while my little demon is gliding her soft fingertips over my inked muscles.
Hell doesn’t sound so bad, actually.
