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QUINTON
I’m starting to wonder if Aspen suspects the cameras in her room or if there is another reason she has been spending all of her time either at the gym or library. I’ve been leaving her alone in the library, and the few times I followed her to the gym, she just left and did push-ups in her room instead.
I figured she would be cooped up in her room after the disastrous party two weeks ago, but of course, in true Aspen fashion, she does the opposite of what I expect.
Leaning against the cold brick wall, I keep my eyes trained on the entrance of the library. Like the stalker I am, I’m hidden in the shadows. In a corner Aspen won’t see when she walks out.
A few minutes later, she does just that.
With her bag slung over her shoulder, she steps out into the corridor and peeks down both sides before turning her back to me and heading down the hall. Keeping my distance, I follow her, surprised when she walks past the elevator. It doesn’t take me long to realize she is going to the sunroom.
I let her go ahead, walking in after her a few minutes later. I find her sitting with her legs crisscrossed on the grass, her back perched up against a tree. Her bag is sitting next to her, and an open book rests on her lap. With her head down and her nose in the book, her hair falls over her face like a golden waterfall.
Enjoying seeing her peacefully sitting in the sun, I sneak up on her from behind, letting the moment stretch out a little longer. If she wasn’t so immersed in her book, she’d probably have noticed me by now. A faint smile is playing on her lips, and I wonder what she is reading.
Only when I take another step toward her does she turn, and her eyes lift to mine. Her content demeanor falters, and the corners of her mouth pull down into a frown.
“What do you want?”
“A lot of things, but right now, I just want you to come with me so I can have my way with you for an hour.”
She snorts. Fucking snorts.
“I’m done being your plaything. Just leave me alone and find someone else to plague. I’ve had enough of this torment to last me a lifetime.”
“Torment, huh? Maybe I need to remind you of how much you enjoy it when Itormentyou.”
Looking anywhere but at me, she slightly shifts and closes her book. Grabbing her bag, she opens the zipper and shoves the book inside.
“I haven’t bothered you in two weeks. You must miss me by now.”
“You are such a prick! Trust me, I don’t miss getting humiliated in front of the whole school.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure you still miss coming on my dick.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and my hand twitches, wanting to redden her perky little ass again. Shaking my head, I shake the thought away. She doesn’t need a spanking right now. She needs to be reminded of how good I can make her feel.
I catch movement in the distance, and my gaze finds Vito standing on the other side of the large space. He is casually leaning against a tree, taking a bite of an apple while watching us like we’re acting out some soap opera.
Annoyed by his presence, I look back down at Aspen, who is occupied with fighting to get the zipper of her backpack closed. That’s when an idea hits me…
Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here.
I quickly scan the entire sunroom, happy to find only us and Vito.Perfect.
Aspen finally gets her zipper to close and pushes herself off the ground. She slings her bag over her shoulder, ready to walk off when I grip her by her hips and start walking her backward.
“What are you—” Her words cut off when her back contacts the rough bark of the tree. Her breath hitches as she looks up at me in confusion.
“I’m refreshing your memory…” I eat up the distance between us until my body is flush against hers. This close, she has to tilt up her face to look at me.
Sunlight catches in her hazel eyes, and for the first time, I can see all the colors in them, every little speck of blue, brown, and green. Almost like an intricate mosaic, tiny pieces artfully arranged around her iris. I’m so mesmerized by their beauty that for a moment, I forget everything else around us.
“Quinton…” My name falls from her lips like a plea, but I don’t know what she is pleading for.
I’m close enough to feel her breath fan over my skin and smell the feminine scent of her shampoo. Suddenly, I feel drunk, lightheaded even, and all I can think about is tasting her.
“Keep saying my name like that, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from fucking you against this tree.”
