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“You’re so good at this. Is sucking me in like a vacuum cleaner making you wet, doll?”
She moans a yes around my shaft.
“As much as touching myown fucking brotherdid?” There’s an edge to my voice.
She knows why.
It was my plan, and a good one at that: pretend we were gonna bang, let Marius sneak out. Astor would have met up with us, they’d exchange IDs, credit cards, and Marius would have driven back up to Thorn Falls and laid low for a couple of days. Astor has the same height and build, I made sure Marius dressed like him too. As far as anyone is concerned, we would have been a happy throuple on vacation. She played her part well to make it believable.
That’s not the problem. The issue is, she’s mine, and she doesn’tact like it.I know she wanted Marius.
My slutty little doll loves pushing it. She wants to be played with. Touched. Fucked. Byeveryone.
It works. She’s a sex addict, I have a high libido. I know I’m enough to satisfy her. But there’s no denying that if I let her, she’d bend over and let the entire student body run a train on her.
But I won’t. There’s no universe where anyone else is ever going to touch Daisy again and live to tell the tale.
“More,” she whimpers, because she knows what’s good for her.
I know she’s lying. As far as she’s concerned, the only thing better than one cock is two. Still, I praise her.
I know better than to ignore what it takes for her to deny her own nature for my sake.
She’s faithful, although she doesn’t quite understand why I need her to be. I’m not a serial killer, even if I don’t quite understand why I shouldn’t slice the throat of all the fuckers who deserve it.
We damn well deserve recognition for our efforts.
“That’s what I thought. Climb over my cock, doll.”
78
MARIUS
Ifrown at the text request from my brother: “Check the dorm’s working logs.”
That’s words, that seem put together in a random order. Am I supposed to understand that code? I get up, and try to call him, but it goes straight to voicemail.
And then I understand.
The dorm? What dorm, his, the Shark House? And working logs…
Then, as I look at the sleeping girl against my side, my brain connects the dots.
Holy shit.
I’m not sure whether I should be impressed with my little brother for thinking about it, or feel like a complete idiot for not having done it before.
Someone got into Sarah’s room undetected, and while the security isn’t all that at the dorms, with thousands of students going in and out every day, there is no denying that the easiest way someone could have walked in there without arousing any suspicion would be someone hired to work there.
How didMarkusthink of it? I decide it doesn’t matter.
I’m reluctant to leave the bed. Sarah had an emotional day, and I fucked her hard. I’d hate for her to wake up and find me gone. More to the point…I just don’t want to. But at this time of the night, I doubt I could speak to anyone I need to contact in any case. So instead, I contact both my PI and the faculty via email.
I’m not certain Markus is on the right track, but that’s one stone I don’t think any of us have turned over, and it feels possible.
I’m too restless to sleep, the wheels turning in my mind, so I’m still awake when I receive a lengthy email from Morgan.
I had your brother on the phone earlier, but as you weren’t there, I figured I’d let you know: the stalker tried to post videos of Sarah, from before she arrived here, I think. I uploaded them on our secure server, where I sent you the others earlier, so you can see. I stopped it. But get this: the person was in Thorn Falls at the time. Around 2 o’clock today. Then they drove off when they hit my blocks, traveling to LA.
