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“None of your business.” I hold the door open, not wanting to be alone in the room with him. “Now, get out.”
He exhales and stretches out on my bed.
I grind my teeth. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Enjoying the vibe,” he says sarcastically. “You’re so fucking straight and boring.”
“You went through my things.” It’s a statement not a question. Of course, he did. Except he won’t have found the things I don’t want him to because they’re locked in my lockbox, and I have the key on me.
He says nothing, and I push the door wider. “Leave. Now.”
He gets off my bed where he’s been lazing and walks by me. He pauses as he meets me in the doorway. Leaning in, he inhales deeply.
“You stink of sex. Been playing with your pussy?”
“Get. Out.” I’m seething. I almost want to tell him Tino has been the one to play with it, but I don’t.
Instead, I aim for a mysterious Mona Lisa smile as he stares at me.
Let him wonder.
“Do you need help with it?” he asks.
His arrogant sneer makes me want to smack him.
“Trust me, Dom. If you were the last man on Earth, and I hadn’t sex for a thousand years, I still wouldn’t want you anywhere near me.”
He leans in close and shocks me when he bites the shell of my ear. It’s gentle, only a nip, but it’s fucked up and weird.
“Whatever, Duchess. We’ll see, now, won’t we?” Then he’s gone, and I collapse on my bed, a shaking, mixed up mess.
I need to change my lock and never forget to double check my door again.
Chapter 17
Mackenzie
Two days pass before I see Tino again. Unfortunately, I see a lot of Dom, and some of Kirill, and I’ve been trying to avoid them both like the plague. Tino seems to have dropped off the face of the Earth.
I haven’t been sleeping well. Nightmares have been plaguing my dreams. I don’t know if it’s the encounter with Tino that’s brought everything back up in my subconscious or the fight with Dom, but I’ve been stabbing people over and over in my sleep. Each time, I burst awake, gasping for breath and covered in sweat, and I have to get up and distract myself with some yoga or a shower before I stop shaking.
I can’t help wondering if Tino is avoiding me. We haven’t exchanged numbers, so I’m not expecting him to text me, but I’m sure he could find me on Snapchat or something, if he wanted. Hell, he could just come to my room. There are plenty of ways he could see me again, but he doesn’t, and his silence is deafening.
It does occur to me that we’re not living in the dark ages, and, as a modern woman, there’s nothing to stop me seeking him out, but I don’t want to look desperate. As a modern woman, I can also have a random sexual encounter without expecting there to be a follow-up.
I finally see him three days after our tryst. I’m in the cafeteria when he arrives. My heart speeds up. I wonder if he’ll be attentive the way he was before. Will he come over and sit with me? I’m alone because Camile is working on an essay this lunchtime, and, despite a few friendly conversations, I haven’t managed to make any other friends.
Tino glances around the room. I stiffen in anticipation as his gaze lands on me, but it sweeps past like a searchlight. He grins and heads across the room to sit with Dom and Verity.
A sour taste in my mouth takes hold. He didn’t even smile at me.
I can’t bring myself to eat anything. My stomach is a knot, and I feel excruciatingly on display. I keep my head down and get the hell out of there.
The afternoon passes slowly and, by the time I finally head back to my room, I’m feeling sorry for myself.
“Hey, Duchess.” I turn at the deep voice.
Tino lounges against the wall by the entrance to the gymnasium. I haven’t been in there yet. He’s wearing gym gear, and I can’t help my gaze flicking to the front of his gray sweatpants. The shape of a semi is shadowed beneath the material, and I catch my breath. A heated tingle floods between my thighs as the image of his fully erect, pierced cock jumps into my head. I see myself on my knees while he thrusts between my lips, and I can practically taste him on my tongue.
