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I pass by her and her girlfriends with a laugh that fills the hallway, strutting down among the gaping students like I own the place. On the inside, it’s another story. My heart beats like a rabbit’s, and I try not to meet any of the stares that try to pin me down.
But there’s one that can’t be ignored, twice as nasty as Gertrude’s because it’s accompanied by a lecherous smile when it blocks my way.
Dogg Wilson’s.
There’s a rabid look in his eye as if to honor his nickname. The thirst of a drained vampire at the sight of a pulsing jugular. I try to veer out of his way, but his arm slams against the wall, blocking my way.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the new campus queen of fuckery. Afterparty Justine.” He tsks, looking me up and down with an oily expression on his face. “Well, you made it, Justine. You’re popular. Everyone wants a piece of you now.” He leans in so close that I can smell the mint on his breath. “Pun intended.” A wink. “And myself included. When Sade is done with you, I’m next. So make sure you keep that pussy nice and warm for me. I don’t care if it’s still filled with Sade's cum either. It would be a good reminder of how much of a whore you are.”
My chin trembles, and this time it’s more than just rage. It’s frustration. Powerlessness.
I may be under Sade protection, but for how long? After the encounter just a few minutes ago, and her glare still denting my back, Gertrude is no doubt gonna make sure she’s the one satiating him soon enough. And when he’s bored of me and married to Gertrude there will be no one to save me from the likes of Dogg. Other guys may be holding back now because they’re scared of Sade, but when his wing of protection lifts, they’re going to rend me like fucking hyenas. They’re already circling. Their gazes devour Dogg and me, not least of all because he makes it look like we’re having an intimate conversation.
My fingers curl around the edges of my bag. Fuck, I hate feeling like a helpless schoolgirl.
“Let me pass,” I say through tight lips.
But he only steps closer, making himself even more comfortable.
“First things first, Afterparty Justine. I was thinking, since you’re gonna end up whoring yourself to all the rich guys on campus anyway, how about you whet their appetite first? I mean, that Dean Rowland might be a kissass and a limp dick and all, but he did a fine job with that video he shared. It made the rounds in almost all the chat groups on campus, you know?” Another wink, and I can see the delight in it. Nausea rises up my throat. This bastard is going to enjoy shattering what’s left of me to pieces once Sade is done ruining me.
“Sade made that first video disappear,” he explains, “because it was Dean who uploaded it. But if you send one yourself...” He lifts his eyebrows slowly, making a point. “I would pay really well for it.”
Rage is strangling me at this point. I tighten my lips so hard they hurt, and I’m pretty sure my lipgloss can’t hide how white they are either.
“Getting it up has become an expensive business for you, huh?”
I hold his stare to see the surprise in his eyes, and then the understanding of what he just heard. His mouth opens and his too-tan face lengthens by the second. This is too good. I know I might be digging my own grave, but hurting him, even if just a little, is too satisfying.
“So unless you want everyone to know what a hard time you have getting it up–pun intended–you better keep your nasty self away from me.”
This is the point where I should bypass him and strut away, just like I did with Gertrude. Maybe it’s the unexpected grin that lifts up the corners of his mouth in a way that’s too much, like a clown’s, that keeps me in place. Cold sweat breaks out down my back. There’s something in the way he looks at me, not danger or power or even torturous lust like in Sade’s sunset gaze, but degeneracy and something foul. My nostrils flare, as if they’d catch a smell, but all they register is expensive cologne.
“You shouldn’t go around poking at the big dogs, girl.” He bites out that last word. “You won’t always have Sade’s protection, and things could go really bad for you when he kicks you to the curb–after he fucks your ass until taking cock will go as smoothly as it does for your pussy.” He opens his mouth to continue, but a woman clears her throat behind him.
His jaw tightens, cursing under his breath before he starts to turn around. Slowly, making a point of his own importance.
“Intimidating girls in the hallways, Mr. Wilson?” Eva says, her chin high, her arms folded across her chest. “How junior high twenty-ten.”
She stands so tall, she seems larger than life. That’s the thing about Professor Eva Brannan, she takes over a room like a boss, despite her youth and lithe frame. The woman was born to rein in rogue bastards like Dogg, especially when in an all-dark suit with jacket over turtleneck, pencil skirt that showcases her calves, and pumps. The outfit offsets her pin-straight silver hair that’s pulled back in a bun, her pale skin and those clear blue eyes that I’m sure could laser through any lie.
Dogg merely inspects her at first, but his arm does drop from the wall, and my shoulders sag in relief. With his attention now focused on Eva, I can at least breathe. Finally, he turns his back to me, completely interested in her now.
“As is hallway policing, teach,” he says, passing her by. “Like you pointed out, this is college. We’re all adults here.”
He looks down her frame like he would at a piece of ass, trying to reduce her to that. Then, Eva does that thing that only Eva knows how to do.
She turns her head, ever so slowly, and returns the look in kind. I’m sure I’m not the only one holding their breath in the hallway. Dogg’s shoulders tighten, and I think the bastard is surprised.
“Indeed, Mr. Wilson. We’re all adults, and adults suffer adult consequences,” she drawls.
Dogg inspects her incredulously for another few seconds before he bursts into forced laughter, pretty much the way Gertrude did with me earlier. A laughter that says, ‘Yeah, as if anything could touch me.’ He is, after all, a King. He holds up as his hands in a mock-surrender gesture, everything in his attitude screaming that he’s doing us both a favor by just turning around and leaving. As if he’s letting it slide this time.
Eva releases the breath she’s been holding, even though she’s far less obvious than me. Winding an arm around my shoulders, she leads me away towards the library, nice little reading alcoves lining the hallway that runs along it. That’s where we’re sure to find Annie, and where Mel usually joins us, too.
“Nasty piece of work, that Wilson bastard,” she says under her breath. Students pretend to be going about their business as we walk by, but we both know better.
“Yeah,” I breathe, trying to ban the echo of his words from my head, but it’s hard with the ache of Sade’s fuckery between my legs.
