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I suppose I could try and deny that I’m here for him, but he catches my wrist and snatches the phone from my hand. The camera is already on, so he doesn’t need my password to access my photo gallery. Heat shoots up to the tips of my ears. I try to side-step him, run away before I choke on my own embarrassment, but his hand turns into iron around my wrist.
“So, Timothy was right,” he purrs in that calm baritone that has been haunting my dreams for months. “You have been spying on us.” Those slitted eyes flash from the pictures to my face. “On me.”
“She’s always been a lusty one,” Timothy Meyer says with a sneer, appearing behind Declan and propping himself against the doorframe. He’s the guy who’d taken Declan’s place in the shower, his body not as taut, his shoulders small, the tattoo under his belly button making a bad contrast with his cheese-white skin. Not even the towel around his hips makes anywhere close to the same impression. “You wouldn’t think it from the look of her.”
The worst part is that the bastard is right. Puberty hit me like a truck, my hormones morphing into tiny evil villains. But it’s not like just any guy could trigger them. Timothy Meyer should know. He tried his best to get into my pants back in high school, and failed, which is why he’s doing this to me now. Still, the truth is I rarely set my sights on a guy, but when I do, I’m relentless, and my lust becomes a problem. I’ve been trying to get a grip on it by hitting the gym too hard, and ended up skinny as shit, with no curves to entice guys like Declan. Pair my skinny frame with my braces and glasses, and not even cat-shaped blue eyes and shiny black hair can save me.
“A cunning little spy,” Declan says, eyeing me up and down with keen interest. It gives me pause, and I stop breathing. He cocks an eyebrow. “A horny one.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t object to you finger-fucking her right here, against that wall,” Timothy encourages with a lewd glint in his small eyes that are too widely set apart. He grabs his cock through the towel. “I wouldn’t mind watching. We can even take turns.”
“I’m not here because I’m into you, you stupid assholes,” I blurt out. My blood surges, my breathing ragged as Declan’s scent fills my nostrils and my lungs. He’s close, too close.
His lips curling up into that dashing smile of his, Declan leans his head to the side. “No? Then why would you have naked pictures of me on your phone?”
“I can assure you it’s not because I sigh in bed at night for you.” A blatant lie.
That smile remains in place while his hand squeezes my wrist, and his body traps me against the wall. My breathing hitches. We’re now chest to chest, the water on his skin seeping into my oversized black metalhead t-shirt. I can feel the fabric cooling against my body.
“Let me guess,” he purrs. “You were going to upload those pictures. Or spread them around campus, in an attempt to–what?” He laughs, the sound rippling through my veins like a dark promise. “Bully me?” His voice drops, as seductive as the lure of a vampire. “Is that it? You were trying to bully me, Mia Rogers?”
“Y-you know my name?” I stutter.
His voice drops a few tones, pleasant and dangerous like a cool blade pressed to heated skin.
“Of course I do. Your stalking isn’t as subtle as you think. I can feel your eyes on me in class, in the hallways.”
“All eyes are on you in class and in the hallways, not just mine,” escapes from my mouth, and I don’t regret it. I even manage to hold his stare, the most penetrating one I’ve ever seen. This is a good cover, and Imma use it. “You’ve broken many hearts and ruined many reputations, Declan Santori. It was about time someone ruined yours.”
Those eyes, black as tar, keep probing mine before he bursts into laughter, a low sound that vibrates against my ribcage.
“And you thought spreading pictures of my dick was gonna do that?”
My lips press into a hard line as I try my best to hold my ground.
“I hand out dick pics like candy, little spy,” he hums, “and they’re received as such. I might slide one into your DMs, too.” He winks. “If you’re nice.”
I swallow hard, my eyes hanging on his. If I managed to save some face until now, there’s no way he doesn’t see the lust in me now. He presses his body into mine, his cock hard against my lower belly. I gasp at the length of it. Damn, that thing would fill me up like a freaking missile.
“In fact, I have a better idea.” His voice is a low, dangerous invitation. “Come to the frat house party later, and I promise you’ll be the only girl I fuck tonight.” He holds up my phone and winks. “I might even let you film it. Then you can go about destroying my reputation all you want.”
The air between us is scorching hot as we hold each other’s stares. My heart slams like crazy into my chest, reverberating into his, but at least I can blame it on the shock and adrenaline.
He places my phone back into my hand, wraps my fingers around it, and lets go. “Of course, you don’t have to come.” Those dark eyes turn into simmering coals. “But if you do show up, little spy, I’ll know why you’re there.”
He backs away, and it’s all I can do not to slump down by the wall. I can’t let myself collapse in front of him, and even less in front of that bastard Timothy, who’s still cupping his cock, stroking it limply. His mouth twists in disappointment that he won’t be watching me get finger-fucked by the wall, and maybe be the next to do it.
There’s a wicked look in his eyes that tells me he hasn’t given up on that prospect yet, and he won’t anytime soon.
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