Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
I woke up in a puddle of sweat and with another fucking hard-on.
Thank God Niko barged into my room and threw a bucket of ice water on me just for fun—effectively killing the tent—or we would’ve had a problem.
The headache is getting worse despite the painkillers I took. My hand wound still throbs and my jaw aches so bad, it was impossible to eat, so I only had coffee and a strawberry for breakfast.
This is one of those days where I wish I hadn’t chosen overachiever, A+ student as my mask, because every single person is pissing me the fuck off.
As soon as I walk into the lecture hall, I’m once again surrounded by my classmates, as if they’re bees and I’m damn fucking honey. They’re all buzzing and talking nonstop around me once I take my seat, and I just want them to shut the fuck up already. All their blabbering is causing my head to pound worse.
“Where were you last night, Gaz?” a guy whose name I’ve forgotten asks.
A brunette slides to my side, shoving her tits against my arm. Morgan. I only remember because I fucked her a few times and she always brings one of her friends to join. A booty call of sorts.
She grins up at me, her mouth too big for her pretty face, and the lack of symmetry bugs me. “I thought we’d have one of those fun study nights.”
Fun, as in I’d fuck her and her friend while they pretend to kiss and lick each other’s pussies to turn me on.
It never really works.
I only get hard on demand.
Except for last night, a demon whispers from the void, and I’m about to gag him bondage style.
I smile and slightly shift away. “Next time, beautiful.”
She blushes, but she still doesn’t remove her tits and even slides them up and down my arm, and I want to break her fucking neck.
I don’t usually get this prickly about people touching me. Yes, I hate it, but I can manage to mask it so well, no one can tell.
Right now, however, I struggle not to shove her away. I lift my thumb to my mouth, slightly flick it at the corner, then drop it back down when my phone buzzes on the table.
Cherry
Hi, handsome
Would you look at that. My brother’s ex-fuck buddy, who sucked my cock just to continue chasing him.
She was so ready to ride my cock as well, but I happen to draw the line at sharing holes with my brother. It’d be nice to mess with him, though.
Pretty sure he has a girl he’s been stalking at the neighboring Royal Elite University. Now, if both she and Cherry could make it to the initiation, how entertaining would that be?
Not as entertaining as Vaughn and Yulian—the latter of whom won’t refuse an invitation if given one—but close enough.
As the others keep buzzing around me, I reply to Cherry.
Me
Hi, beautiful. Miss your face.
Cherry
Not more than me. I get so wet thinking of your huge cock every night and I have to use this toy I got. It’s not as big as you, though *pouting GIF*
Ew.
You’re killing me. I’m getting hard in class.
Nope. My dick is as dead as a corpse, actually.
Yum.
Listen. You know there’s that initiation coming up, right? Want to join?
OMG, really?
What a tool. She must think I’m a simp who’s drooling over her and she can use me as she sees fit. In fact, Cherry has been hinting at the initiation for a while. Only an idiot wouldn’t notice her blatant attempts to get invited.
Really. Tell you what, I’ll even protect you and make sure you get to the finish line. How does that sound?
Sounds amazing! You’re the best.
Don’t go stating the obvious now.
“…what do you think, Gaz?”
I lift my head at Morgan’s voice—who’s still rubbing her tits all over me.
The shirt will be burned later.
“Depends, really,” I say, even though I have no clue what the fuck they’re talking about.
“I mean, he has a great reputation.” One of the guys, Meyers, picks up the conversation. “And since criminal law is an important part of the core curriculum, this will be fun.”
“Heard he’s hot as fuck,” a girl chimes in. “I call dibs.”
“Get in line,” her friend says.
“I’m the one who shared the information about him first,” Morgan protests.
Ah. The professor.
I swear to fuck I lose brain cells whenever I listen to their gossip.
Whoever this professor is, they’ll fall under my spell like the lot of them. I’m charming, smart, and an A+ student, which is porn for professors. But, like, professionally.
None of my classmates even try to beat me in grades anymore. Not even Zara Jones, Morgan’s friend and the only one who’s now talking about the Professor’s good reputation instead of how hot he is.
Zara, like everyone, learned she’ll never reach my level. What’s effortless for me is something she and the others can only achieve if they study day and night.