by J. L. Beck
Shit, that I believe. He could fuck this up for me. Something I worked so hard for. This scholarship means everything to my family and me. I won’t ever get a chance like this again. A chance for a better life.
Shivering, I swallow down my fear and stop myself from thinking on it any further. I can do this. I can do what he wants so he’ll leave me alone. With shaking hands, I reach for my shirt, lifting the hem, I pull it up and over my head. The cold air of the room makes contact with my skin, and I consider tugging the thing back down, but the way Warren is looking at me now, tells me he has very little patience left.
Next is the button on my jeans. I flick it, listening as the pop resonates through the room, then I slide them down my legs slowly, telling myself, he’s not really here, and I’m just wearing a bikini. Tears prick my eyes as I stand before him in my underwear, my body on display to him. A boy I used to think was my everything, my knight, until he turned into the cruel monster that he is today.
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” A vicious grin that could only be described as Satan smiling at you, graces his lips.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused while doing my best not to give away how afraid of him and this situation I am. There is no reasoning with Warren, no understanding him. It’s clear he wants something from me or at least wants me to pay for something I’ve done, but what is that something? A question pricks my tongue, and just as I’m about to give voice to my thoughts, he clears his throat.
“Bra and panties off. Then, I want you to go over to the bed, crawling on your hands and knees. Lie on your back and close your eyes.”
Shaking like a leaf in the summer breeze, I chew on my lip, “Warren…”
“Do it,” he growls. That lean but athletic body of his vibrates with uncontrolled chaos, and I know if I object, all hell will break loose. Part of me wants to see him lose control while the other is scared of it.
Right now, I think the scared part wins, so tucking my tail between my legs, I slip my fingers into the side of my panties and shove them down, watching as they fall to the floor.
Without looking up, I unsnap my bra and toss it down as well. Then like a dog, I drop to my knees, the coldness of the floor against my skin makes me wince, but I bite the inside of my cheek to hide the sound. I refuse to give him any more leverage, to let him know how scared I am.
Crawling across the floor, I can feel his eyes on me. As wrong as it is, and as slimy as I feel about it, my insides clench at the uncertainty of what may happen. My core pulses with need, and I want to tell my stupid hormones to go away, that they don’t understand the person they’re reacting to is fucked up and crazy.
Reaching the bed, I pause, can I really do this? Can I swallow my pride and let him use my body just to keep him happy and keep my scholarship safe?
“Don’t tempt me, Harper. Please don’t fucking tempt me.” Warren’s voice is cold and downright sinister. A chill of terror blankets my body, and I obey him. Crawling up onto the mattress, I lie down on my back. Exhaling a ragged breath, I close my eyes and say a silent prayer. When I hear his footsteps echoing off the floor, I start to shake.
What sick and twisted thing is he going to do?
“I used to think the world of you, Harper, that you were it for me. That you were this perfect little thing…” His fingers trail over my skin, and I flinch, wanting to open my eyes and see what he’s doing.
“I don’t understand…” I respond without thinking.
“Shhh, I didn’t tell you to speak,” Warren whispers, and I can feel his hot breath against my face. A second later, I feel him pushing my thighs apart. My body hums, heat pulses in my pussy, and radiates outward. This is wrong. You don’t want him, I want to scream to my body, but it’s already betrayed me.
“Spread your thighs and keep them spread. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t.” I don’t need him to tell me. The warning is clear enough. Trailing his fingers down between my breasts, I wait with bated breath for his next move. I’m completely exposed, a fallen angel lying at the devil’s feet.
Rolling my nipple between two fingers, he causes both pain and pleasure to zing through me. I inhale sharply, and whimper as he releases my breast and does the same to the other.
“You’re a filthy fucking girl, and even though you’ve been bad and definitely don’t deserve my tongue, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to show you what you could’ve fucking had…” I let my eyes flutter open just in time to see him dropping to his knees before me. His fingers bite into my ass as he lifts me, bringing my pussy to his mouth as if I’m a steak and he hasn’t eaten in months.
At the first touch of his tongue against my clit, I whimper. At the second touch, I squirm, and by the third lick, I’m fighting for breath. The man is starving, feasting on me, and no matter how wrong this is, I don’t want him to stop.
Sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves, he makes my body hum and my head spin. I can’t comprehend what is up or down with his tongue against my pussy.
“So delicious...almost sweet,” he growls against my wet folds, and I swear his voice could be as good as Roger my vibrator.
“Oh… Oh…” I fist the sheets, thrashing against them like a helpless animal that’s being sacrificed.
His tongue starts to move faster, flicking my clit hard, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the scream that threatens to escape. Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I can feel it pulsing, building up, the pressure becoming too much.
“Warren…” I scream his name as I fall apart. Light flashes before my eyes and my hips lift. I feel nothing and everything all at once. There is a buzzing in my ears, and as I drift down from my high, I find Warren is no longer between my legs but standing. The juices of my release coat his lips, and this strange, twisted part of me wants to kiss him. To taste myself on his lips.
“Keep your legs fucking closed. Your pussy is mine to eat, fuck, and play with, no one else better touch you. I’ll kill them and make you watch.”
He can’t be serious, but judging by the look in his eyes, he is. My gaze drifts down to his crotch, a significant bulge remains there. I wonder if he’s going to find some girl to suck him off or go back to wherever it is he stays and fuck some random chick. The thought hurts me more than I want to admit.
“Until next time,” he smiles and walks to the door. Once he’s gone, I remain on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There are a thousand emotions lying dormant inside me, a million thoughts swirling, but all I can think about is… why does he hate me so much? What did I do to him?
Flipping the page of the textbook, I try my best to follow what professor Brice is saying. I’ve always been good in school, straight A student and all. I got here on an academic scholarship after all, but with everything going on, my mind is just too busy to concentrate on school. It’s like I’m developing a form of ADHD which I’ve never had in my life.
Warren hasn’t only gotten under my skin, he has weaseled his way into every part of my life, my every thought, even my dreams at night. There is no escaping him, which was his plan all along.
“Hey,” the guy sitting two seats down from me calls, trying to get my attention. He’s been staring at me for the better part of an hour, but even that is easily forgotten with Warren invading my mind. I pin the scrawny guy with a glare, wondering what the hell he wants from me. Doesn’t my face say it enough: don’t talk to me.
“What?” I ask in a harsher tone than necessary.
“Aren’t you, Harper?”
“Yeah, that’s my name. Do I know you?”
Leaning in a little closer so no one else can hear, he asks, “No, but James told me what you do… that ah, you know… for twenty dollars.”
Huh? It takes me a moment to let his words sink in and understand who and what he is talking about. James? He must be the guy from the party, and true to his word, he is spreading rumors about me. Great, that explains why Warren told me to keep my legs closed. He probably heard the
same rumor and assumes the worst. Of course, he does…
“Listen, the truth is James asked me to suck him off. I agreed, you know just for fun, not for money because I’m not a whore. But when he got his dick out, it was just so small, I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, seriously, it was the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen. Probably considered a micro-penis.” The guy’s mouth pops open, shock riddling his features. “So that’s why he started the rumor about me giving him a blow job for cash because he’s just mad and embarrassed that he has such a small penis, and I laughed.”
“Well, I don’t have a small penis. So, will you give me a blow job? You know, just for fun?” His cheeks redden, and I can tell this isn’t something he does often. Nonetheless, he’s being a douchebag by asking me to suck his dick as if this is a damn service I’m running.
“No,” I snap, and return my eyes back to my book.
What an ass.
Ten minutes later, Professor Brice dismisses the class, and I quickly gather my stuff and shove it in my backpack. Without looking at the guy again, I scurry out of the room and down the hall. Thank god this was my last class for the day because I can’t wait to get home and just relax. There are way too many things on my mind right now.
My walk to the apartment is short and uninterrupted, and I use the time to try and clear my head. The clearing of my head was pointless though, because as soon as I walk up to my apartment door, I immediately know that something is wrong.
I know for a fact that I locked my door this morning. I always double and triple check to make sure the doors are locked. You can never be too sure in this neighborhood. Taking in that the door is cracked open a few inches, I know someone broke in.
Like the idiot I am, I don’t call the cops or think about calling anyone at all because let’s be honest, who would care anyway? Taking a cautious step forward, I push the door open and peer into my tiny apartment.
My heart is racing in my chest so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape. I take a couple calming breaths in an attempt to get my breathing under control and in turn, my heart rate.
Stay calm. I tell myself and try and rationalize the situation. Who would break into my apartment? Don’t they know I don’t own anything of importance?
Holding my breath, I listen for any noise, maybe the intruder is still here. Panic seizes me, and I almost take a step back out of instinct. No. This is my home. This is all I have. Calming myself once more and after a short while of not hearing anything, I step closer, crossing the threshold and stepping into the room.
Like a detective, my eyes scan the room for any details. The books on my small bookshelf above the bed have been knocked down, the bed that was made up this morning is disheveled, and the drawers of my dresser are all opened with the contents poured out on the floor. It doesn’t look like anything is missing, but like someone went through all my stuff. Shutting the door behind me, I close myself inside the room.
Who would want to hurt me?
Warren. Of course, he would do something like this. Ever since my first day here, he’s tried to scare me into leaving. I’ll bet this was nothing more than another tactic to get me to leave. Ha, jokes on him. I’m not going anywhere. I wasn’t before, but I’m definitely not now.
7
Warren
“What do you need this info for anyway?” Damon questions, curiously. His mom works in the administration office, so I had him go in and get all the info on Harper for me. It would’ve been easier had I asked Parker, but that would mean talking to him about Harper, and I’m not ready to do that yet.
“Don’t ask questions, just give me the fucking papers I asked for.” He hands me the papers, and I snatch them from his hand, almost ripping them. Right then and there, I start to read over the information. I’m only a couple sentences in when I realize Damon is still standing there, his eyes trained on me.
“What?” I bark, on the verge of losing my temper.
“I was just wondering who she was? I know her name is Harper, but…” The rest of the words never get a chance to pass his lips because my hand wraps around his throat, cutting off his words and air. When it comes to Harper, I’ll hurt anyone I have to. The only person that is going to own her, or hurt her, is me.
Getting right in his face, I snarl, “Don’t fucking say her name. Don’t even think about her. Forget I even had you do this for me because if you don’t, I’ll make you forget.”
Damon’s eyes bulge out of his face, and he somehow manages to nod his head. Releasing him with a shove that sends him staggering backward, I fist the paper in my other hand and turn and start walking away. Once I reach the mess hall, I lean against the cold brick and uncrumple the paper. As I read over the information, a smile forms on my lips.
This is the exact ammunition I needed to trap her and keep her right where I want. By living off-campus, she’s violating her scholarship. According to this paper, she gets money specifically for campus housing, but she has been misusing those funds, living in that shitty apartment instead… Oh, things aren’t looking good for my girl.
My girl. I scoff at the thought. She is mine, but she isn’t a girl, she is all woman now. I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her that I know her secret.
Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I pull up her class schedule. She is about to get off for the rest of the day. I have another late class, but I can skip it and still manage to pass. I’m already getting A.
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I walk across campus to the science lab. I’m barely around the corner in the hallway, when I hear Harper’s voice echo through the hall. She is standing right outside of class, Easton is with her. His back is to me, but I know it’s him from his coat, hair, and the way he carries himself. They are talking, then he says something to make her laugh.
Jealousy burns through me like a hot iron. I’m a few feet in front of them when Harper looks up, her eyes meet mine, and instantly her smile fades away, a deep frown appearing instead. Easton turns and sees me coming, he nods, but then takes in my angry face. The fucker has the audacity to roll his eyes at me. Shaking his head, he takes a step away from her.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Warren. We’re just talking about class,” Easton says when I’m close enough. Easton better be glad he’s my friend and roommate, otherwise, I’d rip him apart like a dog protecting its bone.
Giving him a bored expression, I say, “Didn’t I tell you not to talk to her at all? I know you, Easton. I know you don’t just talk to a girl.”
“God, first Parker, now you,” he shakes his head. “What is this world coming to?”
Ignoring his stupid comment, I wrap my fingers around Harper’s wrist and pull her away from Easton and down the hall with me. To my utter shock, she follows me without a word, that is, until we are outside and away from any listening ears. Then with a tug, she pulls her arm out of my grip.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m seriously starting to think you need some medical attention. First, you follow me, stalk me, and humiliate me. Then you break into my apartment, destroying the place, and now you won’t even let me talk to people? I’m done with your mind games, Warren.”
Out of everything that she says, the only thing I pick up on is that she says someone has broken into her apartment. Seeing red, I grab her by the chin, watching as she winces and tries to pull from my hold.
“Did you just say someone broke into your place?” The rational part of me says who cares, but the part of me that owns her, screams mine. If someone is breaking into her apartment, that means they’re trying to take what is mine, and no fucking way is that happening.
Breaking out of my hold, Harper staggers back, anger pooling in her hazel depths, “Don’t play stupid. I know it was you. You’re the only one that would try and hurt me.”
I tip my head back, and a humorless laugh escapes, “How would me coming to your apartment when you’re not there benefit me? Plus, let’s be real. To get in your apartment, I wouldn’t have
to break-in. I’d just knock on the door, and you’d let me in.”
“You’re mental and should definitely be institutionalized. I know you want me to leave, but what you are doing now is kind of mental. To break-in, and go through my stuff, don’t you think that’s unhinged at all?”
I give her a second to gather her wits, but then she starts spouting off again, “I mean, of course, you wouldn’t think that because you did it,” she snarls the last few words.
Having had enough of being accused of something I definitely didn’t do. I grab her by the waist and pull her to my body. My heart beats heavy in my chest when her hands press against it. It feels like forever since I kissed her lips, ones I want to bite and fuck again.
Whispering against her skin, “I didn’t fucking break into your apartment. I’m fucking crazy, yes, but I’m not stupid. I don’t do stuff unless it benefits me, and this definitely doesn’t.”
Harper’s gaze widens at my confession, and I practically see her pulse jump in her throat. Slowly, she pieces the puzzle together, “But if… If you didn’t, then…”
I nod. “That’s right if it wasn’t me, then someone else did… Which means you won’t be staying in that shithole anymore.”
“You don’t get to decide where I stay,” she snaps, trying to step away from me, but I’m faster and stronger. Grabbing her by the hip, I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder like a rag doll. As soon as she realizes what’s happening, her mouth starts running. “Are you fucking kidding me? Let me down!”
Her small fists pound against my back, but they don’t hurt. It’s cute that she thinks hitting me will make me put her down.
“Stop your bellyaching. I’m basically doing you a favor. Think of it like the golden days, when I let you and your parents stay in the mansion with us.”
“I hate you. I hate you so much.” She seethes, continuing to beat against my back with a furious rage. “This is kidnapping!” I carry her with ease to the car, never missing a beat. My dick gets hard as I cop a feel of her ass cheek, which is right next to my face. Plump, and perfect for slapping… I want to bury my face in between her creamy thighs again. Lick her from one hole to the other and then fuck her in both.
