Prey (Primal #1)

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S haun and Callum played pool in the campus headquarters in the basement underneath the Science Library. At the same time, I sat on the leather couch and watched the footage on the flash card from the camera I erected in Riley’s room on my laptop.

Every morning, she got up at 7 AM, put her glasses on, and checked her face and hair in the mirror before heading to the shower room. Annika had good eyesight unless her vision drastically changed in three years, so doubts arose on whether my hunch was wrong. A girl who pretended to be someone else wouldn’t need to keep up the pretense while she was in a room alone while no one was watching.

The other two features that were different were hair and eye color. So far, I hadn’t seen her fiddle with contact lenses or straighten and color her hair. Still, more evidence was needed.

Once classes started, she was in that room less frequently, so I had to skip through hours until she returned. She was always alone; even on campus, she wandered the halls and gardens alone, but yesterday, I spotted her sitting with a girl in the Science Library, only two stories above where I am now.

That’s fine. I’ll allow Riley to have a couple of friends as long as she doesn’t start fucking anyone. I’d consider inflicting punishment as a deterrent on both her and him if I caught her bringing home someone. Anger struck my chest just thinking about it. Fuck, I’d cut his fucking throat, siphon some of his blood, then send it to her as a warning.

If she knew what was good for her, she wouldn’t get romantically involved with anyone except me.

She had noticed me on several occasions, watching her behind a mask in various places on campus, and smiled and waved. Riley was so pretty and sweet, and her face lit up whenever she saw me, as if seeing me made her day. Weird since my original intention was to scare the shit out of her.

Naturally, I couldn’t follow her 24/7 because I had my classes to attend and Kaiser's business to run. It crossed my mind to delegate Shaun and Callum to follow her and take notes, but I’d rather keep her to myself.

The boys hackled when one of them hit the black ball, and I studied them for a few moments because Shaun had been giving me strange vibes like his loyalty might not be as solid as it used to be. The stuff that went down with Riley seemed to sway his balance. He lost interest in fake-friending her because she was boring and was messing up his opportunities to get into the panties of other girls.

Like my father used to say, ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’

I kept scrolling through Riley’s bedroom footage, not finding her behavior suspicious. I paused at my favorite part when she changed into her PJs before bed. She’d lie on her bed and read or scroll on her phone, then roll off and strip her clothes off.

One night, she walked around naked, and I paused and rewound the footage to watch it again as my cock pressed against my zipper. She stood in front of her mirror as I had the perfect angle of her perky butt cheeks. A growl escaped my lips when she started caressing her tits and running her thumbs over the nipples, and I hissed in frustration louder than I intended, and the guys glanced over at me.

“You’re alright, Gun?” Callum yelled out, and I paused the footage and placed the laptop snug over my crotch so they couldn’t see that I was getting off. If they could tell, they’d assume I was watching porn, although classic car porn was more my talent.

“Yeah, just an assignment,” I groaned, slouching further into the couch.

I exhaled to compose myself, then clicked play and got off on the girl getting off. She was still wearing her glasses. I supposed she needed them to see herself in the mirror, but the ‘good girl’ pleasuring herself made it a hundred times hotter.

Then, all my wishes came true when her naughty little hand traveled down her flat stomach to that soft, warm place between her legs. My lips parted as those fingers moved further inside her, then she leaned forward and placed her free hand on the desk to steady herself as her dark hair fell over her face. Damn, I wanted to see erotic elation on her face as she fucked herself.

A second later, and fuck, she was going full banjo, thrusting and grinding, rolling hips, butt cheeks swaying against her fingers. Tits jiggling, thighs contracting, but fuck, I still couldn’t see that pretty face.

“Jeezus fucking Christ,” I murmured as the pressure in my groin built up because it looked like she was about to cum.

With my laptop still strategically placed, I unzipped my jeans, slipped my hand down, and started discreetly rubbing my cock in rhythm to her movements. When I planted the camera in her room, I didn’t expect this because I pictured Riley Laws as a nerdy virgin who viewed masturbation as dirty, but even a geek girl needed to offload her tensions sometimes. I could help her with that.

Then she started grinding faster, practically bouncing against her those fingers, and I wished so hard that I was in that room with my cock in that sweet pussy, pounding the fuck out of her. Pleasuring Riley Laws should be my job. Her butt rolled up and down as I imagined the sweet desperate sounds dropping from those lips as she got closer to coming.

My hand kept up with her pace, stoking my hard as fuck cock as the laptop rocked about on my lap, suppressing my grunts and hisses so the boys wouldn’t notice.

Then her head flicked back, and hair fell away from her face so I could see the final moments in her eyes. But it was only a few seconds because she draped over the desk again, hammering her fingers to get every last bit of heat.

I squirted in my jeans just as she finished off, and I zipped up, glanced at the guy who was too engrossed in the pool game, and wiped my hand on my jeans.

Fuck, I needed her. Now.

Me: Do u want to know why I wear a mask?

While I waited for a reply, I cooled my shit by continuing to check the footage and noticed her schedule change. She returned to her room late at night, around 10 PM, crashed on the bed exhausted, without changing into her PJs, fell asleep quickly, and then got up at 7 AM again to head to the shower room. She’d change into her day clothes in the shower room, so I was disappointed that I couldn’t perv at that hot, little naked body then, too.

The schedule change might be a one-off, but it raised concerns because it was so late in the evening—too late for classes, and she didn’t have any friends to socialize with, so…where did she go? When I broke into her room and took the flash card out, I replaced it with an empty one, so I’ll see in a few days whether late nights will become a regular thing.

“We’re heading to the gym,” Shaun called out, and I cocked my eyebrows as an acknowledgment and scrutinized those two as they strode to the door. Something was bugging me with them, Shain in particular, as if they were keeping secrets from me. Callum was the weaker one. If anyone were going to squeal from a touch of pressure, it’d be him.

My phone beeped, and a smile stretched across my face to see her name on my screen.

Riley: Because you’re a weirdo.

Me: No…yes, but that’s not why I wear a mask.

Riley: lol. Why do u wear it?

Me: My face was badly burned in a house fire.

Riley: Sure.

Damn, she didn’t believe me. I thought it was the perfect story to extract sympathy and admiration, but most all, wet pussy from her. The wounded soldier who carried on despite great difficulties. The Man in the Iron Mask, blah blah.

Me: Would u date a man with a scarred face?

Her reply came quickly, and I was strangely apprehensive about reading it if she turned me down because I didn’t have a plan B yet.

Riley: Yes.

Fuck, so close to getting between those legs, but…what if Riley was Annika, my foster sister. No. She was my ex-foster sister because she fucked us over. This was messing with my head. If I fucked Riley and found out she was Annika, would I care? No. The perspective would change from a nice nerd fuck to an enemy fuck, but no, I wouldn’t care. If Riley were Annika, I’d fuck her raw and then drag her by the hair to Mikky.

But I was getting ahead of myself. Apart from similar features, there was no evidence yet that Riley was Annika. That was why I had to get close to her.

Me: Would u date a man whose face u could never see?

Riley: Why can’t u show me ur face?

Me: It looks bad.

Riley: So?

Me: I don’t want u to see it.

Riley: U want me to date u with your mask on?

Me: At first, until I’m ready to show u.

I sensed her deliberating because it took too long for her to reply. What other options did I have? I had already bugged her room, followed her in my spare time, and came up empty. I’d given her a reason/lie why I wore the mask, so I couldn’t backtrack and invent another lie.

Riley: Tell me ur name so I don’t have to keep calling u Freaky Mask Freak.

Me: Freaky Mask Freak? lol.

Fuck, I needed a name. I scanned the basement for an idea and came up blank, but weirdly, Mikky’s face entered my mind. I couldn’t use the name Mikky, Ronan, or Lars, but Mikky…Mickey…fighter…

Me: Rourke

Riley: Cool name.

Me: Thx. So, dinner with a masked man?

Riley: Yes.

I faltered. My devious plan was falling into place, but what happened from here? Take her out for coffee or dinner while I wear a fucking ski mask. Would the restaurant let me in?

I Googled ‘compression face masks’ for burn victims and found a local store in Gothenburg. This was what I needed. It looked genuine; she wouldn't question it since it was a medical mask.

Even though I wanted to see her now, I needed more time.

Me: What about tonight?

Riley: I can’t. Daytime would be better for a first date.

Me: OK. Make it tomorrow. I’ll get back to u.

Riley: xx

I had no intention of waiting until tomorrow, but if she was going out tonight, I wanted to know where. I’ll let her relax and drop her guard, wait by Hallen Hall for her to leave, and then follow her.