Seven
Remington
I ’ve been more of a dick to everyone around me after I woke up to an empty bed yesterday. I should be relieved that she didn’t want to stay to cuddle or whatever it is that chicks want in the mornings. Instead, I’m pissed that she left without a word. She had the audacity to leave me . Anger bubbles to the surface when I think about her, no doubt telling her little friends that she left me high and dry.
Nix fished her phone from the pool, droplets cascading off its sleek surface. The water damage rendered it useless, leaving me with no way to track her down. My obsession with her gnaws at me, a relentless itch I can’t scratch. She keeps slipping through my fingers, always one step ahead.
I’ve never met a girl who didn’t instantly fall to their knees for me. That is part of her allure.
The challenge.
The chase.
I can’t deny the primal hunger that surges within me—a need to dominate her, to possess her entirely, until my essence is imprinted on her soul.
“Remy, I hooked my computer to the phone and was able to get some info from it. I’m trying to get through the password protected files now,” Nix hands me a note with her full name. Fallon Monroe. Seeing her name sends adrenaline coursing through my body.
“Why do you even want anything to do with this chick?” he questions. He knows me. He knows I never go back for more.
“Because she decided to play with fire, and now it’s time for her to be burned,” I smirk as I jump up from the couch and head toward the door. Nix follows, a skeptical look on his face.
“Remy, are you sure about this? You’re acting weird, man. This girl’s got you all twisted up.”
I pause, the weight of his words sinking in. He’s right. Fallon is different. I never cared about the girls I used, they were just fleeting distractions. But Fallon… she has gotten under my skin. The thought of her consumes me, and I hate that she has this power over me. It’s infuriating and exhilarating all at once. I need to control her, to make her mine, but a part of me wonders if I’m the one being controlled.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I lie, pushing the doubts aside. “Let’s go.”
Nix sighs, but doesn’t argue further. We head out, the campus eerily quiet on a Sunday morning. My mind races with thoughts of Fallon Monroe. I imagine her on her knees in front of me, her defiance melting away, replaced by a raw, undeniable connection. The thought of her whimpers, the way she surrendered to the moment, sends a shiver down my spine.
No matter how much I want it to be, it isn’t just about the physical. There is something deeper, something that makes me want to understand her, to break through her defenses, to see the real Fallon. It’s a dangerous game, one that could consume us both.
As we walk through the deserted campus, I can’t shake the feeling that this is more than just a pursuit. It’s a battle for control, and I’m determined to come out on top.
We reach the admissions office, and I peer through the glass doors. Locked, as expected. I pull out my phone, dialing the only person I know that can help.
“Hey, it’s Remy. I need a favor,” I say, when the line connects. “Yeah, I need access to the admissions records. Can you get me in?”
There’s a pause on the other end before a reluctant agreement. “Fine, but this is you cashing in.”
“Deal,” I reply, hanging up. I turn to Nix with a grin. “We’re in.”
We wait in the shadows, keeping an eye out for any campus security. After a few tense minutes, a figure approaches and unlocks the door. It’s Jake, a tech-savvy senior who owes me a favor for getting the Dean off his back for hacking into the student portal to change grades. Admittedly, he was doing it for a member on the swim team so they didn’t get booted, persuading me to use my power to get him off the hook.
“You’re lucky I like you, Remy,” Jake mutters as he pushes the door open. “You have ten minutes.”
“Thanks, man,” I reply, slipping inside with Nix. The office is dimly lit, rows of filing cabinets and computers lining the walls. Jake heads straight for the computers and starts typing furiously.
“What’s the name?” he asks.
“Fallon Monroe,” I snap, making him stop to look at me.
“What?” I bark. Without answering, Jake continues his incessant typing.
“Got it. She’s a freshman, majoring in Psychology. Dorms in Willowbrook Hall, room 514.”
I grab a piece of paper and jot down the details. “Perfect. Thanks.” He gives me a wary look. “I assume you want everything in here?” he asks.
“Email it,” I demand. He opens his mouth to say something then snaps it back shut.
“Spill it,” I grit.
“It’s just, this isn’t like you. What are you up to?” My hand curls around Jake’s throat. He may be older but I’m bigger, and this little geek is about to get on my wrong side.
“This doesn’t concern you. I have the information, so you are no longer needed.” He nods, then drops to the floor after I release my grip.
As we step back into the sunlight, I feel a surge of determination. Fallon Monroe might have gotten away twice, but not this time. She can’t hide from me.
With the information in hand, I head straight for Willowbrook Hall. Nix trails behind, clearly uneasy with my plan. I can’t blame him, this isn’t exactly my usual style. But Fallon has stirred something in me that I can’t ignore. My phone dings with the email from Jake. I’ll dive into that later. Right now I need to see her.
We reach the dorms and I take a moment to compose myself. Room 514. I knock on the door, my heart pounding in my chest. There’s no answer. I knock again, louder this time.
Finally, the door opens a crack and a girl peers out. It’s not Fallon, but her roommate, judging by the look of surprise on her face. I think I remember her from the party a couple nights ago.
“Can I help you?” she asks, eyeing me warily.
“I’m looking for Fallon Monroe,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is she here?”
The girl shakes her head. “No, she’s not here right now.”
“I’m Remy,” I reply, leaning against the door, not offering any more information than necessary. “Do you know when she’ll be back?”
She hesitates, then shrugs. “I know who you are and she didn’t say. Maybe later this evening.”
I nod, trying to hide my frustration. “I’ll come back later.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. She isn’t interested in you.” The girl begins to close the door, but I slam it open. A startled cry falls from her lips.
“What the hell is going on?” A girl I immediately recognize comes into view. Gray’s little sister Lyndsy is Fallon’s roommate. This could work to my advantage.
“Ah, Remy, you found her.” She seems unimpressed as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“I didn’t know Gray’s little sis would be here. Why don’t you invite us in? We can all wait for Fallon to return.” My voice drips with sugar laced with venom, and I know she can hear the warning.
“Get out before I call my brother. I’m sure he would love to know that one of his best friends is trying to barge into my dorm.” She squares her shoulders and shows her phone to me. I’ll deal with her later. Fallon is at the forefront of my mind.
I slam my hand into the door, making a dent beneath the pressure. A little memento for Fallon to find. I turn around and storm down the hall.
Nix finally speaks up. “What’s your plan, Remy? You can’t just stalk her.”
“I can and I will,” I snap, then take a deep breath. “I’ll see you back at the house. I need to run a few errands.
Nix sighs, “This is going to blow up in your face.” I know it will, but I’m powerless to stop it at this point.
I storm out of Willowbrook Hall, my mind racing with thoughts of Fallon. She’s just within my grasp, if I could just reach her… As I walk back to my car, I start formulating a plan.
First, I need to figure out where she might be. If she’s not in her dorm, she could be at the library, the student center, or maybe even off-campus. I decide to start with the library. It’s quiet, and exactly the kind of place I could see her frequenting.
I drive over to the library, my frustration simmering just below the surface. I park and head inside, scanning the rows of books and study tables. No sign of her. The library is a quiet sanctuary, filled with the soft rustle of pages turning and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Tall wooden shelves line the walls, packed with books of every genre. The scent of old paper and polished wood fill the air.
I make my way upstairs to the more private study areas, my heart pounding with anticipation. I see her sitting alone, engrossed in a book.
She sits at a small table near the large, arched windows that let in streams of golden sunlight. The light casts a warm glow on her face, highlighting the determined set of her jaw and the intensity in her eyes as she reads. The table is scattered with her notes and a few pens, evidence of her diligent study habits.
She looks up as I approach, her eyes widening in surprise. The sunlight catches her hair, making it shimmer like the bluest sapphires.
“Fallon,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t think we do,” she replies, looking back down at the book in her hands. Rage seeps into my veins at her nonchalance toward me.
I take a deep breath, trying to keep my temper in check. “No one ignores me,” I growl, slamming my hands down on the table. She jolts up from the table, dropping her book in the process. She looks around at the small crowd that has gathered and rolls her eyes.
“I don’t owe you anything,” she seethes, turning away and walks deeper into the library.
I watch her retreating figure, my anger stewing. This definitely isn’t how I thought things would go. I grab her book from the floor and follow her, resolved to not let this end here. She doesn’t stop, so I quicken my pace, catching up to her near the back shelves. Grabbing her waist, I twist her around and pin her against the shelves. The breath leaves her lungs from the force. Fallon’s eyes flash with fear and rebellion.
“Don’t you ever walk away from me,” I snarl into her ear. She feels my warm breath on her skin, and despite her efforts to free herself, goosebumps erupt over her arms. This involuntary response betrays her inner turmoil. She’s clearly frightened by my intensity, but there’s also a spark of desire under her skin. She’s not going to submit easily, but where would the fun in that be anyway? Fallon’s refusal to bend to my will only hardens my resolve to dominate her in all ways.
My cock hardens from her continuous struggles against me, her body brushing against mine. I’m breathing heavily and staring down into her slate gray eyes.
“Remy, let me go,” she demands, her voice steady despite the panic I can see flickering in her eyes. Something about her fear turns me on even more.
“Not a chance.” I trap her wrists above her head with my hand, while my other trails down her sensuous body. She has fucking perfect curves that have my mouth watering. Her ass and tits would make any man drool. Fallon’s long blue hair falls over her shoulders and down to her waist, and I can’t help remembering when my hands were tangled in it, holding her mouth in place. The memory ghosts a smile across my lips.
“Are you wet, Fallon?” I whisper and smile at her sudden gasp.
“What? No! Of course not!” But the pink spreading across her cheeks betrays her. She may think she hates me, but her body surely doesn’t. It knows I can give her exactly what she needs. She tries to hide her face behind my arm, but I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“So, if I pulled these leggings down, you wouldn’t be soaked? Your virgin little cunt wouldn’t be aching to be taken?” I chuckle darkly when I see the look of disgust and arousal in her eyes.
“I never told you I was a virgin,” she counters with a smile, leaving me seeing red. I lean even closer, allowing her to feel all of me. Every rigid inch of me pressed against her stomach.
“Maybe I should see for myself.” Her smile fades, replaced with anger.
“Go find one of your little FishNettes to spread their legs for you if you’re so desperate to get your dick wet,” she spits. My hold on her tightens, giving me a smug satisfaction that I’ll leave my marks behind. I want everyone to see that she’s mine. This little brat has another thing coming if she thinks my interest in her can be diverted that easily. The more she fights back, the harder I get.
“Are you jealous of all the pussy I have following me around?”
“Oh yeah. You caught me. I’m desperately jealous of all the mindless bimbos that chase dumb swimmers.” She rolls her eyes.
“Fuck, I guess that mouth of yours didn’t learn a lesson the other night. I’ll try another way to get my point across.” My hand drops from her face to the waistband of her leggings. She tries to move her body, but I have her pinned in place. Her nipples pebble under her shirt. Interesting. Without taking my eyes from her, I slide my hand further down until I can feel her slick arousal coating my fingers. A smile crosses my face as I pull my hand out, dripping with her juices.
“Looks like someone is wet after all. Maybe you should shut the fuck up and just accept your fate.” I plunge my wet fingers into her mouth.
“Suck,” I demand. Her gaze widens in surprise, but she does as I say.
“Good girl,” I praise in her ear. Her body melts ever so slightly against mine. A small victory. I’ll take it. I sink a finger back into her tight pussy, wishing it was my cock instead.
A whimper escapes Fallon’s lips as I circle her clit with my thumb, plunging a second finger into her channel. Fuck, she’s gripping me already. To my surprise, she begins rocking herself against my hand.
“That’s it. Fuck my hand,” I purr.
“I hate you,” she chants, but it only makes me smile. This little vixen only hates how her body responds to my touch.
“I’m sure you do. That’s why you’re about to come all over my hand in the middle of the library.” Red flames her cheeks, but it doesn’t stop her orgasm as it barrels through her. I slam my hand over her mouth, allowing her hands to fall free from my grasp.
“Shhh, my little fox. You don’t want our peers to know what you really do when you come to the library,” I croon into her ear. She bites down on my hand, the pain shooting straight to my cock. Damn, this spitfire doesn’t know who she’s playing with.
My thumb continues its ministrations as I shove a third finger in her tight cunt. Fallon’s moans reverberate behind my hand as she falls over the edge to oblivion. Her pussy squeezes, coating my hand in her slick cum. Her body slumps against the shelves as I slip my hand from her leggings, righting them. I bring my fingers up to my mouth, tasting her sweet honey that explodes on my tongue. She stares at me with shock as I lick them clean then pull them from my mouth with a pop.
“Now, tell me again how much you hate me,” I smirk.
“Fuck you! This,” she gestures between us, “will never happen again.”
“I’m afraid you don’t make the rules around here. I’m the king of this school and I. Always. Get. What. I. Want. See you around, little fox.” I pull away with a wink, then leave her behind in stunned silence as I make my way out of the library. Oh, Fallon, we are just getting started, and I’m going to own every piece of you.