Chapter 10
TEN
LANA
H ushed whispers fill the hallway as I make my way to the library. I’ve been here for five weeks already, and the gossip surrounding me still hasn’t let up.
The idea that none of these people can seem to handle the fact that they haven’t heard of me or my family is amusing really, and I’ve heard some wild things people have been coming up with.
Yesterday, a girl walked up and asked me if it was true that I was the bastard child of a prince. Like… what?
See? Wild.
But today, the whispers seem louder, the looks they give me more intense, and I can only take so much more before I snap.
They really don’t want to see me snap.
I storm into the library, since this seems to be the only place I can find a minute of silence in this whole damn university. I have my own dorm room, but my asshole neighbor likes to make a ton of noise, and I don’t like noise.
I don’t like much of anything, really .
I take a seat in the corner of the room, where there are fewer people gathered, and take out my laptop.
I don’t actually plan to do any schoolwork, since I’ve caught up on everything I fell behind on after spending so much time agonizing on having to do a class project with Cole, of all people, and instead plan to figure out what I’m going to do next.
I plan to stay here a little longer, but I still need to figure out where to go from here before they find me.
I need a plan in place for what’s to come.
Usually, I’d have just gone after them, but this situation is more delicate than anything I’ve ever faced before.
One wrong move from me, and it could blow up in everyone’s faces.
Which is why I’m here, hiding out and playing a waiting game.
I’ll make my move, I just can’t make it yet.
It’s like a game of chess. My movements need to be precise and controlled, otherwise I’ll lose the entire game.
“ I’m telling you, it’s her ,” a girl hisses to her friend to my left and I slam my fist down on the table, glaring at them both until they scutter away.
“Seriously, what the hell is with these people?” I find myself muttering under my breath, and the girl on the next table clears her throat.
My attention snaps to her and I raise a brow. I’ve seen her here a few times. She’s a tutor to some of the younger students, and her vibrant red hair always stands out to me for some strange reason.
“You haven’t seen it, have you?” she asks softly. It’s probably the first time someone has spoken to me in this school and it hasn’t irritated me.
Maybe it’s her voice, or maybe it’s the fact that as far as I can tell, she isn’t a dick .
“Seen what?”
She worries her bottom lip and glances around the room as though she’s looking for someone. Seemingly satisfied, she grabs her phone from the table and heads over to me. She messes around on it for a moment before handing it to me, and I tentatively reach out and take it from her.
I look at the screen, and what I see has the blood freezing in my veins.
It’s a picture of me walking across the courtyard, the university newspaper’s logo in the corner of the screen and a huge tagline saying, ‘Who is she? Mystery girl or murderer?’ Beneath it, there’s another picture, only this one is a mugshot that the police usually take when you’re arrested.
I suppose if I squinted hard enough, it could resemble me.
Though, it definitely isn’t, I’ve never been dumb enough to get caught by the cops.
I hand the phone back to her and give her a grateful yet silent nod.
“I’m sorry there are so many lies being told about you,” she whispers, though I have no idea why. It’s not her fault. She’s not the one who had me put in that damn newspaper.
Because I know exactly who did.
I warned him about playing games with me, and I guess he’s about to learn exactly what happens when he plays with fire.
“Wait,” I say before she can head back to her table and she halts her movements, her eyes meeting mine.
“How do you know it isn’t true?” I ask, even though technically the article could be considered as the truth—I’m not exactly innocent of taking a life.
She laughs softly under her breath. “Cole Aston and his friends… they’re not who they make themselves out to be.”
You can say that again.
W hen I first got here, I made sure to get myself updated with everything that is BU. That included the four most loved yet feared guys who basically run the place.
Cole, Noah, Harley, and Logan.
I looked into each of them, and whilst they come off as seemingly normal rich guys, each of them has their demons—though some more than others.
They’re also the only ones who have their own place on campus that isn’t managed by faculty, which makes it a hell of a lot easier to break in.
After the girl in the library—whose name I now know is Savannah—showed me the website, I went back to my room and started planning.
I looked over the blueprints for the guys’ place, and they’re either incredibly na?ve or unbelievably stupid—that part is still up for debate—because it was almost too easy to get in here.
I sneak in and head directly to the room that I know is Cole’s after watching over the place. It may have been easy to get in here, but I don’t think it’ll be as easy to get out. I don’t want to risk bumping into one of the other guys either before I can see Cole.
I silently step into his room and close the door behind me. He’s sleeping peacefully on his bed, with no idea that anyone is in his room right now.
I step forward to take a closer look at him, seeing the way the sheet covering his waist dips in the center, just along the line where his boxers would sit.
His chest is bare, his sculpted body on display for me while his shaggy brown hair is messy from sleep.
Even when he’s passed out in bed, his sharp jaw seems to be clenched.
I’ve always wondered if he always looked so pissed off, even behind closed doors, but I guess that’s just his face.
God, he’s beautiful.
He’s so different from the other guys I grew up with—his skin clear of any tattoos or piercings, the way he dresses, always so damn pristine and put together. No scars, even though I know he fights. Clearly, he must stick to fists rather than weapons.
It sickens me and intrigues me all in one breath.
Why does he have to be so damn good to look at? Maybe I should scar that pretty face of his.
I shake my head, willing that thought away before quietly dropping my bag to the floor and grabbing what I need.
Cole Aston may think he’s funny, putting me on that website, but he has no idea of the can of worms he’s just opened. Because if they find me before I have my plan in place? Well… I’ll be sure to take him down with me.
I work quickly and silently. I had expected this to be more work than it is, but it seems he’s a deep sleeper and hasn’t even so much as murmured as I’ve tied his hands to his headboard and tied his feet together before replacing the gray bedsheet that covers him.
I wonder what it’s like to sleep so peacefully?
To not wake constantly during the night? It must be nice.
I take him in as he’s tied thoroughly to the bed with no chance of escape before I take a deep breath, knowing this is where he’ll wake up, and climb on top of him so I’m straddling his torso.
He grunts as my weight settles on him and blinks his eyes open, momentarily disorientated before he realizes what’s happening, and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under already.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say with a saccharine smile.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m too quick for him. Catching him off guard, I stuff his mouth with the ball gag I brought with me, laughing quietly to myself as I do.
He struggles beneath me, grunting and groaning as he does while I secure it in place.
“You thought you were funny, huh? Posting me on that site? Did you think my warning was a joke? Or did you just want to see what I would do?”
I can tell by the look in his eyes that it’s the latter. This asshole just wanted to see what I would do.
Bet he’ll be regretting that soon.
“You shouldn’t have messed with me, Cole. You may be the big, bad, feared guy in this fucking prison of a school, but you have no idea who I am or where I came from,” I murmur and shift myself backwards, my ass brushing over his crotch, and I feel his hard length dig into me.
I chuckle. “You have no idea who you’re messing with, and yet this is still turning you on?”
I climb backwards so I can see the imprint of his dick through the thin material of the blanket, his warning glare only daring me to go ahead.
“Naughty boy,” I say and make a tsking sound before yanking on the fabric, exposing him to me. He’s thick, longer than I’ve had before, and his tip glistens with pre-cum.
“Hrghh.” My eyes meet his as he tries to say something, but I just grin at him, loving the way he struggles against the bindings.
“Such a pretty dick,” I coo as I trail my finger up his length. His head tips back on a silent groan, and I use the moment to grab the knife from my boot and trail it up his thigh. His eyes fly open as he feels the cold metal against his skin.
“Your skin is so smooth,” I murmur and trail the knife up farther before resting it on the center of his length. Pre-cum continues to pool on his stomach as I do.
The sick fuck is loving this.
But so are you , the little voice in the back of my mind whispers, but I push it away.
“It’d be a shame for you to have a scar,” I mutter as I put pressure on the blade and slide it down a fraction. I don’t take it too deep, just deep enough for him to heed my warning. The cut is around two inches long, so he has another few inches to go if he doesn’t agree to sort his shit out.
He continues to struggle, though he’s not really trying to fight.
His glare isn’t as hard as it was before. Instead, it’s muted by the pleasure he’s feeling. Guess the prim and proper prince of this place has a little knife kink. Who knew?
He squirms in the bed, and I can’t quite tell if it’s from the pain he’s feeling or something else… that is, until I bring the knife back to the base of his dick and murmur, “Will you stop this shit you keep doing and just leave me alone?”
Determination flashes behind his eyes and he tries to smile, but the gag in his mouth stops him as he shakes his head.
Fine by me.
I apply more pressure on the knife and slice into his skin.
Rather than reacting like any other person would and crying out in pain, the fucker tips his head back and groans, cum shooting from his tip as blood leaks from the wound.
I stare at his twitching dick in disbelief, not quite sure if that really just happened or if it was a part of my imagination.
But once he comes back to himself, the effects of his orgasm gone, he looks between me and his stomach where his release lies, a furrow in his brows as though he’s just as confused as I am.
No matter. I can still get my point across.
Quickly though, because I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.
And I don’t mean slicing his dick off.
No, I’m worried I’ll end up sitting on it, not cutting it off.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the alcohol wipes I keep in there along with a few other medical supplies, just in case someone ever happens to get the jump on me and I need to patch myself up. I pull one from the packet as he stares at me in confusion, still not realizing what I’m up to.
I press the wipe onto the cut, and he screams from behind the gag.
Finally.
I climb back on him, making sure to press my weight down on him so it hurts even more, and lean down to whisper in his ear, “Next time, I’ll cut it off.”
He wasn’t quiet when I pressed the alcohol wipe to him, so I quickly climb off him and grab my bag, pausing when I see a gym bag hanging from the back of the door. I open it up and find the clothes that he stole from me that day in the athletics center.
Little fucker.
I pull the bag down and throw it over my shoulder as well before exiting the room without giving him another glance, leaving him tied up, naked and bleeding with cum smeared all over his stomach.
Just as I get to the door to leave their apartment, someone steps out of the room on my right, and I turn to see Harley standing there. His hair is mussed from sleep as he stares at me in confusion, his gaze flicking between me and the hall that leads to Cole’s room.
“Your boy injured himself,” I say with a grin. “You might wanna go kiss him better.”
I don’t stick around to see his reaction.