Chapter 30
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It’s almost too late by the time Sophia leaves the library. I did overhear her phone call, and she’s heading to Grace’s dorm for a while, which gives me some time to deal with this nonsense. I’m outside of the main building, leaning against the pillar, with a dark hoodie covering my face.
The motherfucker exits the academy after what seems to be an eternity. There’s a small smirk on his lips as he walks, and he doesn’t notice me immediately. He’s strolling toward the boy’s dormitory, and I slowly walk behind him, making sure my steps are slow and as silent as possible.
The entire property is filled with security cameras; however, there are a couple of blind spots that I’ve memorized over the years, and who would’ve thought they’d come in handy?
With a chuckle, my hand reaches for the nape of his neck, shoving him into the small passage between the two main entrances of the dormitory.
The space is rather small, and it barely fits the two of us.
However, it’s safe enough for me to be quick and to get this over with once and for all.
After tonight, if the motherfucker has the balls to even look at Sophia again, it just means I’ll have to make sure he disappears for good.
“What the fuck?” He yells out, and I slam his body against the concrete wall, coming to stop right behind him.
“You and I are due for a little chat, aren’t we, Damien?”
I release the grip on his neck only a little, enough for him to turn his head to the side and look at me.
His brows narrow, pure confusion washing over him.
Slowly, it morphs into realization, and he stills for a brief moment.
My other hand grips his wrists, pinning them behind his back in a vice-tight grip.
He wiggles against me, trying to break free, but it’s useless.
I’m way stronger, I’ve been training for years. He’s too pathetic, too weak.
“What do you want?” He asks, biting the words out.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed by a sheer amount of rage. It’s been building inside of me for quite some time now. Half of it is the shit I’ve been through with Sophia recently, the other half is the fact that his motherfucker dared to touch what belongs to me.
“I want a lot of things,” I say, my words dripping with venom. “First and foremost, this is a warning, Damien.”
He blinks, taken aback. “A warning? What for?”
I lean in, whispering in his ear. It’s a low, menacing hiss that ensures my words come out as a threat, something a little wuss like himself cannot ignore.
“You will never, ever touch Sophia again,” I keep my voice calm, though the hint of anger manages to slip into the tune.
“If you so much as look at her again, I will become your worst nightmare.”
Damien’s jaw clenches, and I suddenly spin him around. I grip his throat, and slam him against the concrete. The sound of his head cracking against the wall reaches my ear, and the pleasant sound of his painful groaning makes something akin to excitement flutter in my chest.
“You don’t own her,” he grits out.
That just pisses me the fuck off. The rage blinds me, and I follow through with the threat.
My hand grasps his fingers, his index and middle finger, then bends them backwards until I hear his bones snapping.
Damien screams in pain, and I cover his mouth with my hand.
I’d love nothing more than to revel in the agony I’m inflicting, but I don’t want to risk getting caught before I’m done with him.
He’s too shocked to even try to defend himself, which tells me a lot. He’s just like most of the people within the academy – spoiled, entitled, and shielded. Unfortunately for him, his incompetence, and his weakness have come to bite him back in the ass.
“You fucker,” he grits out, and takes me by pleasant surprise when he tries to swing his good hand at me, fisting it, and aims for my nose. I avoid it with ease, and he stumbles forward a little. “You’re fucking insane!”
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it,” I laugh.
“You’re about to find out, though.” That’s when I finally let myself loose.
I slam my fist in his nose, then grab him by the collar, slamming him back against the wall.
He groans in pain, and I don’t stop there.
I grab another finger, bending it until it breaks, relishing in the pain on his face.
Fuck, this feels so good. “This is only your warning, Damien,” I promise through gritted teeth.
“Next time, I’ll do far, far worse. Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Sophia.”
He groans in pain, and I knee him in the crotch, watching as he falls down.
I’m not satisfied quite yet, after all, I’ve only broken five of his fingers.
There are five more to go, and I’d like nothing more than to move to his legs next, but I don’t get the chance as I hear voices coming from nearby.
With a sigh, I kick his face while he’s lying down, and run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down.
“I’ll have to cut this short, Damien. But you get the message, don’t you?” The bastard looks up at me with hatred in his eyes, his nose bloody, and his lip split. I grin in response, and turn around, walking away and leaving him to rot.
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Sophia’s room is as girly and as pink as it could possibly get. It’s not the first time I’ve been in here, of course, though she doesn’t know about the times I’ve watched her sleep, or snuck in to steal her lingerie to jerk off with.
My fingers drum against the desk, and I glance at the clock. It’s been an hour since I left Damien in the little passage, and I’m struggling not to go back in there and kill the bastard. Why is she taking so long? Where is she? Did she find him, and is she currently nursing him back to health?
I even had enough time to go to my dorm, shower, and change before coming here. There’s nothing to do in her dorm. Avalon’s side is almost empty, save for a few books here and there, whereas Sophia’s looks like she’s living here full-time and has no plans of leaving.
But, fuck me, everything smells like her.
Every pillow, every shirt, absolutely everything. The reaction is instant, and although it’s been an hour since I fucked her in the library, my cock strains in my pants, and I have to suppress the urge to find her and fuck her against the nearest wall.
The only thing preventing me from doing it is that she has her exams tomorrow. I do plan on tiring her out a little more, but it would be too much for her poor soul to take being fucked twice in a public setting, in one evening.
The door of her dorm opens, and she almost screams when she sees me. She snaps her eyes shut, one hand on her hip, the other one over her heart. Her jaw is clenched, and she takes a deep breath before opening her eyes, closing the door, and stepping further into the room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She hisses, tossing the bag on her bed. She strolls toward her dresser, picking out some comfortable clothes and a pair of underwear before turning to face me. “And for the record, you now owe me two pairs of panties, asshole.”
“I’m here to have a little disciplinary chat with you,” I shrug, a small smirk tugging on my lips. “And it’s a lot more than two, Sloane.”
A frown etches on her face, and it takes her less than four seconds before the realization dawns on her, her eyes widening slightly. “You!” She points an accusatory finger my way. “All the underwear that’s been missing from my drawer… that was you?!”
“Guilty as charged,” I grin. “I’ll replace them all, though.”
“You’d better,” she grits out, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “Those were expensive! And I don’t even want to know what you did with them.”
“Are you sure about that? I can go into detail.”
She scoffs, flips me off, then pushes the door of the bathroom open. She enters it to leave her things, then returns to the dorm, still on the threshold of the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. You’d better be gone before I’m done.”
“Not happening,” I tsk. “I told you I need to talk to you.”
Sophia rolls her eyes, exasperated. She mutters something under her breath, then enters the bathroom. The door closes behind her, and I hear the click of the door locking. I chuckle, shaking my head.
The scent of her shampoo and body wash travels through the dorm, going straight to my cock. Fuck, this definitely isn’t the main point as to why I came here, but now that Soren Jr. wants to play, who am I to deny him?
It takes her around twenty-five minutes to reemerge from the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam behind her. She’s wearing a plain, white tank top, that makes her tits look fucking amazing. God, I love her tits.
The shorts are too fucking short for my liking, barely covering her ass. They’re a pale shade of pink, with a small bow on the waistband. She’s barefoot, and I’m not fucking sure why that makes me even hornier.
The sight of her wet hair falling down her waist, her bare face, and the pure fucking beauty makes my heart skip a beat.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen her like this, in her natural state, and although she looks amazing whenever her hair, makeup, and outfit are perfectly picked out, there’s just something about seeing her bare, almost like she’s being vulnerable.
Which is saying a lot, because Sophia’s the biggest bitch alive. I don’t think anyone’s truly seen her vulnerable in her life.
“What do you want?” She sighs.
I pat my leg with my index finger, and her eyes flick down to my lap, before slowly drawing her gaze back to me, with a raised brow, and something that resembles a smirk.
She doesn’t protest, though, coming to stand right between my legs. Immediately, my hands are on her hips, lifting her up, then sitting her down on my lap. My arms circle around her waist, pulling her closer, and I can’t help but bury my face in the valley of her chest, inhaling her scent.