Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
HARLEY
SOPHOMORE YEAR
You know what really fucking sucks? The fact that after a year of deliberating on a major, I finally settled on something that felt right to me, and yet I’ve hated every second of it. I chose to go into law, just like my mom, but the shitty part? Guess who also shares classes with me?
Fucking Savannah.
Last year, I took business just to have something to do and because it’s what the others were taking, but this year I decided to switch over to law, not knowing that it’s also Savannah’s, too.
Because of course, it is. I once saw her looking at law books in the library, but since she reads anything and everything, I figured she was just looking something up. But nope, we’re now going to be sharing classes for the next three years before going off to law school.
Yay. Fucking. Me.
I really should have paid more attention.
The only saving grace is that we’ll no doubt be heading to different postgrad schools, so I’ll finally be free of her.
It’s been a week since we came back to campus after a summer away, and I can already feel myself slipping. I had told myself I would stay away from her this year. That there would be no more keeping an eye on her, no more trips to the library to see her, and certainly no more face fucking.
I was resolute. Absolutely sure I would stay away from her no matter what.
I was a fucking liar.
It’s dark out once the professor finishes the lecture, and I clench my fists close to my sides as I rush out into the night, needing to be away from everyone and everything to make sure I don’t do what I crave.
I can do this, I can stay away from her and head home, hang out with the guys, and pretend she doesn’t exist.
I can do this. I can—
Ah, fuck.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh. I just… I just fucking need one more time. Once more, and then I’ll stay away from her.
I grunt to myself and spin around, only to bump straight into the object of my obsession.
Because she has become an obsession, one I can’t seem to shake, no matter what I do.
A startled noise escapes her lips, and she swallows as her wide eyes meet mine. It doesn’t matter how many times our eyes meet, every time feels like a jolt to my nervous system. My stomach dips, my breath halts, and I have to steel my reaction to her every time.
I take one step forward. She takes one step back. Again, and again until she’s pressed against the brick of the building, our bodies so close that an onlooker would think we’re intimate when really, we’re anything but.
Well, I guess we are in a way. I may hate her with anything in me, but even I can’t deny the way I want to kiss those pouty as fuck lips of hers until neither of us can see straight.
But that’s not something we do. Not since the day everything came crashing down around me.
With anticipation sizzling in my veins, I lick my lips and murmur, “You gonna be good for me, little devil?”
Her face twists, and I’m not sure if she’s smothering a smile or a frown. “I’m tired, Harley. Can’t you go back to pretending I don’t exist so I can go back to my dorm in peace?”
I wish, baby. I. Fucking. Wish.
“Now, you know that’s not how it works, but if you wanna play…” I step away from her and shrug. “Then let’s play. The rules are these… if you can escape me, then I’ll leave you alone, and if you can’t…” I trail off, not wanting to ruin the game, but of course, she doesn’t let it go.
“And if I can’t?” she prompts, and it makes me smirk.
“You don’t wanna know what will happen, little devil.”
Her eyes flick between mine, a look of indecision marring her pretty face before she takes a deep breath and bolts.
A laugh slips free as I watch her run. Shaking my head at the absurdity of what we’ve become, I take chase.
She heads away from campus, toward the dorms, and I follow steadily behind her, not wanting this to end too soon. I’m hard behind my jeans just from watching her run and the way her ass shakes in those seemingly innocent but naughty as fuck leggings of hers.
“I’m coming for you,” I call out, snickering to myself as she yelps at the sound of my voice, her entire body jolting, though she doesn’t stop or slow down.
I expect her to head toward her building, but at the last moment, she makes a left and heads behind it into an alleyway.
There’s a single streetlight illuminating the space when I turn the corner, and I find Savannah standing there, facing the wall with one hand against the brick, holding herself up as she fights to catch her breath.
“Giving up so soon?” I taunt, closing in on her.
“Fuck. You,” she grunts, her attitude only turning me on more.
“Nah, baby. I think I’ll fuck you.”
Her attention snaps towards me as she blinks rapidly. “B-but… we don’t do that. We’ve never…”
I tilt my head and take her in, wondering if this time, she’ll fight me for real.
“I did say you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if I caught you. You’ve only got yourself to blame.”
A haze takes over, a mixture of need and self-loathing, and I blink to find my hand wrapped around the back of her neck as I push her head against the wall, my body flush against her back.
I lean down and whisper, “Let’s not pretend you don’t really want this. We both know you crave everything I give you.”
She whimpers but doesn’t try to fight me, and I stifle a smile. I knew she’d want this, even if she pretends otherwise. I swiftly pull down her pants and underwear before undoing my jeans and freeing my dick. I slide myself between her cheeks, groaning when I feel just how fucking wet she is.
“You fucking loved the chase, didn’t you?
You’re drenched for me, absolutely dripping.
You probably want this more than I do, huh?
” I thrust against her again, loving the whines and whimpers that leave her lips.
“God, you’re such a fucking slut for me, Savannah.
You act like this buttoned-up, studious good girl when in reality, you’re nothing but a whore who lives to be used by me. ”
My fingers find her entrance, and I slide one in first, cursing under my breath at how tight she is. “Fuck, Sav. Why are you so goddamn tight?” She moans and rocks against my hand in reply, making me let out a groan.
“Love this, don’t you? I bet this is what you do late at night, huh?
You slide your fingers into your soaking wet cunt and think of me?
You think about choking on my cock as you get yourself off, don’t you?
I know you love it, really. It doesn’t matter how much you pretend to fight it; I can see it in your eyes. You love being my little toy.”
I add another finger, scissoring them as I bury my head in her hair and grunt. Fuck, I need inside her. I need to feel her around my cock. She’s dripping, as turned on as I am, and it only makes it hotter.
It’s been too damn long since I’ve fucked someone, so long I’m almost afraid to admit it to myself.
Because I haven’t been with a single person since her.
Once I think she’s prepped enough to take me, I bring my hand up to my mouth and taste her for the first time.
Fuuuuuck.
Holy Jesus motherfucking Christ, she tastes good. So damn sweet, so damn tempting, so. Damn. Mine.
For now.
I line myself up and thrust forward sharply. Her cries are muffled by the brick against her face, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes my throat. Jesus, she’s so goddamn tight it’s like her pussy is holding my dick in a vice grip.
So wet and warm and goddamn perfect. Only it’s not perfect, because it’s her, the one person I should be staying away from. The girl who ruined everything.
That thought has my mood changing.
Pulling back, I give her a second before slamming back inside.
I’m not soft, and I’m not gentle. I’m not nice, and I’m not sweet.
I’m ruthless, completely possessed with the need to own her, to destroy her.
I’m chasing my pleasure and my pleasure alone.
Her cries turn to moans, and that only pisses me off more, making me pick up speed and fuck into her until I’m not sure where I end, and she begins.
There’s no more talking, no more taunts. It’s fast and dirty, but it feels so damn good that as soon as I feel her tightening around me, I can’t stop the bellow that leaves me as I empty inside her.
Goddammit, this was not the plan.
I pull out, letting my cum drip down her thighs and curse my own stupidity for not wearing a condom—just another thing for me to fucking hate myself for.
As if she knows exactly where my mind has gone, she whispers, “I’m clean, and on the pill. You don’t need to freak out about getting me pregnant or catching something.”
I just grunt in reply, not knowing what else to say as I step back and tuck myself away. It’s only when I’m pulling up my jeans while she pulls up her leggings, I notice the blood on my dick.
I fucked her hard, but not hard enough to…
Oh, Jesus fuck!
“You were a virgin?” I ask incredulously, and she just huffs, making me lift my head to look at her.
Her hair is wild, her eyes puffy and blown out. She looks good for someone that was just fucked for the first time against a wall in an alley. I narrow my eyes when I spot something on her cheek and swallow the lump in my throat when I realize she must have scraped it against the brick.
“You look so pretty when you’ve been wrecked by me,” I mutter when she doesn’t grace me with a response.
The silence lasts so long it becomes awkward, and I shove my hands in my pockets just to give me something to do. I tilt my head towards her building. “You should head in.”
She swallows thickly and nods once before leaving, and this time, it’s her who doesn’t look back.
And I’m not sure what to think about it.
The one thing I do know is that I’m a goddamn liar, because there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stay away from her again. Not after tonight.