Chapter Thirteen
LEONA
Iput Tilly and her meddling out of my mind. Mostly, because Zander doesn’t give me enough time to think about her. If I’m not in class, I’m in his bed or he’s in mine.
I have no complaints. If anything, I have to keep myself from skipping class just to find some new place that we haven’t fucked yet.
I never had much of an attachment to saving myself, or whatever.
That was never the point of not having sex.
No, it was making sure that when I finally did, it was someone who could match my energy.
Zander matches and surpasses my energy. There hasn’t been that awkward bad sex phase so many people talk about.
It’s made me ravenous for him.
Unfortunately for me and my skyrocketing libido, Zander’s busy with Valens things today.
Something about punishing some newbies who were making the House look bad.
Since Zander is MIA for the first half of the day, I’d love to hang out with Erin and Laurel, but I know they are studying.
I don’t usually rely on other people to keep me occupied, but they’ve actually become my friends.
Funny how I start socializing like a normal person and then when I get the chance to hermit away, I want attention.
I flop back on my bed and decide that I’m going to be a menace.
I take out my phone and open up my camera app.
I’m still only in my pajamas, tiny cotton shorts and a thin tank top that barely cover anything.
There’s still a bruise on my thighs from a couple days ago where Zander bit me.
The imprint of each one of his teeth sends a thrill through me.
I’ve gotten good at getting the right angles to take the best pics and vids to send to Zander.
It just takes a little practice. Now, I’m a master at capturing what I’m about to send him.
Need to refresh the bruises soon.
I send off the message and then shimmy my shorts down.
I kick them off, sending them sailing to an abandoned corner of my room.
I slip my fingers lower, rubbing myself slowly.
I’m already so soaked, nice and hot and wet.
I’d kill to have Zander push into me—no foreplay, no teasing, just pinning me down before I can say a word to sink into me and ruin the pussy that he’s marked over and over as his.
Instead, all I have are my fingers. I thrust them into myself while circling my clit in quick, desperate motions.
With my free hand, I hit record on my camera. My fingers sink in and out of my pussy, spreading my own lips so he can see everything that he loves so much.
“Mmm…”
I make sure my whine is nice and loud. I don’t hold back the tremble in my thighs as I flick my fingers over my clit, making it hard and red with need.
The only thing I don’t do is let myself come.
I get close. I’m dripping, my need sliding out of my pussy the more I push myself toward the edge.
I push myself right to the edge, and then stop suddenly.
My thighs tremble, and I’m panting. I save the video and wipe my messy hand off with my tank top—taking it off to toss into the dirty clothes. Then, I send the video off to Zander.
Need you to finish me off when you’re done playing bad cop with your misbehaving newbies.
Satisfied, I get dressed, grab a bag and toss some work I need to get done for class into it.
I know that seeing me play with myself will drive Zander crazy.
Even more, the fact that I didn’t let myself come.
I knew it’d distract him the moment he saw it, the thought of whether or not I’d cave and just do it myself.
He’d probably find a way to punish me either way, but I’ll still be getting what I want in the end, which was him cutting loose on me. Especially since he was bound to be wound up after dealing with his newbies.
Grinning at the thought, I sling my bag over my shoulder and head out.
One thing I love about Warwick is the sprawling campus.
I find a large stretch of empty grass, and a tree to lean back against to start working on an essay that’s due way sooner than I’d like.
I get caught up in the peace of it, so much so that I almost don’t catch the snap of fingers near me as being directed toward me.
When I look up, my face contorts in a scowl.
It’s Tilly. Not again.
I instantly feel irritation crawling up my spine.
“What do you want?” I haven’t forgotten how she’s tried to force a wedge between me and Zander. “Don’t have anyone else’s personal life to mess with.”
Tilly huffs, putting her hands behind her back, and she gets this innocent look on her face. Well, I don’t buy the schtick.
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” she says. “You don’t understand how hard it is trying to get someone like Zander to take interest. He just… jumped on you like flies on a pig.”
“So I’m a pig now?”
“Not what I meant.” Tilly groans, like she’s the one that has the right to be annoyed. “Listen, I’m not even here about Zander. Matthew’s looking for you.”
“Matthew…”
“Henderson! The Hawks’ president?” She rolls her eyes.
“Sorry. I don’t keep track of every high-profile douche that roams campus.”
“Coulda fooled me,” she huffs. “Anyways, he’s looking for you. Something about official house business he needs to talk to you about, specifically.”
“Did he say what specifically it was about? I’m busy. And we’ve only talked like, maybe once.”
What’s Matthew want with me? Honestly, I’m kind of curious. Especially since he and Zander don’t get along. Maybe it’s a good opportunity to tell him to go fuck himself.
Or, it’s total bullshit and Tilly’s got something up her sleeve.
I narrow my eyes at Tilly.
“So, what’s in it for you? You telling me this.”
“Can’t someone just do something nice just because they want to?”
I raise a brow. She’s gotta be kidding me, right?
Tilly folds her arms over her chest.
“Okay. Fine. I felt bad about the other day, okay? Telling you all that stuff about me and Zander. So I figured I’d play fetch for you to make up for it.
Now listen! I’m not getting soft or mushy or whatever.
It’s not just to be nice to you after being kind of an ass.
It was never about me liking Zan. It was about what he could do for me.
He’s got something I want—the sort of contacts I need for my acting career.
You don’t need those connections so you don’t get it.
You’re a sports chick or whatever.” She waves her hand.
“Matthew said if this little meeting between you and him went well, it’d give Zander a good reason to be nice to me. So I took it.”
I can’t help but stare blankly at Tilly. She really thinks this is some kind of apology? I’d be insulted if she had just a handful more brain cells to work with.
“Right. You know if you just did things for yourself and didn’t try to cozy up to people to get what you wanted, you’d probably be further along in whatever the fuck it is you think you’ll get from hanging off Zander.”
I start packing up, not bothered that Tilly seems flustered about what I’ve said to her.
“You don’t understand,” she says. Her voice wobbles a little. “You’re just getting a taste of the kind of world that Zander and I live in. You have to be a little selfish to get anywhere.”
“I think you underestimate me,” I tell her. “The only thing you know about me is that I’m not from a filthy rich family like the rest of you. That’s it. Well, that and maybe the fact that I actually know what it’s like to work for what I want, rather than trying to fuck my way to the top.”
I smirk at her. I like the way her face has turned red with embarrassment. A small part of me is satisfied by the tears gathering in her eyes, threatening to spill over and run down her heavily made-up face.
“Anyway. Ciao. I got a hawk to harass apparently.”
Tilly doesn’t have anything else to say. Or, if she does, I’m already booking it away from her, not giving her the chance to try and catch up. Those ridiculous heels aren’t helping her keep up with me.
I remember where Hawk House is from the last time that I was there. Part of me gets a thrill at the memory—not because of Matthew or anyone else in Hawk House, but because I know how Zander would react if he knew that I’d come here again.
Part of me hopes that he finds out before I tell him—just to be able to have the knock-down-drag-out before he puts me on my back and reminds me that I’m not supposed to be here, and I’m sure as shit not supposed to be talking to Matthew Henderson of all people, like we’re old pals.
I knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for someone to answer. It’s a tall guy with windswept blonde hair and one of those douchey smiles that just makes me wanna punch him.
“Hey there. You’re cute.”
“Yeah, I know. Listen, I heard your president was looking for me, or something?”
The guy cocks his head to the side.
“Name?”
“Leona.”
A look of realization dawns on him, and he grins widely.
“Right. Heard about you. Matthew said to bring you up when you swung around.”
He backs away from the door, letting me in.
Hawk House is nothing like Valens. It’s ridiculously gaudy.
There’s gold everywhere—decorations, colors on the wall, the rugs on the floor, everything.
Valens obviously houses a bunch of rich guys, but Hawk House looks like it’s a bunch of children playing pretend.
It wasn’t impressive the first time I came around here, and it’s less impressive now.
I keep my complaints to myself. I plan on saving up the energy to chew out Matthew once he tells me what he actually wants.
I’m brought upstairs to where their rooms are. I’m taken down a long hall that’s just as gaudy as their downstairs, to a room that’s at the very end. It’s super bougie, with double doors leading into a massive bedroom.
“Have fun,” the guy says, and he closes the door behind me before I can say anything to him.