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I T ONLY TAKES ME A few days to figure out where Victor’s dorm room is, and I haven’t even spent all that much time and effort to snoop around. He tends to keep his window open and look through it, so that has made everything easier for me.

The only thing that surprises me is that his room is on the ground floor. I expected he’d be somewhere upstairs, but maybe it doesn’t matter to him and he wants to be closer to everything. Hell, maybe he sneaks girls in through the window, so that’s why he asked for that room.

I sit outside on the bench, pretending to read a book. From here, I have a view of both the entrance to the dorms and Victor’s window. He should be off to practice soon, and at this time, there usually aren’t many people around.

Hopefully, the window will stay open and I’ll use it to get in. Breaking in or anything else would be too complicated, and I don’t want to get caught.

Of course, nothing has come out of the investigation about the person who sabotaged my presentation. All that happened was that we had to attend an extra class to explain why bullying and sharing such pictures was bad.

Most people were glued to their phones the entire class instead of paying attention, and Victor was too busy chatting with Vanessa and Greg. I don’t know why anyone even bothered. I guess it was to fool me into thinking that Emberwell was trying really hard to make things right.

But a staff member also implied that I was lucky I wasn’t suspended. He seemed to think I was doing it for attention or that I was trying to sabotage Victor. They even offered free counseling to help both Victor and me with the trauma. Victor didn’t mind snatching the victim card, and I’m pretty sure he got out of doing a paper for one class because of it all. He bats his eyelashes and everyone falls. Ridiculous.

I spot Victor with his gym bag, so I quickly turn away from him and lift my book. It’s better if he doesn’t see me lurking around, or he’ll get the crazy idea that I’m here for him. Wait, I am here for him, just not in the way he wants.

When I glance over my shoulder to see where he is, I can’t look away from him. Damn, his sweatpants are way too tight, and his shirt is tucked in.

I really don’t want to find him hot, but I can’t help it. His ass is perfection, and for a second, I wonder what it would feel like to squeeze it while he...

Dammit, brain.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. How can I be attracted to the guy who’s put me through all those terrible things? It’s insane, and yet, it’s like a delicious forbidden fantasy.

I shouldn’t want him in any shape or form, but I do. Maybe it’s because of his tiring insistence that he’d never fuck me, because I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, especially after he let me come all over his face.

I press my legs together, looking around to distract myself from my annoying arousal. Can I just pretend Victor has an evil twin? So it’s the twin who’s tormenting me, and Victor... Victor is simply a hot guy who can give me the wickedest orgasm.

Maybe I should embrace the whole drama Victor is creating and come to class with a Victor-ate-my-pussy-milestone-complete t-shirt. Now that’s a completely unbelievable fantasy. It would be my word against Victor’s, so it would be meaningless. No one would believe me. And I’d probably get kicked out of college because everyone would take it as proof that I was behind those disgusting photos too.

Can’t win with Victor, can I?

When I make sure he’s out of my sight and there isn’t anyone else, I stuff my things into my bag and dash across the grass to Victor’s window.

It’s not wide open, but it’s cracked enough that I can easily push it. What is Victor thinking? He got into my house through an open window, and yet he doesn’t expect someone to enter his room the same way? Either he’s very dumb, or he doesn’t care.

I look around once again, and then I haul myself through the open window and pull the thick drapes over it. Whoa. Victor’s room is like a small apartment, and it looks even better than in the photos of the dorms.

Everyone at Emberwell has their own room, except for people who for some reason decide to share a room. It’s definitely big enough for two beds. There’s a private bathroom too and a small kitchen, even though I’m not sure any of the students here want to cook or know how to do it.

Victor’s room is surprisingly clean and tidy. Somehow, I thought it would be a complete mess, but I was wrong, or he just pays someone to take care of it.

I look around and head for his desk. As I open the first drawer, I groan. A whole bunch of condoms. Great. I didn’t need to see that. I go to the closet, but it’s full of clothes and hockey gear. Boring.

I spot a photo on the nightstand. It’s Victor and some girl. Who is she? She’s very pretty, with dark brown eyes and long black hair. I frown. Does Victor actually have a girlfriend no one knows anything about? Or is she a relative? They kind of look alike. I guess she’s his sister.

I scan the room again. Victor probably keeps all the important stuff at home, so it’s not like I’m going to find anything special here. But what was in that packet that guy gave him in the alley? If it’s drugs or something like that, where could he be keeping it? I doubt he’s going home for it.

I lift the pillow, but there’s nothing under it, so I peek under the bed. Nothing. I go back to the desk and dig through the papers, but it’s just college textbooks and notebooks. Something creaks, and I pause, letting go of the notebook I’ve just picked up.

Before I can turn around, someone grabs me from behind. I yelp as Victor flips me around and slams me against the wall. My breath leaves me as his hand closes around my neck, not too hard, but not gentle either.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, his face so close to mine that it’s hard to think.

I don’t say anything because I can’t. My mind is blank, my full attention on his lips and his body pressed against mine.

I should be afraid. Terrified.

But I’m not.

All I can think about is that he smells so damn good.

His thumb moves up and down my neck as his grip eases, sending heat through me. I don’t think he’s going to hurt me. A voice at the back of my head screams that I’m being dumb, but I ignore it.

Victor’s lips part as his gaze lands on my mouth. I know what he wants. His erection pokes against me, and it’s getting more difficult to fight against the need growing inside me.

So what if I forget everything he’s done and give in to the desire? Maybe then it’ll be gone, and I’ll stop with this nonsense. Maybe I’ll stop wanting him when I totally shouldn’t. Maybe he’ll leave me alone when he gets what he really wants.

That’s a whole lot of maybes.

But I don’t care.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

Victor’s eyes widen in surprise. “And then what?” he breathes.

“And then...” My lips spread into a taunting smile.

“Fuck.” He groans, and then his mouth is on mine.

And it doesn’t feel even a tiny bit wrong. Actually, it feels perfect. His lips crash against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. His kisses are wild and fiery, and they make me forget everything.

No one has ever kissed me with so much passion and force. It’s like he’s trying to devour me. Inhale me. Consume me. But it’s not enough.

We can’t stop. We don’t want to.

His fingers ball into my shirt, almost tearing it off me. We stumble toward his bed as his mouth leaves a scorching path down my neck.

Our clothes fly everywhere as he keeps kissing every inch of my heated skin. I end up lying naked on the bed, and as he climbs on top of me, I run my fingers up and down his bare chest. Victor’s eyes find mine, and I can barely believe this is really happening.

But then he lowers his head and licks a trail down my breasts and stomach. I let him push my legs wide open, and a thrill rushes through me as his tongue spreads my folds.

None of this should feel so good, and yet... It’s as if Victor knows exactly what I need. His tongue torments me as I claw at the sheets, and I don’t know if I can take it any longer.

I look down my body and meet Victor’s gaze. Then he starts flicking his tongue over my clit, and the moan that tears itself out of my throat is so loud that I clamp my hand over my mouth. The pleasure that pours itself over me as Victor brings me over the edge leaves me breathless.

Before I can recover, he kisses me and flips me over onto my stomach, then lifts my hips up. I hear him move, so I glance at him. He snatches a condom from his drawer and returns. I wiggle my ass in the air because I need him inside me so bad that I’m almost feral.

The fire burning between Victor and me is inexplicable, but I don’t even want to try to figure it out. I don’t want to put it out. I want to add oil to it until we both explode.

“Fuck,” Victor mutters as he kneads my ass.

Then his thick length rubs my entrance, and all I can do is groan and moan. He slowly pushes his tip inside me, and then he slams himself into my slickness. I gasp as I stretch around him. Damn, he’s so big, but it feels good.

He doesn’t give me much time to adjust as he starts pumping his hips. I can barely keep myself up on my elbows as he rams so deep and hard into me that my thoughts scatter.

I remember the fake photo of me from my presentation day. Me in a similar position now, with Victor’s cock buried inside me. I guess it was his fantasy.

Is it sick and twisted that I’m enjoying every second of this? Even after everything he’s done? I shouldn’t want to be in his presence, let alone allow him to fuck me like he’s doing now.

But instead of running away from him, I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m pushing my hips toward his because I want it. I want the pleasure. This feeling of something so wrong and yet so right at the same time. It’s intoxicating.

Victor’s hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs my head back as he furiously pounds into me. I cry out as my orgasm ripples through me, and I press my face against my arm. This room better be soundproof because if it’s not...

But I don’t have time to think about it. Victor grips my hips as he pushes inside me one more time with a loud groan. As my insides throb and pulsate with pleasure, I manage to pull away from him.

He rolls onto the bed next to me, a smile on his face, a content glint in his eyes.

I fucked Victor Overton.

I fucked my bully.

And I liked it.

Fuck!

It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, and then I hop to my unsteady feet, looking around for my clothes.

Victor just lies there, his chest rapidly rising and falling. I get dressed as quickly as possible and head to the window. It’s better if I leave as soon as possible, while I’m still under the influence of whatever happiness-inducing hormones are coursing through my veins. Because if I stay, I’ll probably be mad at myself and at Victor. And we may fuck again, which so can’t happen.

“Come again,” Victor says just as I move the drapes to see if anyone’s outside.

I glance at him over my shoulder, and he winks at me.

Come again?

Really?

Ugh!

I get out and rush away from there, even though my legs are wobbly and I’m way too sore to try to run. If anyone sees me, maybe it’ll be a good thing if they take a photo. Then everyone will know mighty Victor has fallen.

Except, it doesn’t feel that way. It’s Victor who’s won. Again. He got exactly what he wanted, and I... Well, I can’t lie. I got what I wanted too, but not really. I wanted him to disappoint me and prove that there was nothing good about him.

How the hell am I supposed to forget him now? I was already messed up from what happened at the club, and now, instead of extinguishing the spark that sizzled between us, I truly set everything on fire. The only problem is that the fire is still burning, and I don’t know what to do about that.