Page 19 of Tempt Me

Her name was still on my roster, so I called it out every day after her absence. I would do so until she was removed from the registrar’s list for good.

“Fallon” fell out of my mouth as I was tracing the name against the back of the woman underneath me. The other one fell asleep. I guess her orgasm was enough, and that promise of licking anything went out the window.

Thing one purred like a fucking cat and that broke the spell of my mind. An eerie feeling crept up my back, and the wind was cold. I felt…hollow.

The next day, back at the university I was still on edge, still couldn’t shake that cold hollow feeling. And I did what the master brothers do best.

Fuck.

After the substitute pulled her dress down, I didn’t waste time yanking open the supply closet door.

Ducking out, I thought I was in the clear as I rounded the corner by the library. I had vacated the area, but still…

I smelled like sex and chemicals that could kill an entire army of bugs, but the sub’s perfume still clung to me, and I couldn’t shake how it didn’t smell anything like—

“Oof…” I slammed into a warm body on the other side of the bookshelves.

My hasty getaway made me clumsy and tired. I reached down, scooping up the fallen books and the flurry of papers floating to the ground. My eyes caught sight of her, freezing me in place, just staring up like an idiot.

Fallon was looking away, her big doe eyes fixated on a random spot on the floor, refusing to meet my gaze.

So, she had dropped my class after all.

The feeling of disappointment washed over me like that shit perfume, so I straightened and gave her back her stuff.

She still wasn’t looking at me and instead mechanically reached out to take the shit back. Her hand bumped into my arm, and the contact felt like electricity shocking my ass. The sensation wasn’t so much like the cattle prods back home, but not unpleasant like that either.

This felt…right.

I eyed her arm, not bothering to help her grab the items. The craving for her to look at me was intense. I had been robbed of her presence for three goddamn days, and I wouldn’t allow the theft to continue anymore. Anger and that unending lust for her raged inside me, and I grabbed her wrist.

“Since when do you have a problem watching me, Little Voyeur?”

She stiffened underneath my grasp, and her beautiful eyes shot to mine.

“There you are,” I praised, pulling that wrist to my chest, caging it by my heart, and pushing her back against the bookshelf.

She gasped, and the books slipped through her fingers again.

I didn’t care.

I had been jacking myself raw and fucking everything that walked by for the hours she had been avoiding me, and seeing her now, I felt like a parched man brought to fresh water.

“Perception,” I said, watching her skin pulse wildly on her exposed neck.

Maybe If I got a taste of this woman, I could shake her from my system and get back to fucking reality. A girl making me this crazy wasn’t okay, especially a student.

Slowly, so as not to startle the little doe, I showed her my hand, flexing the intricate patterns of the tattoos on my fingers that disappeared into my button-down shirt.

“What?” she said, her gaze following my hand.

“Tell me what I said about perception,” I demanded, running my fingertips over her black stockings just above her knees.

She swallowed hard, and I grinned. At this moment, I felt every bit the monster I had been labeled as for the six years I lived in that prison, and fuck me If I didn’t love it.

I wanted to taste her fear.

And I would.