Page 132 of The Destruction You Desire

I want to. Fuck, do I want to.

But even with the lights out and my eyes closed, I know she's not what I really want.

The one I wanted tonight got away. The redhead in the short skirt.

My cock finally swells as I imagine her on her hands and knees before me wearing my bright red handprint on her ass.

She was exactly what I needed, but she bailed before I had the chance to make my move.

"Fuck me," the girl beneath me moans, her voice desperate yet whiny. It's like nails on a chalkboard.

Not willing to bail, knowing that I've got a rep to keep, I lift my hand once more in the hope her scream of pain will get me hard enough to fuck her until I lose some of the tension that's keeping my muscles locked up tight and allow me to forget everything for just a handful of blissful seconds.

This hit is harder than any I've landed on her already and she screams like a banshee.

Shoving my pants down over my ass, I wrap my hand around my cock and pump vigorously, hoping it's the extra push I need.

I'm just about to slam inside of her when the door behind me swings open and the light above us illuminates the room.

"Charlie, what's—oh shit," the girl says in a panic when she realizes why her roommate was screaming like she was being murdered. "Sorry, sorry," she says but she's not quick enough to escape because she gives me enough time to look over my shoulder.

What I find makes my cock rock hard instantly in a way that any girl couldn't, but it also makes everything around me grind to a silent halt.

It's her.

The girl who haunts my nightmares.

The girl who torments me relentlessly.

The girl who could have saved me.

Her eyes lock on mine and they widen as if she recognizes me.

I guess it's a possibility. Most people on campus know who I am, know my name.

But does she know? Does she really know?

And more importantly, does she remember?

She takes a step back but I'm faster.

I'm off the bed and in her space in a heartbeat.

"What's the rush, Red? Why don't you stay and have some fun?"

My hand finds the soft skin of her throat and I push her back against the wall. A gasp of shock ripping from her as I lean in, my nose almost touching hers as I breathe in her sweet scent that feeds the darkness that has festered inside me, growing each day since the last time I looked into her blue eyes.

"N-no," she stutters, attempting to release herself from my grip but I'm not having any of it.

I've spent years looking for Macie Fletcher. Years thinking she was nothing but a figment of my imagination. Someone to give me focus, to distract from reality.

Who knew she was living right under my nose?

Leaning in closer, my lips brush the shell of her ear as the length of my body presses hers into the wall. The unmistakable hardness of my cock pressing against her stomach.

"Maybe not tonight, Red. But soon."

"W-what?"

"Leon, what the hell are you doing?" a voice whines from behind me. But I've lost all interest in her now. She was only a means to an end, and a shit one at that.

I've got my sights firmly set on someone new.

"And that's a promise," I whisper before releasing her, grabbing my jersey from the floor and marching out of the room.

Until next time, Macie Fletcher.

And there will be a next time.