Aspen is still gasping for air when I step aside and tuck my now deflated dick back inside my pants. Matteo steps in front of her, taking my place. Grabbing a fistful of her blond hair, he pulls her head up, forcing her to look at him.
“Suck it good because your spit will be the only lube you’ll get,” he warns.
Her tearful eyes flare with anger, and then she spits in his face. “Fuck you!”
“You stupid bitch!” Matteo wipes his face with the back of his hand before swinging it back toward her.
Without thinking, I grab his arm, stopping him from hitting her. “That’s enough. Let her go.”
“Are you fucking serious? We’re not done with her,” Matteo interjects. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows he’s made a mistake by talking back to me.
Instead of letting go of his arm, I twist it around until he yelps in pain. Nash and Marcel let go of Aspen and step away with their palms up in surrender. Smart move.
I release Matteo with a shove, and Aspen doesn’t waste any time. As soon as she is free, she is on the move, but instead of simply making a run for it, she gets up and throws her fist into Matteo’s kidney. He grunts and slumps over in pain while she takes off before he can recover.
“You fucking bitch!” he calls after her. “You’re gonna regret that.” It takes him a moment to recover. When he straightens back up, he turns to his guys. “I’m gonna make her pay for that. Next time, she’ll get more than a dead rat in her bed.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I question.
“We left a dead rat in her bed yesterday,” Nash explains proudly. “Pinned it to her mattress with a knife.”
“It was great.” Matteo chuckles. “But nothing compared to what’s coming next.”
“How the fuck did you get into her room?”
“Easy.” Marcel shrugs. “The janitor made us a copy of her key card. We can get in any time we want.”
“Give it to me,” I demand, holding out my hand.
Marcel looks a bit stunned but reaches back into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He finds the card and hands it to me.
“You only have this one?” I look around into all three faces. When everyone nods, I continue, “No one goes into her room besides me. No one touches her besides me. No one torments her besides me. She is mine and mine alone. If I find any of you are doing anything to her, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat. Is that clear?”
Nash and Marcel nod their heads furiously. Matteo isn’t that smart. He studies my face for a moment, his jaw clenched and his eyes glaring. I know he wants to tell me to fuck off, but he manages to refrain and nod ever so slightly. He’ll be the one I have to watch.
“Good.” I slide the key card into my pocket. “I’ll see you guys around.”
I walk away with an unsettling feeling deep in my gut. That only spreads like a wildfire as everything that has happened today replays in my mind. It’s like watching a movie for a second time, but now you have more information. You know the ending, details you weren’t aware of before.
They went into her room and destroyed her bed right after I gave her a new blanket. All the pieces click into place. She thinks it was me, and I can’t blame her for that conclusion. She thought I played her, and that’s why she made the scene in the cafeteria.
Still, she made a scene, making me look weak in front of the entire school. I had to do something to retaliate, no matter her reasoning.
I don’t feel guilty about what I did to her just now, but I do feel uneasy about Matteo. He’s not going to let this go. I don’t know when or how, but he will strike back. Too bad for him, I meant what I said. She is mine to torment, mine alone to control, and I will not let anyone take that away from me.
The gravity of my statement only starts to sink in when I reach my dorm door. I unlock it and walk in. The place is dark and quiet, letting me know Ren is already asleep. Checking the time, I realize it’s after one a.m. already.
Quietly, I head to my room. I briefly think about taking a shower, but that would mean washing Aspen away from my body. The thought of her dried spit remaining on my cock makes the fucker twitch in my pants. God, I’m fucked up. My mind twisted and depraved, but instead of feeling apologetic about it, I embrace it. Embrace the darkness running through my veins.
I was born into this life, and I have no plans on fighting it. Slipping out of my boots, I undress quickly but forgo the shower.
Falling into my bed, I stare at the ceiling, knowing there is no way I’m going to sleep any time soon. So instead, I let earlier run through my mind on repeat…
The way her tongue felt on my cock, her soft whimpers, the tears in her eyes. Her helplessness and the power it gave me in return. Fuck. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. My dick is already hard again, and I pull it out of my underwear.
Wrapping my hand around the length, I start stroking myself and imagine going to her room. With the key card, I could slip inside unnoticed, climb into her bed, and pin her beneath me before she even wakes up. Closing my eyes, I picture her lying there, only wearing a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts I can easily pull down before plunging my cock deep inside her tight cunt. I would shove her body into the mattress with each thrust—
My little fantasy comes to an abrupt halt as I wonder if she is even in her room now. Matteo said they fucked with her bed. Surely, she won’t sleep in it after they put a dead rodent in there. But where else would she sleep? Did she get a new bed? New room?