Chapter 17

"I have to fly to Chicago tonight for an alumni event this weekend." I pause in the doorway.

"Okay." Cora nods.

"I'll leave my credit card with you. Use it for anything you need while I'm gone." I pull my wallet from my pants, slide a black card from it, and leave it on the vanity beside my discarded cufflinks. "I expect your things in my room when I get back."

"Sam—"

"I'm not asking." I cut her off. "I want you in my bed with me."

The words escape me as I say them. I don't share my bed with women—not like that. I fuck them and discard them; they don't spend the night. Ever.

I know Cora has only been with me for a week—and I'm paying her to be—but the idea of being apart from her doesn't sit well with me. The only reason I'm not bringing her with me is that I need a little time by myself.

Time to be myself.

Cora hasn't really seen the monster that I am yet. I want to show her, but I'm almost certain that she will run through the door the moment she finds out how roughly I want to use her.

How I can't stop thinking about being deep inside her as she's on the brink of unconsciousness.

This alumni weekend couldn't have come at a more perfect time. Normally, I despise them, but college campuses are more than full of girls who will allow me to scratch that itch.

This is how I'll do it.

How I can be good for Cora…

…And keep that darkness inside of me happy.

"You don't come while I'm gone. I want your cunt well rested when I get back. Understand?"

"I understand." she agrees with an adorable pout.

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For the life of me, I will never understand why colleges have these stupid fucking alumni dinners. I do not need to meet the entire incoming team freshman class to continue to support them on and off the field. I send more than enough money to both.

The only highlight of this evening so far is the cute little brunette sitting a few tables over. She bears a slight similarity to Mia, only it's clear she has a different social status. Based on her super petite stature, I'd be surprised if she weren't a member of the cheer squad.

She's exactly what I need.

As dinner ends and things become significantly less formal, I continue to keep my eye on her. Mingling throughout the crowd—my fame is the true reason I get invited to these things—I ensure that she stays within my line of sight.

When she grabs her small purse from the table and heads toward the door, I promptly excuse myself from the mundane conversation with some new kid for the team. Pushing open the door, I step into the hallway just in time to see her slipping into the stairwell.

Where are you going, little one?

When I get through the door, her heels click a few flights above me. Staying light on my feet to ensure my soles don't click on the metal steps, I take my time following her as I count her steps to gauge what floor she exits on. She pushes on a door, and the faint sounds of traffic tell me my counting was in vain—she's on the roof.

Picking up my pace, I take the steps two at a time to get to her. I glance through the small glass pane and she's standing just a few feet beyond the door. A cigarette rests between her lips, and she's rifling through her bag.

Taking advantage of her current distraction, I push open the fire door and snake my arms around her. One around her throat and the other around her tiny waist; squeezing hard, I silence her as I lift her from the ground and carry her away from the door.

"Smoking is a nasty habit," I snicker while using the arm around her waist to pull her skirt up her lean thighs. "Dangerous even."

Garbled screams and cries for help vibrate against my forearm, which is wrapped so tightly around her throat that no sound comes from her.

Too bad…

"You can fight me, little one. I like it. You're going to find out just how much when I make you scream for me."

Undoing my pants, I reach into my boxers and grab my—flaccid—cock.

What the fuck?

Gripping it firmly in my fist, I vigorously stroke it against her bare ass. As good as my hand feels sliding over my length, my cock doesn't get hard.

This doesn't happen to me.

Ever.

My virility is generally like that of a teenager, with my cock growing hard practically on command, and the ability to nut is easily there several times a day. More, when surrounded by the right motivation.

"Fuck," I angrily hiss against the girl squirming in my tight hold. Letting go, I shove her from me with enough force that she crumples to the rooftop. Before she has a chance to see my face, I turn and head back to the door. Her faint sobs and cries for help sound behind me, but they do nothing for me.

Her screams aren't the ones I want.

Taking the stairs quickly, I exit a couple of floors above the alumni party and take the elevator down to the lobby. Ditching the party, I head outside and straight to the rental car.

"Fuck, fuck, Fuuuuuuck," I yell as I pound my fists against the steering wheel.

This weekend was a mistake.

I shouldn't have come here…

…For this.

I know exactly what I want.

And where to find her.