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"I already told you who I was and who I wasn't," he says angrily between strokes. "Fuck me, you like this shit. Listen to how your pussy reacts to me. She craves me, just like you do, you fucking slut. Take this dick, bitch. Take all of it since you want it so fucking bad."

Pleasure rips through my body, and oh my God, I can't stop the orgasm Weston delivers. They come one after another as he pushes in and out of me until he pulls out aggressively to spill his cum onto my stomach. He jerks himself off until the last drop, swiping a finger through it and wiping it on my lips.

He leans down, kissing me after, shoving his tongue, and my body reacts in response. I arch my back but tell my mind to let it go. This has to stop.

Weston moans before he pulls away from the kiss. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, Shit-ney."

He stalks away from me, and it takes every ounce of determination not to cry while I gather my clothes. My legs are wobbly, tripping and stumbling as I put my clothes on, not bothering to wipe his spunk off me as I bolt through his door.

It's a lonely, cold walk across campus until I get to my dorm room. My roommate is rarely there, and tonight is no different. Thankfully, sleep finds me before the disgust of what happens does.

CHAPTER 3

Weston

Holy fuck.

What the hell?

I let the hot water of my shower pour over me as the events of the night play repeatedly.

"She started this shit," I yell at the memories of Whitney. I already hate how much I'm attracted to her, but now that I know how sweet that pussy is, it's all I can think about. It takes me forever to go back to sleep.

However, when morning finally comes, a plan forms. It doesn't take me long to get dressed and make my way toward Whitney's dorm. An R.A., sitting at the desk, eyes me with a questioning glare.

"What are you doing here so early, Whitlock?" she asks.

"I have a paper to pick up." I shrug, lying, but based on the reputation Whitney helped me earn, it's believable. The girl nods for me to go through the dorm, and I make my way to Whitney's floor.

Room 309 is to the right of the elevator. To my delightful surprise, the door's open. The lock is on but stopping the door from closing. She must not have her key. A smile spreads across my face as I dip into her room and hide behind the door.

It doesn't take long for Whitney to come back. She's wearing a towel and slides on her feet. The aroma of her body wash is fruity, alluring as I step behind her and wrap my hand around her mouth.

My hand muffles her screams, and I take a step back with her to lock the door. I nuzzle against her neck, whispering, "Did you miss me, Shit-ney? Don't scream."

I put enough darkness in my tone to let her know this warning is to be taken seriously.

She spins around, her hair in a messy bun, and the towel is barely big enough to cover those amazing tits. I can feel myself getting hard already, but that's not why I'm here.

"Get out, Weston. I, um, I won't say anything about last night…to anyone," she says.

I plop onto the bed, perfectly made and un-slept in. "I know you won't. You assaulted me."

"No. I was confused, and?—"

"And I said no," I tell her. "As a matter of fact, listen to this."

I turn the volume up on the video from last night. Every moment playing for Whitney makes her eyes widen with horror. The sounds of her ignoring me telling her to stop are loud and clear. Every time I tell her I'm not Quinn, she cringes at the sound of her own voice.

"I watched Quinn drug you, and instead of letting him fuck you in a bush or in the middle of that frat party, I took you back to my place."

"You obviously know where my room is. How do you know where I stay, and why didn't you bring me back here?"

"One, I only know where your room is from that day in the fall semester when they wanted to hang a dead fish on your door. Be happy we didn't go through with that prank. Secondly, I didn't bring you back to my place to keep you safe. I had every intention of recording you doing something outrageous, and I got fucking gold."

She drops her towel, showing me her naked body and sliding her hands between her legs. "I'll do whatever you want to have that video deleted."

"For starters, stop. This isn't as sexy as you think it is."

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