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Everywhere I’ve been so far has looked so immaculate that I’m guessing the groundsmen must have left this section like this on purpose because it looks good.

When I’m enveloped by the trees I risk glancing back over my shoulder to see if Thorne is still there.

He is.

I quicken my pace until I’m far enough away and there’s no possible way he can see me. But still, I can feel his eyes on me.

Even when I reach the dorm those piercing eyes still burn into my skin.

I know I’m being utterly paranoid. He’d have to be the ghost from his urban legend to see me through the walls of the building.

Except my gut tells me that my slipup tonight in meeting him might have earned me the type of unwanted attention I never wanted.

Chapter 3

Thorne

Ivy Yegorov…

Her name in my head sounds like delicious temptation I want to sink my teeth into.

I wonder if she tastes as delicious as she looks.

Her with her lithe little body, full round breasts, those otherworldly eyes, and that long silver-white hair that battled with the moon.

Her hair flowed behind her like a cape in the wind as she made her escape. I watched her flee down the path until I couldn’t see her anymore.

I finish my cigarette and light up another.

The whole time she stood before me, I imagined my hands in that hair. I could almost feel my fingers laced through the silky fibers while I wrapped it around my wrist and slid my cock inside her mouth.

When I got close enough to smell her fear and arousal, it wasn’t that hard to imagine myself buried deep inside her.

The little deer with her caught-in-the-headlights Bambi eyes is fresh meat for guys like me.

She’s beautiful with that hallowed, ethereal beauty you imagine on an angel, and God would I love to have her in my bed, but she’s too sweet, too innocent, and not my type.

Virgins also aren’t my thing.

She never said anything about that, but I just knew.

Despite those details, I’m still staring into the shadows of the empty path as if I can see her. And yes, I was going to kiss her.

Then I might have shoved her up against one of those trees and taken the cherry between her legs, just to say I was the first to have her.

I would have fucked her again for the fun of it.

I only restrained myself because I like a chase. And I still like the hunt even though Ivy Yegorov might not be my type.

I’d also still like her to see my dick piercing some time. I don’t actually have it in tonight. I don’t wear it that often anymore because I outgrew it and it’s not exactly the safest thing to wear when I’m training. But I’d put it in just for her. Just so I could see that look of shock on her pretty face again.

She’s the first girl to fascinate me in a very long time. It’s been even longer since anyone managed to pull me out of the convoluted web of uncertainty surrounding my life.

After the fucked-up-as-hell conversation I had earlier with my dearly beloved uncle, I needed the break of a beautiful woman. If only for those few moments when I know I scared the shit out of her.

I was on my way back to my dorm when I spotted her pacing around like a lost little animal. I watched her, stealthily keeping my distance until it got to a point when I had to say something.

The poor little deer would have guessed within seconds of speaking to me that I was deranged and dangerous. When I gave her my name, it creeped her out even more.

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