Page 31 of Vicious Knight

“What about it?”

“I’ll have some marriage prospects for you within the next few weeks.”

“Weeks?” This is so much worse than I thought. I sensed he may do shit like this to me but I never thought it would be as soon as weeks.

“Yes. I want you engaged by the end of the year. I have my eye on a few potentials.”

“Like who?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime try to keep your dick under control. Wouldn’t want you to father any bastard children.”

“Don’t worry about my dick.” I should spite his ass by fucking every woman within my sight, including his new toy. “Anything else?”

“Not right now. I think that’s enough for the day don’t you?”

I don’t answer. I just stand and march out. Not looking back.

I’m screwed to fuck and I can’t see a way around it.

When I get down the hallway and I’m sure I’m alone I throw a fist in the wall. It’s concrete so I feel the pain shooting through my knuckles.

It hurts like a motherfucker. But that was the idea. I needed to feel something other than fury.

I have to figure out this shit. Somehow, some fucking way.

I can’t let Aleksander shepherd in Aiden to boot me out. No doubt he’s getting him in to learn my tech skills and anything else he’ll pick up from me when we work together.

And as for being engaged by the end of the year…

Fuck.

Fuck him.

My phone buzzes in my pocket with a text. I pull it out and look at the message. It’s from Lucian. He’s sent his guest list for the Lords and Ladies party Erebus and Lapetus house are hosting. It’s on Saturday night and it’s an invite-only party.

I’m supposed to approve all guests because it’s going to be one of those wild risqué events that everyone will remember for time to come. The idea behind it is a dark fantasy version of a speed-dating session where you can do anything. The girls who are invited agree to be tributes to the Knights who pick them. Everyone gets seven minutes in heaven.

Lucian has sent me eight names of girls who live at Myrrdin house. Eilish is at the top of the list as his plus one—as expected. And beneath her name is Ivy’s.

Something I can’t quite describe pulls on my insides. It feels like rage. I’ve been feeling that asshole emotion all week, so I’m not surprised it’s eating me alive again. What’s surprising is I’m feeling it for a girl I haven’t even fucked yet.

When I imagine her going from guy to guy to play seven minutes in heaven doing fuck knows what, a rush of primal possession charges through my blood.

They’d get to touch her before me. Or do other things.

There’s a lot you can do in seven minutes, including taking someone’s V-card.

Ivy would have to put her name forward for this party knowing what it was. Even though this is clearly Eilish’s doing. She’s the student counselor for the Thetas, so I can imagine her rallying the girls who need to get a life. The other girls on the list are freshmen.

Tiffany already sent a list to me of who she wanted to attend. But I know what that bitch is like. She would have excluded anyone she didn’t like. Eilish gets special privileges because of Lucian.

So, Ivy wants to be a tribute?

Yeah she will be. She’ll be mine.

It’s time to have some fun.

With her.

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