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I pull up her satin dressing gown. She’s wearing a clean pair of white panties. Oh, I loved plain white panties. “Yes, well, we have similarly strange tastes in literature.”

“I’m not really in the mood, sweetie,” she told me, shirking me off her.

“Well, I am in the mood,” I said, still riding high from seeing my collection and the little gift from Cattus. Fuck, the gift. I left it in the kitchen. How could I be so careless?

Vic stepped to the door and I panicked, gripping her arm to stop her from going further.

She cried out, but it was no use. The shadow enveloped me pulling me into the zone. I yanked her back, shoved her face first over my desk and ripped her panties off. Her cries of protest were white noise in my head and her flailing arms felt like rubber when they struck me.

I heard and felt nothing.

My hunger was too strong.

I fucked her hard thinking of Cattus. I fucked her hard until juice saturated her satin pussy making a squelching sound as my cock thrust. I fucked her hard until her pussy clamped around my cock and she cried out in ecstasy shuddering all over.

She fucking came. A genuine orgasm, it’s been a while.

All that fighting and pushing me away and she wanted it just as much as me.

I ejaculated inside her and when I pulled out, she swung around and slapped me across the face. It burned so good.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” she hissed.

I snatched her face and kissed her deeply until the fighting ceased and she crumbled into my arms. Her hand found my balls and massaged them as I groaned her name. Sinking to her knees, she took my left ball between her lips and I sucked with her perfect prom queen mouth .

TWENTY SIX

Ollie

“You know everyone suspects it’s you,” I told Thomas Buchanan president of the Snake and Chalice. He had that confident Ivy League look about him, like nothing can touch him. I hated guys like that.

“Is this why you wanted to have a meeting with me?” he asked, taking one of the chairs in the Snake and Chalice chamber.

“Yeah, you’re being watched by cops and students, so maybe you should watch your step.”

He combed his dark blond hair back with his fingers. “I figured that.”

“Vanderbilt’s being watched closely too. It won’t be long before this entire filth ring is brought down.”

“It’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m a mere innocent bystander.”

“You’re the president of the S and C, I’m sure you know everything that’s going on, since it’s under your nose.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m involved in it.”

“Even Michael Wheeler thinks it’s you.”

I caught a flash of fear in his eyes. It was just a fleeting moment only to return to the self-assured asshole that he was. “I know it seems obvious that it would be me, but it’s not.”

“And you know who it is?”

He hesitated. “Why are you asking all these questions? What’s it got to do with you?”

“I want to see an end to it all. Too many people are getting hurt.”

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