Page 15 of White Hole

The villain laughed. “No. Alenna will file charges against you for rape. On your friends. On your father. And I plan to back her up.”

“What do you want, Gianna?”

“I want you. I want you to meet me and fuck me whenever I call. I want you to fuck me raw.”

I thought I had escaped my prison, but I was just in a holding cell. The metal door just clanged shut. “Can I have a week to think this through?”

Gianna got up and sat in my lap, grinding her round ass on my crotch. “Sure, sweetie. But you’ll say yes.” She leaned forward so she pushed her butt more into me and grabbed her phone from the bed. “I have your number. I’ll text you this new one. You have one week. Otherwise, I’d wait for the police to knock on your door.”

She slid off me as I moved to a standing position. Turning around, she whispered close to my neck while grabbing my cock. “I’ve missed you, Georgie.”

I didn’t want her to see how sick she made me. Darting out of the room, I made it to the truck before hurling my protein shake onto the ground near the tailgate. There was no way out. I was trapped. She knew exactly what to say in order to get me to comply. Freedom was an illusion.

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The next week brought on the autumn rains. I pulled my hoodie closer over my head and darted through the Northview University library lot. Figured I would get some early studying out of the way while waiting to see if the princess would return for tutoring. Though I wasn’t in the mood for her snark, something inside me anticipated her arrival.

After an hour of going over notes, a smell of cinnamon and coffee wafted to my nose. Glancing up from the table, Ms. Priss was standing across from me with a travel mug in her hand. She looked as if she were debating whether to stay or not. I leaned back in the little wooden chair.

“Are you going to be nice to me today?” Her small mouth pursed as she raised one eyebrow.

“Are you going to be niceto metoday?”

She scoffed. “I’ve always been nice to you.” She sat in the seat next to me, throwing her bag into the empty chair beside her.

“Bird brain?”

Kinsley chuckled. “Oh, that one bothered you, huh?” She suddenly grimaced and flexed her fingers, and straightened her legs, propping them up on the empty seat.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. A drunk driver hit my car a few years ago, and sometimes things hurt. Like when it rains, or the weather is changing.”

The memory of Barrett Grant’s drunk face from the bar flashed into my mind. He said something about this girl causing “both” of our families problems. The mayor’s son had been involved in a hit-and-run a few years ago.

“Oh? Bad accident?”

“Yeah. You saved me from the other driver last Friday night.”

I must have grunted.

She flared her nostrils. “You don’t believe me?”

The problem was, I did believe her. If she kept pressing Barrett for the truth, the mayor was likely to harm her. She could be in over her head without realizing what danger she was in. Even my father could try to silence her. What were the chances that this girl would be assigned to me for tutoring? Northview really was too small for me.

Kinsley never shut her mouth. I knew she could never stop talking about the incident, especially ifIwas the one telling her to shut up about it. She had no idea the kind of danger she’d put herself in if she spoke about it so openly.

“Well, I guess the answer is no. You’ve returned to your mute state. Do I need to press a button to turn you on or something?”

Fuck. This girl was cute. She was definitely turning me on; my dick twitched in my pants. She was the type that had no idea how sexy she actually was. Her brown hair was in a messy side ponytail. I wanted to grab it. Despite her oversized sweatshirt, I could tell she had a nice figure. I’d checked out her ass in leggings the other day. Her perky tits were almost jumping out at me the other night at the club.

“Earth to Mr. Astronomer. Are you going to teach me, or should I find someone else? I’m sure YouTube has someone better than you.”

I cleared my throat. “You actually want to learn today, or are you going to run off?”

“Seriously? You insulted me. You were an asshole.”

I shrugged. “How did I insult you?”

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