Page 37 of Theirs to Ruin

My cock twitched, and for good reason, because suddenly the thought of her being a virgin set off a series of images of Camille, naked and writhing beneath me. Her sweet virgin pussy stretching to allow my girth and all my piercings inside…her eyes rolling back in her head as I played with her clit…herscreams of ecstasy as I thrust so deep into her I shoved her up the fucking mattress and made her come.

I wanted to be the one to fuck her for the first time. The one to teach her how to ride a cock and how to get off with my mouth on her pussy. Maybe it was absurd for me to have such a visceral reaction to a mere suspicion she was a virgin, but it was undeniably there. As was my sudden need to keep protecting her after what had happened at The Roost.

CU had a top-notch security system that kept out anyone who didn’t belong here and armed guards around the perimeter that would deal with anyone who tried to circumvent the system. Even so, I hadn’t liked how secluded Ava and Camille’s dorm was compared to the other dorms on campus, but when I’d pressed Ava to move, she’d assured me they were fine. Still, I'd watched out for them both even as I’d tried to keep my distance from Camille. Now I was considering drawing her closer. For my own entertainment and curiosity, but also to make sure she stayed safe.

Realizing my friends were staring at me, I gave them a cocky grin.

“Hey, where the fuck did you go?” Silas asked. “Daydreaming?”

“Human Anatomy test in two days. I’m mentally reciting all the bones in the body.” I turned to Alex, wanting to get their attention off me. "So, about your fight coming up, Alex," I said, shifting my attention back to the conversation they were currently on. “Do you know who you’re being paired with?”

Alex raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at my sudden engagement. "Not yet, but I’m betting it’s Huffington.”

Silas snorted. "Tough luck. My money’s on Huffington.”

Samir, ever Alex’s best friend, glared at Silas. “I’ll take that bet. How about a hundred-to-one odds that Alex drops whoever he faces in the first two minutes of the fight?”

I half-listened as the bets were made, wondering if Camille had ever been to one of CU’s underground fight matches. Unlikely. But fuck, even fights made me think of Camille now.

This was uncharted territory. I'd always prided myself on keeping my emotions in check, especially when it came to women. But with Camille, it was as if the walls I had built over the years were suddenly crumbling down, giving way to the lust, jealousy, and possessiveness that lay beneath them.

My thoughts shifted to Dante and how pissed I’d been when he’d swooped in like a fucking white knight to rescue her fromme. He had looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart, as if I had been the one to make her cry. I had no idea where he took her yesterday or what they did, but I wasn’t fucking around with Camille anymore.

I was moving in.

I wanted Camille, and there was no way in hell I was about to let another guy stand in my way. Least of all Dante Fucking Morillo.

Chapter 15

Camille

After my classes were done for the day, I went to the library to study for a couple of hours. Not that I got much done. Even when my tutor, Drew Nelson, a handsome boy who was probably the kindest guy on campus, did his best to get me to focus on Calculus, I was too distracted by thoughts of both Kage and Dante, as well as the fact I still hadn’t heard from Bianca after my last message. I was really starting to worry about her now.

Bianca was my rock, the one constant in a world that often felt like it was spiraling out of control. We’d texted since the night we went to Devil’s Engine, but I hadn’t seen her. That wasn’t that uncommon, but it wasn’t like her not to respond to my texts. Or to miss an appointment with theconciliantis.

After thanking Drew for his help and scheduling another tutoring session for later that week, I walked to my dorm, hugging my thick, wool jacket around me as the rain began to fall. In the distance, I heard music and smelled burning wood. The lake party was well underway.

A group of girls, one in a hijab and long skirt, and the other in jeans, brushed past me, giggling and linking arms. They headed to the trail that led off-campus, down to the lake. There was a whole line of people and?—

I sucked in my breath when, once again, I thought I saw Ty in the distance. Instinctively, I took a couple of steps forward, but when the guy turned around, I saw his hair was blond, not dark. Damn it, what was wrong with me? Why did I keep seeing Ty when that had never happened before?

My phone pinged. Taking a deep breath, I retrieved it from my bag. When I saw Bianca’s name, I felt a rush of relief. I clicked on the message to see what she had to say for herself.

Get your ass down to the lake—it’s the party of the season! Oh! And I saw the conciliantis. Thanks for the heads up.

My relief was short-lived as it turned into annoyance. I wanted to give her shit for not replying to me sooner, but I was so relieved to know she was okay that I held back.

Thanks, but I’ll leave the partying to you tonight. Had my fill recently.

With a sigh, I pressed send, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Bianca was fine, and for now, that was all that mattered. My phone pinged again.

Are you okay? I heard about what happened. I can’t believe Ava said that to you.

I'm fine.I just need to study.

It wasn’t true. I wasn’t fine, but there was nothing to do but move forward.

No, what you need is to teach that bitch not to mess with you. If you won’t, I will.

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