Page 5 of Vengeful Princess

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Landon

Polly droned on in my ear, yammering away about some shit I cared nothing about. By the time I got back downstairs, I was ready to tell her to fuck off. She was killing my good mood, and I had more tours to do. At least five more, if memory served me.

I bet none of the other new students would be as hot as Thea Ricci. Fuck me, she was my type. Petite, dark hair, curvy. Just the way I liked my women. The only fly in the ointment was she seemed mostly immune to my many charms.

Unlike Polly, who’d happily get on her knees and suck me off anywhere, anytime. The girl had no shame.

“I hear you guys are throwing a party on Friday?” Polly fluttered her eyelashes hopefully, probably realizing I was about to ditch her ass.

“It’s Cassian’s party.” From the way her face fell, she knew he’d never let her in the door. Polly’s family wasn’t the right caliber of rich and entitled. Polly’s father made his money in engineering, and while they were wealthy, they didn’t move in the samecircles as the Forsyth family. I almost smiled. Cassian was as much a snob as his father. If your face didn’t fit, you were out.

Polly sidled closer, biting her lip and pressing her small tit against my bicep. I waited for my dick to respond. Nope. Nothing. Dead below the belt.

“Can’t you spring me an invite, Landon? I’ll bring Arabella and we can have a threesome.”

I shook my head. No way would Cassian let that bitch Arabella through the door. The one time she had come to one of our parties, he found her in his room, rifling through his shit like a fucking deranged stalker.

“Sorry. No can do. I’ll maybe see you at Onyx on Saturday night, yeah?” Onyx was a fight club in the nearby town. It flew under the radar, thanks to the remote location. The local police knew what went down there, but since most of them liked to place bets on Kyril, they never bothered doing anything about it.

The Russian fucker was mean as hell and positively feral when jacked up on vodka and aggression. This weekend’s fight promised to be particularly vicious, given Kyril had only just returned from an extended visit home where his stepmother was in residence.

I felt sorry for whatever poor sod they shoved in the ring with my friend.

Polly’s shoulders sagged with disappointment. “Sure, I guess so.”

My next fresher stood waiting for me, so I left Polly and pasted a welcoming smile on my face. Sadly, Neville Chambers was nowhere near as pretty as Thea. Although he did have impressively large man-boobs.

“Hey, Nev, ready for the tour?” I gave him my best, most cheerful smile.

“Y…y…yes?” I could tell Neville was already a fan of my winning personality.

“How about we check out the gym first? I'm guessing you’ll be joining the weight watchers club.”

Nev flushed bright red and looked like he might cry. I frowned. Had I said the wrong thing?Oops.

4

Thea

Chatter and laughter echoed off the stone-flagged floor and wood-paneled walls. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais with a long table and chairs sat in front of a fireplace large enough to roast a haunch of venison.

I stood surrounded by my fellow students. All of us waiting for the welcome assembly to start. My mind pictured what this room must have looked like back in the 18th century. I imagined a scene straight out of an historical bodice ripper, where brawny men sat around drinking and feasting while buxom wenches served ale.

There were very few buxom wenches and hot guys in kilts present today. Several groups of students stood huddled in nearby. They all appeared to know each other, judging from the lively chatter about parties I hadn’t attended, places and people I knew nothing about.

It made me feel like a duck out of water here, alone and friendless.

Unlike these skirt-wearing skinny girls with their pin-curled hair and perfect makeup, I wore a pair of jeans. It was cold this far north. And besides, I didn’t own any skirts.

Several members of the faculty filed in from a door at the end, each of them taking seats on the dais. A tall man with gray hair and thin-wired glasses stood at the front and clapped his hands. I presumed it was Dean Brown.

“Welcome to a new year at Abernethy College!” he boomed once the chatter died down. “For the freshman students among you, I hope you’ve had a chance to acquaint yourself with the student manual and perused the Code of Conduct. Any infractions will be frowned upon, with disciplinary measures enforced.” Wow, he wasn’t messing around. Straight for the jugular.

A couple of students nearby muttered to each other, clearly not liking the sound of that, while someone behind me snorted derisively.

“Stupid fuck,” scoffed a familiar voice. I swiveled around and caught my student guide winking at me.

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