Page 22 of Pucking Obsessed

It’s an envelope. An old one, the edges yellowed and slightly crinkled. A wax seal glints under the light, the intricate design of a Castlebrook fraternity stamped cleanly into it. I turn it over in my hands, the smooth surface cool against my skin.

I glance up at Hayden, scrunching my nose as I ask, “What would they be contacting me for?”

Kirsten shrugs, her voice nonchalant. “Scott is a Kappa Alpha. Maybe he’s inviting you to formal or something.”

Before I can react, Hayden snatches the letter out of my hands, holding it out of reach as I lunge for it. “Give it back,” I protest, my voice sharp with irritation.

But he’s too tall, too quick, and he rips the envelope open. I see the shift in his face instantly, his expression hardening as the color drains from his handsome face.

“What the fuck,” he blurts out, his voice a low growl.

My stomach drops, panic slamming into me as I jump up and snatch the letter from him. My hands tremble as I smooth the paper out, my eyes scanning the stark red letters scrawled across the page.

“Daddy and the whore were just the opening act. Are you ready for the main event?”

HAYDEN

My fingers twitch, and I let them drift under the table, finding the bare skin of Madison’s knee.

She jerks slightly at the contact, her body stiffening, but I don’t stop. My fingers press into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, until I feel her relax.

I smirk, satisfied. She can fight this all she wants, but it won’t change anything. She belongs to me.

I glance down, letting my fingers trace small circles against her leg, and my thoughts drift. Her skin is so soft, impossibly smooth, and all I can think about is how much softer she feels somewhere else.

My mouth practically waters at the thought of pulling her panties aside, tasting her until she comes over and over. I can still remember how sweet she was, the way her body reacted to me like I was the only thing she would ever need.

I want to crawl under this table, strip her bare, and make her mine right here and now. The need to see her writhing in pleasure, to feel her come undone around me, is overwhelming.

I know I can’t, but that doesn’t stop the frustration from simmering just beneath the surface, though.

My hand slides higher, my fingertips brushing the edge of her silky panties. I know which ones these are without seeing them. I picked every pair out carefully and they’re all burned into my memory. Madison shifts suddenly, placing her hand over mine to stop me from doing what she knows I want to.

Her touch is firm, her fingers cool against my warm skin, and when I glance up at her, her eyes are wide like she can’t believe I’d risk pushing my fingers inside her at a table full of people.

I smirk again, letting my fingers curl, pressing into her skin just slightly before pulling back.

Not yet, princess. But soon.

I can’t stop glowering at her. She doesn’t seem to notice, but in my mind, she belongs to me. Every single part of her. That means her lips, her fucking soul, her scent, and her pussy. All of it is mine.

I know she’s tight, and I know I have to be careful with her, but it gets more difficult to hold back every passing day. Her thighs clench when I touch her, and her breath catches like she’s holding back something I want to drag out of her.

Madison leans in suddenly, her soft scent wrapping around me like a drug. My heart thunders in my chest, and my cock twitches painfully in my pants.

“Behave,” she whispers, her voice low enough that no one else can hear, “someone’s going to see you.”

I lean closer, my mouth hovering dangerously close to hers, and smirk. “I don’t give a fuck.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, the flush creeping up her neck like a silent surrender.

In reality, I do care. Not because I’m worried about being caught. I couldn’t give a shit about anyone else here. It’s because I don’t want anyone else witnessing her in a moment of pleasure. That’s mine. Her parted lips, soft whimpers, and flushed cheeks, those are for my eyes only.

Before I can push further, Kirsten’s friend Bethany and her fucking irritating voice cuts through our moment. I cross the street to the other side of the road when I see her on campus because I can’t stand her, so I’ve been able to avoid her since that annoying interaction at my mother’s vigil. Why Kirsten insisted on inviting her is beyond me, but they’re both moving up my list as soon as I get home.

“You two seem close,” Bethany says, the tightness in her tone giving away the jealousy she’s trying to hide. “Are you, like, together?”

Madison opens her mouth, but before she can deny it, I snap, “Yes.” I see my father’s head jerk toward me and I know he’s overheard our conversation, but I truly don’t give a fuck. At least Madison’s mother is chattering to the server. I don’t need to deal with her playing the victim because she can’t stand anyone stealing her spotlight.

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