Page 34 of Cruel Legacy

“I do chèris.”

“Okay, what do you need help with?”

I trail my finger across her jaw and press my thumb against her lips. “My dick is dry and cold. I need you to warm it up for me.”

I point to the floor, showing she should kneel.

“Um?”

“Don’t overthink it, chèris. I’m a Trium. Sucking my cock will be the best thing you do all year. And if you’re really good at it, I’ll let you be my special friend and do it again tomorrow. Don’t you wanna be my special friend?”

Of course she does, but she’s trying to pretend she doesn’t. I tip her chin up. “Damn, you’re so beautiful. When I stopped you and your friends, it was because I noticed you.”

She smiles, eating up my bullshit. “I know this seems sudden, but I felt this connection to you when we were talking. I thought you felt it too. You felt it, right?” I nod my head up and down, and she unconsciously does the same.

When they start mimicking your body language, you have them where you want them. I grasp her shoulder firmly, then caress her face again while I pull my dick out of my pants. “Chèris.”

I don’t even have to tell her what I want again. She attacks my cock, gagging as her untrained mouth tries to stuff me in. Her earlier hesitancy and coyness long forgotten. It’s amazing what the power of suggestion can do. “That’s right, you don’t need to breathe. Just suck me down.”

“Connie!”

She goes to pop off my dick when the guy she came in with yells her name. I can’t have that. I look him in the eye and smooth my thumb across her cheek. She moans and goes back to taking me down.

“You fucking slut. I knew you were full of shit when you gave me that six date rule.”

I understand why he’s miffed. He’s going home with dry balls and I’m about to flood her throat. In her defense, her six date rule probably wasn’t bullshit, but I don’t have time to be jumping through those kinds of hoops, so I used a little neurolinguistic programming to speed things up. Her friends are just as primed as she was. She just happened to be in the library when I needed an outlet.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be done in a minute, then you can have her back.”

I empty my load, then tuck my dick back in my pants and move to another area of the library. My brain feels clearer now. I should be able to bang out a few thousand words before my time is up.

The rest of the hour passes with nothing to report. Whatever Thea was working on required a map. She sets the books to the side and shoves a map back in her bag, then exits the library.

I follow behind her as she heads towards her next class. She walks through the door and I send off a text letting the guys know where she is, before continuing to my class in the next building.

“Hey baby!”

I groan as I slip my phone into my pocket. I’ve been having such a good day. Nothing spectacular happened, but any day I’m not dealing with Eloise, my so-called fiancé, is a good one. There’s no way for me to reroute, so I’m gonna have to deal with her and her friends for the next few minutes.

Looping her arm through mine, she says, “I was hoping to run into you before my next class.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because, baby, I haven’t seen you all day. I waited in the lounge this morning, but you must’ve left early.”

She pushes her bottom lip out. Like her pouting is going to make me feel bad. It doesn’t.

She’s absolutely correct, though. I left early so I could avoidthis. Her pawing at me and hanging onto me like we’re a couple. This stupid arranged marriage bullshit has us paired together. Everyone knows it’s happening, but we agreed to see other people until we have to settle down.

We don’t have any claims on each other. I stick to my end of the bargain, and she does shit like this when she’s between men. I heard someone say she’s got her eye on a senior. Hopefully she’ll wear him down soon and I’ll have another few months of peace.

She’s so close, I feel her tit pressing against my arm. I reach up with my other hand and drag my thumb over her nipple.

Despite how I feel about being told who to marry, Eloise’s body is banging, and she’s good in bed. But that’s kinda the problem. She likes to limit shit to the bed. Hence the reason I’m looking for someone to help me with my aerial projects. I could body hack her, but then I’d have a different problem to deal with. It would be too far out of the parameters of her personality.

I use Neuro Linguistic Programming to give them a push. Make them more comfortable about doing something they already want to do, the same way a pretty poison shot would, without the chemical hangover.

With Eloise, it would be like an entire personality transplant. People would notice, then my secret would be out.

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