Page 35 of Cruel Legacy

When I started studying NLP, it was because I wanted to learn more brain chemistry and lowering or controlling inhibitions without pharmaceutical interference. I guess it was a sort of self study, trying to understand why I am the way I am.

The more I read, the more intrigued I became, and I couldn’t very well practice these techniques on myself, and I would never use it on my friends. That leaves everybody else. The only time I use it is when something needs to happen in an accelerated time frame.

“I had to make a run this morning.”

“Oh, so you didn’t spend the night out?” She tries to make the question sound all casual and shit since her little girl squad is listening in.

I’ve been too busy getting acclimated to being back on campus and preparing for this year’s pledge season to find a new steady hook up. But that’s none of her business. It’ll never be any of her business unless I want it to be. “Is it your fucking place to ask me that?”

She chuckles, like I’m a comedian. I’m not. “Oh, come on, Finney. I’m just saying, if I would’ve known you were in the dorms last night, I would’ve come to you. You know I’d never leave my man wanting and unfulfilled.”

Whoever her man is, she needs to go fuck off and be with him, because what I want is someone hanging upside down Houdini style while they blow me. Or is this innuendo filled conversation her way of saying she’s decided to explore more? “You’d do anything to make me happy?”

“Of course, silly.”

I grab her hand, pulling her away from her friends, and taking the path to the right. “Where are we going? Wagner Hall is that way.”

I steer us towards Edgewick Manor, where the Dean lives. “Fuck class, let’s spend these next two hours together.”

“What are we doing here?” She looks around, afraid someone’s gonna see us. I drag her behind me around to the back of the house.

The Dean’s bitch ass son is a sore loser. I know he’s the one who placed the anonymous tip about Pax’s last race. We were on the strip for an hour being questioned by the cops. He thinks he’s got big dick energy, hiding behind daddy’s name, but I’m about to have my dick and cum all over his sheets.

With my hand still locked in hers, I march us right up to the back door. “Finn…” I glance over my shoulder, waiting for her to say whatever she has to say. “I’m not sure breaking into The Dean’s house is a good idea.”

I step closer, smiling to put her at ease. “I understand your nerves. Your first daytime B&E is a big deal.” I pull her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back, and trailing kisses along the shell of her ear. Before grabbing her ass to pull her against my erection. She gasps, looking up at me with hooded eyes.

“Finn…”

I drag her hand to my groin. “You said you wanted to fulfill my every desire, right?” She nods, taking over, rubbing my cock. “My desire is to go in this house and rub my dick all over little Arnie’s bed, while you eat my ass.”

“Wh-What?”

I nod, letting it sink in. Watching as she balks at the idea. “I don’t.”

“Don’t what? Wanna break in, or don’t wanna eat my ass?” It doesn’t matter what answer she gives, my response is going to be the same.

“Baby, I just-”

I’m done with the false endearment. I’m not about to beg her to fuck me when she’s the one who sought me out. “In or out, Eloise?”

We both know I’ve backed her into a corner, but she still tries to turn this around. “I wanna do this for you, Finney, but think about the consequences. You’re a Trium. You’ll get a slap on the wrist, but if I get caught doing this, I’ll be punished. Think of how my family will react to the scandal.”

A scandal sounds like fun. God, what I wouldn’t give to fuck someone who’s not so worried about appearances all the damn time. “You’re right. I should never have asked you to do this with me.”

She smiles like she’s just won something. “I’ll just find someone who really wants to doanythingit takes to please me.”

I hop the hedge and leave her standing there while I access the service tunnel next to the pool house, and use one of the Dean’s golf carts to get me to class on time.

Chapter19

Deacon

The drop deadline for class has come and gone. I’m down fourteen students, most of them girls, but the one I hoped would quit didn’t.

Now I’m stuck watching her bend and stretch. Listening to her puff out air through the workouts, which sound a lot like pants and sighs, and pretending not to notice the way her sweat-soaked clothes cling to her body.

It’s the worst kind of torture.

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