Page 46 of Prince of Malice

Isee the clear frame of his figure in the distance, but Luca just walks away. Knowing for a fact that he saw me, him choosing to ignore me cuts me so deep. What happened to us trying to take this thing seriously? After everything he said earlier, I can’t believe he would just do that. Well, fine then. That’s it. If Luca’s going to be petty, I can be petty too.

I stomp back inside my dorm, and I can’t fight the nagging feeling that he’s hiding away from me for a reason. Like there’s some secret he’s keeping to himself. But none of that matters for now. If he’s just going toignore me and not tell me anything, then I’ll just do the same to him.

Crashing into my room, I pull my clothes off of my body, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side of the room then undoing my belt as I walk and letting my pants drop to the floor by themselves. Finally I collapse onto my bed, lying on top of the covers and letting out a long slow sigh. Now I can actually relax.

What could he possibly be caught up in that he’s actively ignoring me? With everything that’s been happening, it’d be too much of a coincidence to be unrelated. Flipping over in my bed, I do what I can to shake off the thoughts again. I’m starting to feel like whenever I actively try to stop thinking about Luca or try to stay away from him, he always seems to find some way to make his way back into my head or my life. How does he do that? Is he doing it on purpose? Is it part of his strange effect on me, or am I just doing it to myself?

I sit up, letting out a short grunt, and gaze around the dark void of my room. Hopefully I have learned enough by now that there is no way for me to forget about him for longenough to fall asleep. It’s been the same almost every night so far this week, so it won’t be any different tonight.

Swinging my feet from the bed and placing them down onto the floor, I lift myself up and stand mostly naked in the center of the room. Wiping my face with my hand, I squint through the thick shadows trying to search for my discarded clothes. I snatch my jeans from the floor and pull them around my waist and refasten my belt before picking up one of the many random shirts that cover my floor and throwing it over my head.

I sneak across the blocks of dorms to Luca’s, knowing exactly where to go after our conversation this morning. I am already planning out in my head what I’ll say when I confront him and know that he’ll try his best to argue back and deflect what I say, so I need to be ready for any situation.

One thing I know for sure is that he can’t object to me turning up to his place out of the blue without being a hypocrite. He told me clearly that we can only see each other in secret, and currently I’m stalking through the dead of night toward his dorm, crossing paths with no one else. Luca has shown histendency for popping up into my life without a second's notice for long enough now for me to exercise my right to do the same to him. There is not a single thing that he can say to convince me to leave. I’m going there, and I’m going to get answers out of him—and there is not a thing he can do to stop me.

Gently pressing the front door open, I slip inside and duck quickly up the adjacent stairs, placing each foot carefully onto each following step and slowly ascending my way up to Luca’s floor.

I scan down each side of the long corridor to make sure no one’s around, then move through the hallway til I reach his door.

Tapping gently against the wood, I try to balance the noise to be quiet enough to not attract the attention of anyone else but still loud enough for Luca to hear through his sleep.

Nothing.

I knock harder against it, pushing my luck as the sound seems to echo down the long hall but barely break through the door frame.

“Luca,” I whisper through the door. “Open up.” I knock again.

After what feels like ages, the door slowly cracks open, and Luca peeks his head through and locks eyes with me. His beautiful blue eyes widen when his drowsiness fades enough for him to realize the situation.

Throwing the door open wide and grabbing the center of my shirt in his fist, Luca drags me inside of the room. The door slams shut behind us as Luca turns back to shout at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Spinning around, I struggle to orientate myself again. The light blinks on as Luca flicks the switch on the wall. As my eyes adjust, I can finally make out how he looks.

He stands in front of me in nothing but a tight black pair of boxers, the rest of his lean body on full display for just me. The sight of his soft bulge already entices me toward him.

Without even thinking, I step closer to him, our bodies not even a foot apart. “I uh… I wanted to talk to you,” I stutter, my eyes not able to help themselves from catching odd glances at his package.

“What about?” he asks me before henotices my looks. “Oh, is something distracting you?”

“No, I’m fine,” I bluff. “I just didn’t expect you to not be wearing anything.”

He smirks at me. “Well, I can put something on if you’d like.”

I bite at my lip. “This is alright with me.”

“I’m so glad to hear,” he whispers, stepping closer to me again.

Quickly, he wraps one of his hands around my waist, pulling himself closer to me while he uses his other hand to slowly grope at my dick through my jeans.

“Seriously?” I say to him, my voice becoming shaky.

Still rubbing my hardening cock, he whispers gently in my ear, “I can stop whenever you want. Just tell me.”

Fighting for the ability to tell him no, I give in to my desires for him. I just want him too bad.

Grabbing him by the waist, I lift Luca off his feet and into the air. Immediately, our intentions seem to intertwine as he picks up on what I want him to do today without ever having to say a single word. He wraps hislegs around my waist and holds himself tightly against me.

“We can talk during,” I grunt at him.

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