Page 28 of Bloody Valentine

I was a gift?

Demarco gripped my arm and held me in the front of the stage, waiting for Vivian to walk up and ‘claim’ me.

“What a turn of events. Enjoy your prize, dearie.” Vivian cringed when he winked at her but tentatively reached forward to accept my hand.

I smiled at her, being a good boy. The female, Teagan, was stifling her laughter when we sat beside her.

“What are you going to do for my girl? You were quite expensive, so I expect you to wine and dine her.”

I thought about that.

Should I give Vivian a good show of gentlemanly kindness before destroying her?

“But of course,” I said with a smile. “I have a lot in store for her.”

Vivian didn’t look at me. She made a habit of keeping her gaze on anything else. That was irritating. I wanted to see her eyes. I gripped her face in my hands, pulling her forward and laying a soft kiss on her lips. She froze in my grip, and fuck me if her turning to stone didn’t make me rock hard all over again.

Teagan looked between us and coughed before walking elsewhere. After a second, Vivian blinked and pulled her face away from me. Her cheeks flamed when she realized everyone was looking at us.

“Well, master,”I said teasingly. “What do you require of me first? Carry your books when you return home? Open doors for you when one arrives?” My voice lowered to a seductive growl. “Or do you prefer I make you come so hard you soak my hands again?”

Vivian gasped and smacked my chest, hopping off the pews and fucking running away yet again. I chuckled and stood to follow her, but I got caught by a group of salty professors who wanted to ‘congratulate’ me.

“I mean, really. Isn’t ten thousand a bit excessive, even for you, Mads?”

I laughed at the photography professor. “Oh, it’s for charity, Bradford. Calm down. Don’t be so worked up. I am sure the ten dollars spent on you will be used wisely. Perhaps purchasing tape for my banners.”

The professor stiffened, and I took that chance to pull away from the crowd and search for where my Little Virgin scurried off.

How is she always getting away?

I was constantly perfecting my hunting skills, yet still, she was the one to elude me.

I walked out of the chapel using the front door this time. I heard a lot of chatter from students as they stumbled through the maze and found their exits. I tried to hone my hearing in for her husky voice. Her lovely rasp was not so distant…there she was. She was chastising her friend, who was laughing in turn.

“Why did you do that?” she said exasperatedly.

“Oh, c’mon. You talked about him so often! I thought I was doing you a favor. What’s wrong? How do you expect to strip him naked and have that sweet revenge, babe?”

She wants me naked? Interesting. Yes, Little Virgin, what is wrong?

“That was before…” her voice faded out, and I continued forward, trying to place it again.

“Before what?” her friend said.

“He…we—I…Never mind.”

I chuckled, finally close enough to see my Little Virgin, that oversized shirt, falling past her wrists that she hid behind while trying to cover her mouth.

“Vivian Valentine,” I said casually. “Where ever do you think you’re going?”

Vivian looked at me, fear sparking in her bright eyes. “I—Why are you following me?”

I chuckled, walking up to her and her friend, letting my hand trail their cheeks. “I can be a good boy and make good on my promises.”

Vivian blushed and pulled away. Her friend laughed.

“Come now, Little Virgin. I have made preparations for us tonight.”

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