Page 527 of Filthy Elites

It’s beenhours since I left her room and I can still smell her on me. I need to shower, but the thought of washing her off my skin is repellant. My cell is at my side, I half expected her to text me this morning, but she didn’t, instead her and her friend went out to breakfast and haven’t been back since.

When her security team advised me that she left campus I almost followed and dragged her back. I’m happy to allow her the illusion of freedom in the confines of Kingsacre, but if she tries to actually leave me, I won’t be able to allow her to go.

As hard as it was to leave her this morning, I’m confident it was the right thing to do. I know she was confused and a little pissed, she even spoke to the guys about it, but making her mad is completely worth it if it forces her to deal with the way I know she feels about me.

My dick starts to harden the moment I let myself think about how it was between us last night. I never forced her the first time we had sex, but there was definitely some coercion, manipulation and heated emotions that fueled it. Last night was all about want and need. She offered herself to me and that gift made everything better.

For me there’re several types of sex. There’s sex for sex’s sake, no emotions, not repeats, just the fun of shoving your dick in someone until you get off. Then there’s fucking, usually fun, sweaty and enthusiastic, sometimes repeated, but never taken too seriously. What Starling and I have done is angry fucking. Hot, intense, insanely good sex that you want to do again the moment you finish. It’s the kind of sex that you never forget, that changes you and bonds you to the other person for the rest of forever because it’s fueled by emotions that are so strong they may fade, but they’ll never go away.

Last night changed things for us. We’re still playing this game we’ve been playing since the first time I saw her, only now we’re in the final round with only a handful of turns left to take, winner gets it all. She doesn’t know it yet but I only ever play games I know I can win. I want her back in my bed by the end of the week and my ring on her finger by the end of the month. The best thing is that she’ll come to me willingly, admitting that it’ll only ever be us and that her future doesn’t exist without me in it.

My cell beeps and I grab it hoping it’s from her, but it’s from her security team.

Sec1: Just returned to campus.

They’re more discrete now, watching her from a distance, but no matter what I told her and the guys, there’s always eyes on her when she’s not with me. I wait on tenterhooks for her to get back to the house, but thirty minutes later she’s not back so I contact them again, asking for her location.

Me: Location?

Sec1: Alistern House.

She’s at her friend’s house. I don’t like it, but it’s not as if I can go and retrieve her without confessing that she’s being followed, so instead I head downstairs and find the guys playing Xbox in the living room. “Hey,” I say, sliding onto the couch next to Clay.

“Hey,” Evan says, not looking away from the TV screen and the game he’s playing.

“What’s up with you and Starling? Her room’s not soundproofed, we could hear you making her scream all fucking night long,” Hunter growls.

I smirk. “Yeah, sorry about that. You hearing I mean, not me fucking her all night long.”

“She told us you bailed before she woke up?” Evan asks, a challenging gleam in his eyes.

“We agreed it was just for the night, so I booked before the sun came up and I broke her rules,” I shrug, feigning nonchalance.

“I thought you were gonna try and work things out with her. How is fucking her, then making her feel like shit by ditching her before she wakes up fixing things?” Clay asks accusingly.

“Hey I’m trying to make things right, I stayed away until she came to me. Last night I asked her if we could start over, try to be friends and she suggested we fuck. It was her idea; she made the rules, I’m just trying to follow them,” I say, holding my hands up like I’m surrendering.

“She was upset that you weren’t there,” Hunter offers.

“You hoping to see her tonight? Maybe you could ask her out on a date or something?” Evan suggests.

“Nah, I’m going to give her some space, respect those boundaries she’s always saying I cross. We live in the same house, it’s not like we’re not going to see each other,” I tell them with a shrug, forcing my expression to stay neutral while I spew bullshit to my best friends.

I spend the next few hours playing Xbox and resisting the urge to text Starling and demand she get her ass home. But by the time the pizza we order for dinner arrives, I’m starting to get more than pissed. Pulling my cell from my pocket I text her security team again.

Me: Location?

Sec1: Party – Bufford Row.

Me: Who?

Sec1: Starling, Sammy and three unknown males.

Me: Have they touched her?

Sec1: Negative. Shall we intervene?

Me: No, I’m on my way.

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