Page 5 of The Devastation You Reap
I breathe in the scent of the clean auditorium as I step inside and find my seat at the front along with a few other keen students before pulling everything out that I need and rereading my notes from our last class so I'm ready for today’s lecture. And finally, thoughts of last night, my dream this morning, completely disappear in favor of focusing on my future.
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Leon
Idon't get even a second of sleep. I stare at the shadows moving across my ceiling all night as I replay the events of the evening over and over in my head.
I found her.
After all these fucking years, she's been right here. Right under my nose.
I wished for it time and time again. Prayed that one day I'd just walk headfirst into her.
I wanted to believe in fate. In karma. I wanted to believe that the universe would give me a chance to make things right somehow. I was willing to be patient, I was willing to wait until the right time, but after everything that happened with our da—with Brett, my patience has been vanishing faster than ever.
And something tells me I was right to believe, because look what the universe just handed me on a silver platter.
Not only do I have that monster exactly where I want him, but I've just crashed into Macie's life and she has no idea what's about to hit her.
A smile curls at my lips as I reach for my cock, wrapping my fingers around the steel length.
I've been hard since the second my eyes landed on her shocked ones last night.
Throwing the covers back, I move my hand slowly, letting my mind drift off to that dark place within me that I've spent most of my life trying not to drown in.
My mouth waters as I remember how she smelled like coconuts. How her shocked gasps filled my ears as my free hand grasps as if I'm holding her throat again.
Fuck she looked good like that.
I jerk myself faster, harder.
The feeling of having her racing pulse right beneath my fingertips, her life in my hands means my balls draw up all too soon and I groan out her name as I spurt hot jets of cum on my stomach.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look around my room.
Everything is in place, everything is tidy and finally, for the first time in over ten years, my life might soon feel the same.
I might feel like me again. I might be able to rid myself of the beast that lives inside me, that fuels my need for revenge, my need to destroy and ruin the lives of those who tried to break me.
Yeah, karma exists. And the universe has just handed a fuck load to me on a platter.
Now all I need to do is decide how I'm going to handle it.
A loud female cry of pleasure comes from the room beside me and I shake my head, standing from the bed and padding naked toward the shower.
I'm happy for Luc. I am. But listening to them every fucking night—or morning—is getting to be difficult to endure.
I stand under the hot spray of the shower, the list of things I need to do running through my mind, my need to find the answers I've craved for so long making my muscles tighten once more.
It's less than ten minutes later when I pull my bedroom door open, dressed and ready to head out of the house.
I take two steps when the door in front of me opens and Luca steps out, an easy, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"You can wipe that look off your face," I mutter, my eyes jumping between each of the bright red hickeys on his neck.
"You’re one to talk. It’s not like you haven’t been fucking your way around the redheads of MKU recently," he quips. "I'm amazed there's anyone left. Or are you now forced to go for round two with all of them?"
"Fuck off," I mutter, hating that he knows me so well. "There are plenty of freshmen," I deadpan as we both continue toward the stairs.
