It skidded across the desk. Her body jerked to the side to dodge it even though it clearly wouldn’t hit her. Dramatics.
If I’d wanted to hit her, I would’ve. I never missed.
I stepped back, never breaking eye contact. “I’ll make sureBlair stays in line.” My lips formed a derisive smile. “I’llbe her demise.”
Nico’s dorm was the second room I barged into that day.
Unlike Arisono, he hadn’t requested my presence. But I gave no fucks.
Who doesn’t enjoy an unexpected visit from yours truly?
They should pay just to breathe the same air as me.
Crux Hall was buried in the west wing, in the back, and secured behind a gate.
I had a key to the gateandhis door. I had a key to all gates and rooms in Saint Vale. One of the many perks of running the place.
That was how sneaking into Blair’s dorm last night toborrowsome of her belongings had been so easy.
But even without keys, I always found a way in. Lock picking was a skill I’d learned early. And if finesse failed, there was always the universal solution to kick the door down. I tried to avoid that, though. Didn’t like drawing attention to myself if I could help it.
With Blair’s MacBook tucked under my arm, I stalked farther into Nico’s room and stopped.
Nico sat on the edge of his bed with his pants shoved down around his ankles. Between his knees, a shirtless blond knelt on the floor, her mouth wrapped around his cock.
She moaned against it while he gripped her hair, guiding her movement.
“Hey, asshole,” I called out.
Nico’s head snapped up. “Man, what the hell?”
I sighed, bored as if I were watching a PBS special on melting ice caps. “Relax. I’ve seen worse effort.”
He loosened his hold on the girl’s hair. She pulled back, out of breath. I caught the flash of irritation on Nico’s face. The girl leaned back on her heels and wiped her mouth with theback of her hand. When her eyes lifted and landed on me, they widened.
Then she smiled.
“Did you come to join us?” she asked.
“Negative,” I replied flatly. “I’d rather rip my fucking tongue out.”
Her lips jutted into a pout. “Nico said I needed to practice. Apparently, my performance is subpar.”
Nico patted her cheek. “We’re working on that.”
I shifted my attention to him. “Smart move, picking someone inexperienced. Less chance she’ll be disappointed at how small your cock is.”
He flipped me off over her head, reached for the bottle of vodka sitting on the shelf above his head, and took a long drink. Mid-sip, he crooked two fingers at the blond to come back.
She crawled closer.
He tipped the bottle, letting vodka spill down her face and over her chest.
“Squeeze them together,” he instructed her. “I want to see your nipples touch.”
She obeyed, pressing her small tits together, and moaned.
“Now, lick it off.”
