“I’m tired of your stupid, bullying games. What’s the matter, you can’t get any women who want to go out with you?”
He bared his teeth and she swore she heard a low growl, but then his smooth, suave demeanor was back. “I’m not playing a game with you. I just want to take you for a ride. You’re so pretty.”
“Fat chance.” She took several steps backwards and sprinted around the car parked next to hers.
“Are you dating Ricky?”
Kylie stopped in her tracks, her mind reeling. He fucking kneweverythingabout her.What the hell does he want?“It’s none of your business what I do. Stay the fuck away from me.”
“You’re wrong, pretty girl. Everything about you is my business. Stop dating Ricky. You aremine.”
Coldness crawled over her skin. “Campus security is on to you.”
“Is that supposed to scare me? Those clowns are a joke.” She heard a click from his car, like he unlocked the doors. “Get in the car. Now.”
She bolted through the space between the two cars a few yards away from hers. When she crossed behind his vehicle, she saw the reverse lights right before the car moved, nearly hitting her.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” someone from the parking lot yelled. Then there were several other students, who’d seen what he’d done and ran over, yelling and trying to make him stop. His car sped off, the tires squealing as he rounded the curve, and then he was gone.
“Are you okay?” A guy she recognized from her Spanish class stared at her.
Shaken, Kylie nodded. “That guy’s a jerk. Did anyone get his license plate number?”
“I didn’t see one,” her classmate said, and the other students gathered around her nodded in agreement. “You need to report this. I’m Luke. I’m in your Spanish class.”
“I’m Kylie. I recognize you.”
“If security wants to talk to me, I’m in Highland Hall.” The other students gave her their information, each one eager to tell security about the man in the purple Corvette who’d tried to hurt her.
After she’d filed her report with security, Kylie made her way to her building, the grocery bags still dangling from her wrists. She wondered if she should go home for the long weekend, after all.What if he tries to hurt me? He seems to know my every move, so won’t he know Taylor won’t be with me and I’ll be alone?She really didn’t want to run away, like a victim; she should be able to live her life and not let some fucking asshole bully and intimidate her. By the time she reached her room and opened the door, she’d made her decision to stay on campus. Security promised they’d keep an eye on her throughout the weekend, and if she saw him again, she’d call and tell her dad. Then he could make the boogeyman with the flashy sunglasses disappear.
Chapter Eight
He hurled thechair against the wall, bits of plaster flaking off. He’d slipped up. The six-pack of beer he’d bought the previous night crashed against the wall with a thud, green glass shards flying as yellow liquid trickled down the white walls. Ripping the sheets off the mattress, he tore them with his hands, spittle forming in the corners of his mouth. With flaring nostrils, he toppled the nightstand and smashed the lamp, and was in the middle of putting his fist through the television screen when a loud bang sounded on his door.
“Management. Open up.”
Standing erect, he inhaled and exhaled deeply several times, even as the door groaned. “I’m okay. I just had an epileptic seizure. I knocked some things down, but I’m straightening it out. Thanks for your concern.” His hands clenched into fists as he placed his ear against the door.
“You trashing the room?”
“No, of course not. I told you, I have a medical condition. I had a seizure, but it’s passed. I just need to lie down.” The man could hear the manager’s feet shuffling on the concrete. “Thanks again for your concern.” The smoothness had returned to his voice.
“Uh… sure. If you need help, call the front desk.”
He waited several minutes by the door, making sure the jerk had left, then padded over to the bed and sat on it. He’d slipped up. The sweet bitch had snaked her way into his blood. He’d become careless—witnesses in the university parking lot and garnering attention at the motel. The brown-eyed man ran his long fingers through his wavy, black hair. He was too wrapped up in her, and her lavender scent drifting around him whenever he approached her was making him sloppy.How the fuck does she have such an effect on me? This isn’t the way it’s supposed to play out.
For the past eight months, his every waking moment had been spent planning how he’d make the president of the Insurgents suffer. Two simple goals drove him: make Banger pay for what he’d done, and make the president’s life a living hell. The black-haired man had thought about it until it’d driven him almost crazy, knowing retaliation would be the only thing that would bring him peace. Bitterness and anger had been his only friends for months, and imagining the suffering he’d bestow on Banger made him salivate.
It was easy: take the one thing the president loved more than anything—his daughter. He’d planned it so well, proud of his meticulousness on the way he would exact his revenge. And then he saw Kylie, and his elaborate plans took a backseat as he became consumed by her. She should’ve been dead by now, and Banger should’ve already opened the box containing her head, her blue eyes frozen in terror. Instead, the bitter man was watching Kylie, compelled to make her his no matter what. Had he betrayed his loved one with this diversion? Perhaps, but the pull the blonde-haired vixen had on him was too much. He had to possess her; he couldn’t resist. All of her belonged to him—her body, her love, and her life. If he had to kill everyone in his path to conquer her, so be it. The vengeful stalker had even stopped visiting his mother, yet the guilt he felt about that still wasn’t enough for him to break away from Kylie.
And his poor mother—a miserable lump of a woman—had never wanted anything more in life than a good husband and children. But her husband had regularly beaten her to a pulp, and her two sons were loyal to their brotherhood. When she’d asked him to come see her, she’d pleaded with him to find out what had happened and to make it right. The dutiful son promised he’d exact vengeance for her—it was the least he could do.
But he hadn’t planned on Kylie. Sleepless nights were filled with fantasies of her ivory-white skin against his tanned body, his hands running over her curves, his mouth on hers, his hard cock poking at her pussy while lavender swirled around him, caressing and intoxicating him.
Fuck!His hand rubbed against the hardness in his pants. Cursing, he grabbed the remote, thankful he’d been stopped before he smashed the television screen, and switched on a porn film. Propping the pillow against the headboard, he reclined against it, unzipped his pants, and let Kylie take center stage in his mind as he watched a big-titted woman stuff a massive cock between her red, shiny lips.
He gripped his dick firmly in his hand then moved it up and down rapidly, the sound of his ragged panting filling the room. With the pressure building, his whole body clenched as he crossed the threshold, grunting as satisfying spurts shot out.This is for you, pretty girl. Only for you.
