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Recently, that’s been my roommate.

And from the moment he walked into our shared bedroom, I knew he was going to be mine.

I just need to figure out how to make it happen.

His fiery spirit intrigued me on move-in day. The way he wouldn’t back down to me? The way he talked back? Jesus, it got me so fucking hard. I usually don’t have the patience for sexual conquests with that kind of spunk.

But Mason is different.

I won’t be able to get his assertive tongue licking its way up my cock fast enough.

But then, the look on his face when I challenged him to a wrestling match? He knew good and well I wasn’t talking about wrestling.

Though, I’d gladly go ten rounds with him.

When you’ve been in the game of bending people to your whim for as long as I have—getting them to do what they never thought they’d do, admit things they never thought they’d admit—you quickly familiarize yourself with the various looks they can give off.

The look Mason had in his eye? If I would have had one more second alone with him, I would have gotten him on his knees then and there.

Game. Fucking. Over.

If it weren’t for fucking Cam and his goddamned interruption.

Now I’m back to square one.

For the past two weeks, when I haven’t had class, I’ve been following Mason. Watching his every move, taking note of his patterns, his quirks. Trying to find anything I can use against him to get him to submit to me.

And I think I know just what—or who—will do the trick.

He’d been eyeing this chick—Avery Callahan—for a few days before he finally got the courage to approach her. Since then, they’ve had regular study dates in the library, dinner dates in the dining hall—even though he can eat all his meals back at the house. They’ve also gone to a local bar a few times with her friends and another one of our frat brothers, Gage.

I know this because, in addition to surveilling Mason, I overhear her talking to her friend Serena about it in our Humanities class.

I don’t think she and Mason are officially together, judging by the conversation I overheard the other day between Mason and Gage in our lounge, but he’s made it clear he wants to be exclusive.

How fucking cute.

He can do whatever he wants with that fucking princess, but not before I get my hands on him.

I’m sitting in the library, watching Mason with Avery and another one of her friends. They’re trying to study, but it seems like they’re flirting more than anything.

Puke.

I watch as Avery gets up from the table, and I know now is the time to make my move. I hop out of my chair, and my eyes follow her through the stacks until she disappears around the next one. As casually as I can, I walk to the end of the aisle and look down the next few until my eyes land on her again.

She’s standing at the shelf, fingering the spines of the books until she locates the one she’s looking for. I watch as she opens it and runs her fingertip across the page as she reads.

Looking her up and down, I can definitely understand what Mason likes about her. From her long, curly brown hair down to her glossy purple toenails, her curves are undeniably delicious with perfect fucking tits and an ass that begs to be spanked.

If I weren’t currently infatuated with Mason, she could easily be in my crosshairs. As she’s fully distracted by her search, I make my move.

“Hey...” Smiling, I meet her gaze when she looks up from her book. “It’s Avery, right?”

She narrows her eyes at me as I close the distance between us.

“Sorry, do I know you?” Curiously, she cocks her head to the side. She gives no indication that she’s happy about my arrival. I’m not so arrogant to think everyone on this campus knows who I am, but it would be a fair assumption that most would. Especially the ladies.

“My name’s Cole. Cole Warrington. I sit a few rows behind you in Humanities.”