In which an exchange student falls into the hands of a dangerous man.
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Brazen and bold Freya Cannon finds herself signing up for a study-abroad opportunity presented to her by her college counselor. When her and her close friend Mia learn that...
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IT'S BEEN A LONG day. That's to say the very least.
Things with Massimo have only continued to escalate — partly on my behalf — and my already alert conscious is working on overdrive and a half now. I should be getting some rest, considering I'll need to be awake and alert from here on out, but my eye catches on a figure in my window.
Freya is laying on one of the beach chairs with her friend Mina or Marla or something. I can't seem to think of anything other than Freya. Her body is nearly on full display thanks to that skimpy little black bikini she has on. Her stomach is flat and tight, but goddamn her hips are so round and attention catching. She looks so good, I mentally slap myself for geeking over her.
Just when I thought I'd been sneaky about perving on her, Freya's big green eyes shoot to mine. My heart flutters, reminding me that I still have one, and she flicks her sunglasses down onto her tiny button-like nose. My eyes trace the movements of her hands as they trace the curves of her body. The side of her swollen breasts, the indent of her little waist, and fuck if I'm not already starstruck, the little vixen starts kneading at her breast while the other one continues its adventure down her body.
I'm five levels past horny. Being within fifty miles of her is a game I wasn't trying to play and I'm mentally pushing myself to walk away when she reaches her hands up and gives me the finger. My skin simmers when anger rears its ugly head. Freya is too busy laughing with her friend, so I take that as my opportunity.
I'm not entirely sure she's aware of who she's messing with; I mean that in every literal sense. I wouldn't hurt her, no, I don't hurt women. But if she wants to start this little game I'm going to be the one to finish it.
In record timing, I've managed to cross half the manor and push my way outside. I pick up on the faint buzz of conversation between the two of them, which only grows louder the closer I get. Then it falls quiet, and that's how I know that she knows I'm here.
Mina glances back at me before chewing back a grin. Plucking her glass up, she rises from her seat. "I'm going to go use your shower." When she plucks her towel up and walks past me, she stops briefly. "Hope you don't mind me crashing here tonight, big guy?"
My eyes narrow at her and I choose to ignore the idiotic nickname she's awarded me, giving her a curt nod instead. She hums in satisfaction and continues her ascent to Freya's bathroom.
"Oh hey there Nico." Freya muses when I stand in front of her. She's still sprawled across the chair in all of her pretty glory. My eyes itch to trail down her figure, but I keep them on her face. "What's up?"
"You." I growl. Before I can think better of it, I lower myself onto the chair, hovering my body over hers. My skin lights up with little microscopic electric currents every time her breasts brush against my chest. "Drive me fucking crazy."
Her breathing is erratic and I know I've got her exactly where I want her. Well, not exactly, but close enough for now. "Good. Feeling's mutual Lucifer."
