Campus King | 18+

Chapter Eight

Tristan

"Tristan."

My eyes flew open at the familiar voice.

I was lying on my side, and in front of me was the familiar dark gray walls of my bedroom. The pillow and blankets were also mine. No body except my own had ever lain on these sheets. Even fewer people had access to my apartment.

Which raised the pressing question — how did she get in here?

"I know you're awake."

I sat upright, the blankets pooling at my bare waist as my gaze immediately sought and found her. She was standing in front of my window, arms folded over the red hoodie she wore when we first met, staring out at the garden below while hiding those gut-punching eyes from me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly, gaze trailing down to her bare legs. The sight of them sent a surprising bolt of arousal through me and I frowned. Was I seriously still hung up over this girl? Why?

"You tell me." Her head finally turned and she smirked when she saw my frown.

"How would I know how you got in here?" What the fuck was happening right now?

"You mean," She walked over to me, stopping right next to me, "You don't want me here?" Her head tilted as she asked the question, and I could do nothing but stare at her like an idiot.

"You don't want me to do this?" Before I could think about a response, her hand pressed flat against my chest, pushing me back onto my elbows as she swung her leg over me to straddle my hips, planting her pert little ass right on my dick. I continued to stare at her, dumbfounded.

She leaned down until her face was inches from mine and gave me a smile filled with promise. "Isn't this what you think about when you're with me?" She ran a hand up my chest and I stopped breathing altogether. "I believe it was these lips you really liked, right?" Her hand lifted to softly tap her bottom lip with her index finger and my eyes followed it, fixating on that spot.

"They look so soft, don't they?" She leaned in, her nose brushing against mine. "Don't you want to just bite them?"

I did. It shocked me how much I wanted to. Right now, all I could think about was how she'd feel, how she'd taste. I was powerless against her pull and my head lifted, our lips inching closer. But right before they touched, her hand fisted the hair at the back of my head and she yanked me away from her.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss the likes of you?" She laughed, and it pierced me right through the heart. "Just touching you disgusts me. No one wants used goods, and that's exactly what you are, Tristan Beckett."

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I shot upright in bed, heart pounding as I scanned the darkness for her, but there was no one there. Of course not — it was just a dream.

Exhaling a ragged breath, I reached up and ran a hand through my hair, rubbing the back of my head where I could still feel her painful grip.

I was dreaming about her now? What the fuck?

Looking down at my lap, I frowned at the erection tenting the blankets. The last thing I needed was to go lusting after that crazy woman. She had a chip on her shoulder and she made me feel powerless. I fucking hated that feeling.

Groaning, I fell onto my back and covered my face with my hands.

I couldn't get the image of her on top of me out of my head.

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Short and not-so-sweet chapter, but I originally wanted to write this and never did. It was in my planning and everything. Past me was so stupid. Why wouldn't I try to hurt my male lead more? Gotta put him through the wringer before I let him taste the good stuff.

Happy Reading!

Brooke