Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

I wanted to tell him to stop, to scream at him and punch him right in his gorgeous face for all the cruel and evil ways he’d tortured me in the past. I wanted to hurt him, not turn him on, which clearly this all was.

His mighty arms enveloped my body as he’d done with Hales before, and even though I had no idea where she was now, his attention obviously had never been there. He’d been trying to make me jealous, it definitely working.

“So now what are we going to do about it?” His hand covered my throat, squeezing and making my pussy lips burn. His chuckle was thick. “Because if I had my way I’d be deep inside you right now for trying to mess with me.”

I shuddered imagining that, and instinctually, my ass hugged his dick. It froze him this time, his other hand guiding my hip away.

“Dangerous, dove,” he warned, so much grit and arousal in his voice. He groaned. “You don’t wanna know what will happen if you keep doing that.”

I did it again, pushing back his hand and making him brush against me. He grunted in my ear, the heat completely simmering off him.

“One more time,” he threatened again, his hands reaching and gripping both my wrists. “Don’t test me.”

So serious, I turned back to look him in the eyes. The madness there teetered that line of control, his dark hair curling wildly over his eyes. This was probably incredibly stupid and definitely foolish, but I also know he wouldn’t see it coming.

I hadn’t until my lips met his.

He stiffened again as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, tasted him and made him taste me, and groaning, his hand gripped my cheek, tugging me close and kissing me back.

He couldn’t stop once he started, his tongue delving into my mouth, and I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him close.

I wanted him completely.

His hand fell to my neck as our lips parted, and when his grip encased my throat this time, his thumb brushed down my windpipe. “Come back to frat just after three tonight,” he said, wetting his lips. “We finish this there.”

Chapter Fifteen

Greer

I had to have lost my mind because not only had I decided to take a ride share back to the frat house later that night, but I asked Haley about it. She’d not only not been surprised by the invite, after all Knight had kissed me on the dance floor, but then asked me what had taken so long. Apparently, both she and the other girls had picked up on some “tension” between Knight and me, but since I’d told her I wasn’t with him that day at lunch she’d gone for it.

She’d even apologized if she potentially stepped on my toes.

All of this was so goddamn wrong it wasn’t even funny. Knight Reed was a monster. Knight Reed was arrogant, but still, I found myself back at the very place he’d tossed my ass out of not days before. The frat house had been completely quiet at 3 AM, no parties or anything, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. I didn’t know how I felt about being there at all. I just knew Knight had challenged me again.

And for whatever reason, I wanted to be up to it.

My heart raced as I stood outside on the frat house’s porch, the place like a cabin in the woods but mansion-sized. It was beautiful, completely surrounded by nature and wildlife. The guys had their own little abyss out here not far from campus, and the door opened before I could even knock. Knight stood in the door frame, waiting for me in a long sweater and slouchy sweats that cuffed at his ankles, his feet bare on the wood floor. I didn’t know when he’d left the club. Maybe way after me. Maybe not, but he’d had enough time to shower. Hair freshly washed, he worked a towel through it, his hair glistening and sleek like a panther’s fur when he dropped the towel over his broad shoulders. He grinned. “You didn’t stand me up.”

More of his games, a clear challenge on that dance floor tonight. He’d wanted me to back down, but it had been me to kiss him. I did it because I wanted to.

I just didn’t understand why.

It was him and his draw, always this attraction between us. It frightened me and was the reason I was standing here tonight.

Knight widened the door, and though I dipped under it, I kept my personal space.

“Did I have an option?” I asked, turning around, and he pulled the towel off his shoulders. Tossing it on an empty section of the frat’s couch, he pinched his fingers out, tugging me closer by the jacket.

“You always have a choice, little dove,” he said, easing my jacket off my shoulder. “Now stay awhile.”

I breathed harshly as he slid the jacket down my shoulders. Still in my dress from earlier tonight, it glistened even in the low lit room.

“Fuck.” His groan heated his eyes, the jacket in his hands only moments. He hooked it on a coat rack before tugging me with him, his hand in mine as he escorted me to the kitchen. We got inside, and he flicked on the light, the kitchen large and easily sized to occupy a dozen men. Since that was the case I was sure most days that made sense.

“You want something to drink?” he asked me, his hand leaving mine. He opened the fridge. “We have soda. Milk?”

I watched him as he chose for me, both options in front of me. I honestly didn’t want either, too nervous. I’d never done any of this before, whatever we were doing. I pointed to the two liter and he got something together for me in a clear glass.