Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

I slow-fucked Greer, being inside this girl ridiculous. I’d merely get a taste, then have to be right back in, barely getting inside her dorm tonight before we were in her bed. Gripping her hands with one of my fists, I extended her, that petite little body shaking beneath me. Dipping my head, I laved over her pebbled breasts, tugging one of her pert nipples into my mouth. “Relax, dove. Last I checked, I’d popped that cherry already.”

Despite that, she was always still a quiv

ering mess with me, innocence laced in something backed by fire. That hellcat kicked me with her little toes after I called her out, but I pulled that sigh right back out of her mouth when I bit one of those feisty little lips of hers.

“Shut up and just fuck me,” she commanded, wriggling beneath my weight. Putting up with that mouth this time, I grabbed her, pulling her back with me when I settled on my hunches.

I slammed into her body, bouncing her up and down as my dick disappeared in and out of her. This wouldn’t be long. I didn’t have the stamina. This girl may be tiny, but I worked myself like a fucking machine just to come as hard as I could when I was with her. I didn’t want to waste it, all of it too sweet.

“Fuck, Knight. Fuck.” Her nails tore across my back, and I roared, Greer dipping that sea of blond to bite my shoulder. She broke skin easily and not only did that make me want to fuck her harder but lose my mind myself. Palming her ass, I slapped myself against her inner thighs, the skin red and harsh from repeated impact. I could only take so much of this before I needed that ass, sticking my fingers inside.

She called out into my mouth, her lip pulled between my teeth. I grinned. “Hope you’re ready, dove.”

Because I was coming hard and with so much force, I feared I might shoot through the damn condom. I needed to get this girl on birth control, a fail condom inevitable with as hard and frequently as I fucked her. My little Greer definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore, all mine, and I needed her like I needed something akin to life. Food didn’t even taste the same to me anymore. Not since I had her. It was harshly different, fucking scary, but so greedy, I went along for the ride.

I think it was safe to say I wasn’t the only one.

She fell back as she came herself, her body stretched and bowed in my arms. I slapped once, twice, milking her for all I could take. My eyes rolling back, I was shaky myself as I watched her come apart then later back to me. I grinned as I pulled her up, tasting her lips and started to roll back in the bed with her before she eased from underneath me.

Before I knew it, she was starting to put her clothes on, dress herself like she was some quick fuck for me. She’d never been that with me, no matter how much I’d led her to believe that when it came to similar things in the past. I was well aware I’d messed a few things up before, and looking back, I was definitely not proud of that. I reacted with fear a lot when it came to her. My default sometimes and Royal was right. When it came to women, sometimes I was just scared to hold on too tight to them. Anything could be taken away, a harsh reality I knew.

“Everything all right?” I touched her back, her clothes back on, and I didn’t like that. I pinched at her top. “You’ve been different since we got back from your mom and Ben’s.”

She barely spoke to me in the car ride back here, normally so talkative I couldn’t get her to slow down. It balanced well with me since when it came to conversation, I’d rather listen than be a part. Anyway, after we got back here, I’d started to talk to her, but once we’d realized her dorm was empty, I had a one-track mind. I’d poked at her for her body, and then, well, no conversation. I hadn’t thought it weird at first.

But now, she was getting up. She turned. “Want a drink? I want a drink.”

She didn’t wait for my response before leaving the room, and lifting my eyes, something did feel wrong. I got up myself, quickly tossing away the condom before putting my clothes back on and following after her. I found her back out in her dorm’s common area, head dipped inside the fridge. I lounged against a wall in the kitchen. “I feel like something’s going on. You mad at me? Mad I took up your mom’s invite for dinner?”

Yeah, I had taken it because it’d seemed she hadn’t wanted me there. But then again, that was our dynamic. I poked, bugging her, and she ran her mouth, bugging the shit out of me. We didn’t work unless we were arguing or handling each other. Greer stayed in the fridge, her sigh hard. “I just want a drink.”

“Okay.” Pushing off the wall, I helped her, taking the bottle of juice from her when she rose with it. I served her, then served myself, the pair of us taking it back into the common area.

Plopping on her couch, I took her with me, putting my juice on the coffee table and reaching for my controller. I queued up a game since I kept the system over here, playing around Greer’s body for a while. She drank her juice, leaning back into me, and eventually, she was looking up at me. She looked so sad it actually pissed me off. Why was she sad?

What the fuck did I do?

It was crazy I even cared, so different now, but seeing her sad truly did piss me off. I didn’t think I had done anything, which meant something outside of me did something to her. That’s what pissed me off. That I might have to do something about it and hurt someone.

“What’s going on?” I asked again, and though I let the game play, my attention was on nothing but her. Her when she put her cup down and eased her arms around me, her when her body shook again and I wasn’t even fucking her. Worried now, I put the controller down. “Greer? What the fuck? You’re kind of scaring me.”

“I am scared,” she said, and at that moment, I realized she was crying. Fucking crying, with tears in her eyes. The sheen made them starkly blue, and she squeezed them. “Knight…”

What. The. Hell? Everything had been fine before we came here tonight and I rose up, taking her with me.

She shook her head. “I… I just need to talk to you about something.”

Dread, like harsh to my core. Girls didn’t say that shit unless something was up. I just never cared about that before, girls easy. A dime a dozen, but it was never easy with Greer. It was fucking harder, and I worked so hard not to be who I usually was with her. In fact, it pulled at me so much every day. I wanted to be abrasive, a jerk. It was just my MO because feeling things, feeling this was the harsh opposite of the good feeling. You couldn’t get one without the other in a relationship, hence why I always stayed the fuck away from them.

I folded a hand behind her back. “Talk.”

Instead, she reached over and grabbed her phone, showing it to me. “I got an email from my psych professor.”

That’s what this was? I smiled a little. “You get a bad grade or something?” I knew she took all this shit way more seriously than me, but what the hell? “They’ll be other ways to pad your grade. If you want I can even talk to…”

Then I read the conversation, an email he’d sent her. It talked about what a good job she’d done on her term paper. Shit, yeah she had. I helped her.

But then I read on, scanning as it came to the part about things that had nothing to do with her, things that had to do with my family and me. I lifted my gaze, my eyes narrow. “You told him about my mom?”