Dirty Dark Prey: A Dark College Bully Romance (Elite Royal University Duet Book 2)

by L. J. Woods

  I’m not sure how long I stay there, wrapped in my delusion. But when I hear a horde of students entering the changeroom, I push myself up and open the door.

  A group of girls stare at me, and when I reach for my hook, there’s no towel.

  “Lexi?” One of the girls asks. I recognize her from my sewing class. “You okay? You look tired.”

  Gritting my teeth, I pull the towel around me. Tired is an understatement. Since I haven’t had time to redo my makeup, I’m sure I look messier than usual. And while that annoys me, I push a big fat smile on my face.

  “Perfect!” My voice goes up a thousand octaves but I flip my stringy, stiff hair, streaks of blonde coming with it. She looks at my hands and I smile wider, ignoring that my once shiny strands are now lifeless and dull. I’m not telling them what happened—no way. So without another glance, I rush towards my locker, dying to get some clothes on me. Dying to get the hell out of here.

  I’m rummaging through my pink leather backpack like I’m on a timer. But I don't find anything I packed.

  My clothes aren’t there. Neither are my shoes.

  Muttering, my brows furrow when my fingers touch something soft and lacey.

  “What the fuck?” It slips from my hand, back into my bag as I look around the room.

  But no one but me notices that Isaac Johnson’s twisted games have only begun.

  Nine

  Isaac

  “Where’d you go, man?”

  Perez approaches me in the campus main lot as I lean against my Jag.

  Fanning the air, he wafts the smoke from my joint away. It’s the second I’ve lit since I left the pool building.

  What happened with Lexi was far from my intentions. I wanted to scare her so I cashed in a favour from this girl on the team. I don’t remember her name but it doesn’t matter.

  Told her to set something up but I didn't expect her to use bleach, or mace, or whatever the fuck that was. I forgot Eden girls can be savage but helping Lexi was far from the plan. So was helping her come against my chest.

  I didn’t think things would get so … real.

  My cock twitches when I remember her wet body, the water cascading down her tiny curves. Her soft, wet skin. Her squeals. Her perfect fucking tits. The way her nipples hardened for me. The way she crumbled under my touch.

  My fists tighten and I pull harder on the joint, the ember glowing red.

  I really need to get fucking laid.

  “Johnson.” Christian snaps his fingers in my face. But my eyes are on the crowd of students coming from the main building, mid-day classes coming to an end. Perfect. “And why the fuck is your hair wet?” He stalls, eyes narrowing. “On second thought, I don’t know if I wanna know.”

  "You don't." I’m not telling him what happened. I’m supposed to be getting revenge, not … feeling her up.

  Moving my sight to the pool building, they settle on the large wooden doors.

  Perez laughs. “You wanna get out of here? Get cleaned up? Head to the studio?” His new Aston Martin beeps next to my car. “Ray has her writer’s group and no way am I sticking around to get judged by those snobs. Again.”

  “Can’t.” Not yet anyway. I usually jump at the chance to get in the studio with Perez. A lot of people don’t know it but he has a hell of a voice. “Waiting.”

  "For what?"

  On cue, Lexi walks out of the pool building, a smirk growing on my face.

  She shuffles towards the parking lot wearing the little surprise I left her. Her golden skin peaks through that strappy red lace combination. Handpicked from Sargent Provocateur. Dark strands appear between her stripping blonde hair, the fabric clinging to her curves.

  My abs twitch. So does the big guy but that’s not what I’m here for.

  Lexi hustles, gripping her stupid pink backpack but she’s not getting away that easy.

  Bringing my palms together, I start a slow clap, turning the attention to me. Then, when the crowd follows my eyes, they land on her.

  I couldn’t have timed this any better.

  “Well, if it isn’t the campus whore,” I yell, loud enough for everyone to hear.

  Whispers and chatter erupt, blending with laughter and the shutter of phone cameras. Eden loves gossip, especially when it includes an outsider.

  Despite what happened in that shower, I’m reminding Lexi that I’m the King. She’s the peasant. And I’ll make sure she remembers that.

  Snapping a photo with my phone, I catch her glare and meet it with a wide grin. Her new lingerie is a few sizes too small, making her tits pop out like she’s on the cover of PlayGirl. And the addition of those heels couldn’t have been better.

  I ignore the pulse in my pants when she takes a few steps into the sun. There’s no hiding. She looks around, pulling her backpack in front of her, her knuckles white around the straps.

  I’ve got her good. I’ve taught her a lesson.

  But when Lexi lifts her head high, my smile fades. She slings the backpack over her shoulders, pushing her chest out. And with a smile on her face, she does a fucking twirl.

  My jaw tightens as she pokes out her ass, a whistle coming from the field.

  “Damn, Lexi!” A holler comes from the main doors.

  She saunters down the stone path like it’s a goddamn runway. Like the slut she is, she waves at a group of boys, blowing them a kiss.

  “Lemme get a ride on that!” Someone calls but when I glare his way, he raises his hands in surrender.

  Like the shower, this isn’t how I planned this.

  It’s hard to keep my eyes off her as she makes her way to her car, that burning in my core rising again. Passing me, she smiles but when she gets to the lot, she stops, looking around.

  If that didn’t get her. This will.

  My smile grows as Perez leans against my car with me. “Is this you, Johnson?” He has his eyes on her too and the vein in my neck pulses.

  Pulling another joint out of my case, I light one up, ready for the rest of the show.

  "Okay, Isaac, where the fuck is my car?” Lexi asks, her hard nipples pushing through the fabric of her bra.

  It’s not warm out here today, spring pussy-footing around summer. I know how cold she is but there’s no chivalry in Eden. Everyone else stares at the fresh tea, or drool over her outfit. Her heels click as she makes her way over to me and I can see the chatter in her teeth. “Tell me where my car is, Johnson."

  “Saw a tow truck drive away with it,” I shrug, flicking the joint at her button nose. “Parked in the wrong spot.”

  Her shoulders drop. “I parked it in the spot I always do."

  “Looks like they also know you don’t belong here.”

  Her cheeks redden and I know I’ve struck a nerve. That’s when her eyes move to Perez and those plump lips upturn.

  With a flick of her hair, she takes a step into him. Pushing her chest onto his, she twirls her hair around her finger and the fucker doesn’t even move.

  My fists tighten, my hands deep in my pockets. If Ray saw them like this she’d have some words. Filthy ones.

  “Christian,” Lexi bats her eyes. “I’m really cold. Will you please be a gentleman and give me a ride?” She glances my way with a flirty giggle, meant for him. “Home that is.”

  Perez looks at me and I narrow my eyes before he looks back at Lexi. “Yeah. Sure.”

  Motherfucker.

  Some hoots and hollers follow as Perez leads her over to his car and when he catches my glare, he shrugs. “It’s my girl’s best friend, man."

  Fuck his girl.

  He’s supposed to have my back, the same way I’ve had his.

  My heart pounds when he starts his car and I pound on the top of my Jag as he drives away.

  Heat rises to the surface of my skin as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

  That better be Perez apologizing for being a fucking traitor.

  But when I look at the screen, it's another pain in my ass.

  Cassandra Lyon: How�
��s the training going?

  My grip tightens on my phone, Lexi’s smile replaying in my head. Time to up this thing a few more notches.

  Listening to Dominic is like listening to a brick wall.

  He doesn’t say much. So it took me some time (and a few beers) to get the information I needed. The confirmation that Cassandra wants to get her son into the NHL to unlock his inheritance. Up until now, he’s been living with his grandparents. But when Cassandra wrapped me around her greedy finger, she used it to her advantage.

  And that’s all Lexi’s fault.

  It’s around midnight when I get home and close my bedroom door. With a half-finished bottle of scotch in my hand and a few pills in my system, I pull my laptop over to the tufted sofa.

  I never leave the party early, some of the guys over at Hoffman’s for pre-championship comradery. But tonight, I'm making an acceptance.

  My heart pounds against my chest when I type that name into the PleasureChat search bar. Taking another swig from the bottle, Lexi’s photos flash on the screen. With another swig, clear liquid drips down my bare chest, my cock twitching in silk black boxers. Her mask is on in every photo but her body is still as fire as it was the first day I saw her.

  The other girls on this site don’t get my heart pumping as fast as she does. While I hate her, there’s something about her page that’s different. Classy and avante-garde. Sexy. Risky. Her masks are never half-assed; they're full of that Lexi style she wears so well. Thing is, I know she’s taken it off before, and I bet she’s so desperate she’ll do it again.

  Sitting up, I take another swig before I realize how hard I am.

  “Not now, Johnson,” I slur, patting him down but there's no containing this beast.

  A red circle appears above her screen name.

  PrettyInPlastic is live now!

  Clicking the link, it switches to her pink smile beneath that black mask. Her diamond eyes glimmer like nothing at all happened today until she says, “I’ve had such a long day.”

  A smile spreads across my face as her sultry voice fills the room. Remembering she’s down the hall, I pick up my earbud instead. That only brings her seductive voice in HD.

  My cock twitches again but I ignore it as she coos, “Can someone help turn that around? I really need to dee-stress.” She’s as suggestive with her motions as she is with her voice.

  Messages fire into the chat. Reading what they type to her makes my stomach lurch.

  BeachBum89: Shake that ass on this cock.

  420HighGuy: Show me how you suck dick.

  BelowTheBelt1001: Let me see those sexy feet you slutty whore.

  1Dik4UNow: Spread them.

  Lexi does every single thing.

  She shakes her plump ass in this gemmed and lacy turquoise set that makes her look like a mermaid. My gaze stays fixed when she wiggles her pedicured neon pink toes at the camera. Or when she wraps her lips around a matching coloured cock and pushes it deep inside her mouth.

  She does it all except the last one. Well, she spread her cheeks enough to see the line of her thong sandwiched between her smooth cheeks but after that, she makes her offer.

  Lexi eyes the camera through her mask and I take another glug.

  “If you want to see me spread more,” she says. “Invite me to a private chat. I love connecting with you one-on-one.”

  I hit that button before anyone else can.

  This is my chance.

  And like the whore she is, she accepts.

  Then it’s just us, our screens between.

  A burn hits my abs, remembering the last time I was in this position.

  I need a line.

  Reaching for the golden tray in the middle of the coffee table, my eyes drift to her cleavage. As I tap out a line, they drop to her thighs as she moves into position, kneeling on the bed.

  The room is a blur around me, my focus on my target. My mannequin.

  I can make her do anything for me.

  But I need to focus.

  Sniiifff!

  “Take off that Le Mur,” I demand, cocaine burning my nose as I try to lower my voice a few more octaves.

  “Well, hello again, ItsGravyBaby.”

  My stomach twists when her smile widens like she's happy to hear from me. If she only knew who’s sitting on the other side.

  She slips her straps off her shoulders. “You know your brands.”

  “I know a lot.”

  She stalls, looking around before she leans forward, her lips taking my attention. Plump. Glossy. “I don’t do that … what I did … last time.” Lexi comes off a lot more nervous than she did moments ago.

  Good. “I know. But you liked it.”

  She bites her lip, thinking. Her mouth opens and closes before she flashes her eyes at the camera and she’s back in character. “I loved it.”

  “I did too.” Taking another glug stops me from considering if that was a lie, but I’m surprised when I ask, “You alright?” Her eyes flick up to the camera again and I clarify, trying not to give myself away. “You said you had a long day.”

  “Yeah, my step—classes.” She flips her hair. It’s not as stringy as it was when I left but that hint of brown poking through reminds me of who she is.

  “You need a drink? I’m having one.”

  “I’m actually trying to be good. I don’t usually drink. Anymore.” She brings her hand to the side of her mouth like she has a secret. “I get out of control.” Something else we have in common and while I should be taking her lead, I need my vices more than ever.

  “But you’re not a good girl, are you?”

  She twirls her hair. “Do you want me to be?”

  “Be a good girl and have a drink with me.” I know I sound like the devil, and that’s exactly who I am and if she's anything like me, all she needs is a little push. "It'll help you relax."

  She nibbles on her lip. “I really shouldn’t.”

  “For me? Thought we had something.”

  Then she smiles with a shake of her head. “For you? Anything.” Bingo.

  A ‘BRB’ screen comes up for ten seconds before she’s back with a bottle of strawberry vodka. “Cheers.”

  Taking a glug of my bottle, it feels like we’re sharing a drink. Like we’re allowed to. It’s the reason I keep coming back. “Good girl.” But now it’s time to blow it all up. “Another?”

  Her brows furrow, her fluffy sheets moving around her when she leans forward. “Hey, you sound familiar. Have we met be—”

  “No.” Shit. My quick response has her eyes narrowing as she brings one strap up over her arm. “I mean, I felt that way too when I spoke to you last time.”

  Something I should’ve never done. But part of me doesn’t regret it.

  “Oh.” When her cheeks flush, my abs twitch.

  Enough of this foreplay.

  “I promise to keep your secret if you want to connect on that level again,” I say. “You can take off your mask. Your secret’s safe with me.”

  “Uh …” She hesitates, her fingers stroking at the little feathers over her eyes. “Listen, that’s not something I’m comfortable with and I shouldn’t have—”

  “Let me change your mind.” Clicking over to her PleasureChat profile, I bring up her wishlist. It’s filled with the designers she loves. Despite already spending cash on this convo, I buy every fucking thing before clicking back to our chat. Dad won’t notice and it doesn’t matter. Money never does. “So, how about now?”

  Her brows furrow before a couple of dings come through on her end. “Oh my god …” Lexi gasps, like in that shower. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “I’ll be your daddy if you do what I say. You can trust me, baby.” I wince, her eyes flicking to the screen again.

  “I’m sorry,” she says. “You’re very generous but I didn’t ask you to do that. This isn’t transactional. I can’t take my mask off. Again.”

  “Shit,” I mutter, taking another glug. My finger taps against the glass b
ottle, planning my next move.

  “I don’t mind giving you a show but if you don’t want the mask, there are plenty of girls who—”

  “You. I want you. No one else matters.”

  “Oh …”

  Her cheeks redden but that’s not what I meant. No chance. This is Lexi. The girl who’s trying to ruin me.

  So why does that feel so good to say?

  “One thousand.”

  “No! No, that’s—”

  “Five thousand.” That makes her stall again.

  The guys on these sites are chumps. Simps. But it’s time Lexi sees a real man. A provider.

  “I’ll send it right now. You know I will. But you have to agree to take off your mask.” But she still hesitates. So I take the plunge and send it to her account anyway. “I love your body. But I love your face even more. The look in your eye, the desire in them … I need to see it again.”

  “I—”

  “You’re perfect. Every piece of you.” I don’t give her a minute to protest, the bite in her lip telling me she’s thinking about it. “You’re like the mannequin I wished to come alive. And you do … when your mask is off.”

  “Holy shit,” she mutters when I hear a ding on the other end, the money hitting her account.

  “You know I treat you better than the rest of those assholes. I need to connect with you again. I need to see you again.”

  A few moments pass in silence while I watch the movement of her sparkly chest. “Okay.” She lifts her mask off but I stop her, leaning into this role as a grin spreads across my face.

  The vein in my cock tells me how bad I want this. “Ah, ah—okay who?”

  “Okay ..." Then she grins like she’s giving into a part of her that wants to. “Daddy.”

  My cock twitches at her voice and it doesn’t stop throbbing when she pulls that mask off her face.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I groan out slurry words, rubbing my hand over my shaft that feels more like an iron rod than a part of my body. She bites her lip, running her hands up her stomach, between her tits, showing off all her assets.

  “Pinch those perfect nipples,” I demand and she does. When her cheeks redden it makes me wonder how she's both hot and cute? I mean her persona. Not Lexi. But this person in front of me gives me all kinds of cock twitches. “Now, stand up.” She does, taking another swig, her tongue swirling around the opening. “Good girl. Good mannequin.” She puts the bottle down, waiting. “Now stick your fingers in your mouth. Two by that pretty pussy.”