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  “Warren stop, you’re hurting me.” So sweet, so soft, and sing song like. That voice it used to be able to get me to do anything, but now I just want to wrap my hands around her throat and get her to stop talking. Get the memories of us out of my mind.

  Tugging her through the grass I stop once we reach one of the sitting areas next to the vine covered brick wall. She trips over her feet, nearly falling to the ground before catching herself. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly I can see her pulse throbbing in her throat.

  “You think this hurts,” I squeeze her arm a little tighter before shoving it away. Then like a lion I stalk towards her. She of course takes a step back, until she’s reached the wall, leaving herself nowhere to go. I hold back a bitter laugh. She’s making this too easy.

  “W-what are you doing?” her lips quiver, as I place my hands flat against the wall behind her. Caging her in, I invade her personal space, giving her no room to breath. No place to hide. Nowhere to run. She shivers and I love the sight of her scared, weak. Her sweet floral scent assaults my nostrils and I force myself to breathe through my mouth.

  “You made a big mistake coming here. This is my turf. You need to leave and don’t fucking come back. One warning Harper, that’s all you’re getting.” I shouldn’t even give her that, but I’m feeling generous, feeling like giving her an out.

  She shakes her head, and silky brown strands of hair fall into her face,“I have a scholarship to go to this school. I can’t just leave. And what’s it matter? How was I supposed to know that you would be here?”

  My jaw ticks, she has a fucking back bone. Yet, another thing I’ll take pleasure in breaking if she stupidly decides to stay.

  “I don’t give a shit about how you got here, all I care about is making you disappear. You need to leave. Now.”

  Shoving against my chest, she tries to push past me. “Get out of the way.” Even through the shirt I’m wearing her touch burns my skin. Her push just moves me closer to the edge. Determined to get my point across I grab both her wrists and shove them against her chest, holding them there.

  “Leave and I’ll forget that you ever showed your face here. Stay and I’ll break you so badly you’ll leave a shell of the person you are now. Either way you’re going to leave.”

  She visibly gulps, her throat bobbing and I want to trace that delicate throat of hers, feel the flutter of her heart beat under my fingers.

  Digging deep, she stands a little straighter and fights against my hold. “You’re insane, I’m not leaving and you can’t make me. We don’t even know each other anymore, and me being here has no effect on you. Now let go of me before I report you to the campus police.”

  I laugh right in her face, “Do it. That would be hilarious.”

  “What happened to you?” She whispers the words so soft I’m sure she didn’t intend to speak them out loud.

  Leaning into her face I keep an inch of space between our faces. “I don’t think I’m required to tell you a single ducking thing. What happened to me was you and I want you gone.” I bare my teeth. I want to bite her, mark her skin.

  “I’m not leaving, Warren,” the way she says my name, all breathless and shit, it does something to me. It’s like she is poking the monster inside of me. Awaken it with nothing but her voice.

  I don’t even think, all I do is react. Releasing her hands, I slam my fist into the brick beside her head, nearly hitting her process and I use my other hand to grip her chin between two fingers. I pinch hard, and the blood swooshes in my ears when I see her wince. I should feel something, anything but I don’t. The idea of hurting her...it only makes my cock harder, makes the blood in my veins heat.

  “You know what this means then, don’t you?” I seethe, barely restraining myself. Her full bee stung lips are right in front of me begging to be kissed.

  Wide eyed she shakes her head once more, and her chin wobbles in my grasp, giving away her fear. Good, I want her to be afraid. I want her a trembling mess beneath my feet. Looking at her once more, I memorize her body, dragging my predatory gaze over her. I want to stripe bare, and fuck her until she screams.

  No. I roar internally. I can’t let her get under my skin. I can’t give into my weaknesses

  “I’m going to break you, crush you until you’re begging me to take mercy on your pitiful body.” Releasing her chin I turn and stalk off, knowing that if I don’t I might do something I’ll regret. I want to scare her, hurt her, but not physically. I fist my hands so tightly that my fingernails dig into my palm, probably piercing through the skin. I don’t care though. The pain is just what I need to continue onward.

  With each step I take away from her my blood cools a little more, and my mind clears. Slowly, I return to the Warren everyone knows me as; the all American boy with a panty melting smile and enough charm to leave the ladies dazed and confused.

  Revenge. I’ll get my revenge, but first I need to get some information on her. Find out what will make her disappear as fast as she came here.

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  Chapter Two

  Harper

  With the back of my hand I wipe some sweat off my forehead as I finish unpacking the very last box. Finally. It took me long enough. Then again, considering I moved my entire life without having any help, I guess I didn't do so bad after all.

  My one room apartment is small and shabby, but it’s mine. By one room I don’t mean one bedroom, plus a kitchen, and a living room. No, I mean one room all together, and no, it’s not a huge space either. It’s a ten by fifteen square feet all-in-one room. It’s a little better than a jail cell. My bed is in one corner, while a desk and chair are in the other. Next to the entrance door is a tiny kitchenette, with a two plate stove, a mini fridge, and a microwave.

  The only other room that is part of the apartment is the attached bathroom, which is just big enough to hold a sink, a shower stall, and a toilet. Did I mention the tile in that said bathroom are green and pink? Yeah I know disgusting.

  I’ve put everything into unpacking over the last couple of hours so that I didn’t have to think about the events of earlier today. Shivers wrack my body as I recall the darkness in his eyes, the hate that pulsed just below like lava bubbling up to the surface. I could feel it, it coated the air, making it hard for me to breathe.

  “I’m going to break you, crush you until you’re begging me to take mercy on your pitiful body.” His words wash over me, playing on repeat in my mind like a never ending song. Moving away from the box, I sag down onto my bed, the mattress squeaking as I do.

  Warren is here. I don’t think that reality has sunk in yet. And he hates me, really hates me, and I don’t understand why. What had I done to him? The last time I saw him we were sixteen and I was in the back of my parents car driving away from his family’s mansion. For years, I wondered why he never said goodbye, how he could go from caring about me so much, to despising me in a second flat.

  I thought maybe it was the fact that I was the maid’s daughter, but that never seemed to bother him. Maybe he changed his mind? My parents always warned me, told me that we would never work out, his family had money and mine had nothing. I didn’t listen. I loved Warren and I thought he loved me. Pfff, what a lie that was.

  Seeing him today awakened feelings in me I’ve tried to forget for years. In fact, I’ve tried to forget him altogether, but I never could. I tried to date, but never made it past a first kiss. That’s usually when I realized that the guy wouldn’t ever measure up to Warren.

  I kept waiting for that spark, that excitement I used to get when kissing Warren, but it never came with anyone else and I’m not sure if it ever will. Which means I’ll never feel that spark again, since Warren clearly has no interest in ever being with me again. I don’t know why but that bothers me. I shouldn’t still want him but I do. Like a moth drawn to a flickering flame I don’t care about burning, if it gets me a little closer to him.

  Absentmindedly my hand comes up to my face and my
fingers brush over my chin where he touched me earlier. The skin there still tingles, like he has left a part of himself behind. Branded my skin with his touch. The thought sends a rush of euphoric need through me. I still want him, even though I shouldn’t.

  Shaking the thought of him away, I roll over and reach under my bed, feeling around for my special box. When my fingers touch the smooth edge of the shoe box, I grab it and pull it out.

  Still half way hanging off the bed, I open the lid and look at my small but diverse collection of dildos and vibrators. The miniature purple one has always been my favorite. It’s small, but packs quite the vibrating punch. And that’s what I need right now. Something that will kick Warren right out of my mind, and make my toes curl in the process.

  With a smile on my lips I place the vibrator next to me on the bed. Laying flat on my back I chimney out of my yoga pants, and panties, kicking them both to the floor when they reach my ankles. Falling back onto my pillow I reach for Roger, that’s what I call my little purple friend. I can already feel the tension easing out of me.

  Closing my eyes, I turn on Roger and let my legs fall apart. Bringing the vibrator to my clit, I draw circles with the tip, teasing myself. My blood hums, and pleasure blooms deep in my belly. I keep the vibration on low for now, almost like my little private foreplay.

  When I can’t stand waiting any longer, I push the vibrator lower and into my opening. I’m already wet so it slides in with ease and a shudder ripples through me at the movement. Even though I’m alone, I bite my lip to stifle the moan trying to escape my lips.

  Moving the vibrator in and out, I up the speed and let the pulses of vibration buzz through me. It doesn’t take long before the sound of my arousal fills my ears. I’m so wet I should be embarrassed. Closing my eyes an image of Warren pops into mine. I can feel his hands on me, his knuckles skimming against my wet folds.

  “Look at this mess. You’re all fucking wet… what will I do with you now?” My pulse quickens, and my pussy quivers, my body on the eclipse of an orgasm.

  “Oh god…” I pant into the empty room, fucking myself faster and faster.

  “Come, show me how much your pussy craves my cock...show me, Harper…” I squeeze my eyes closed tighter, and air rapidly enters my lungs as I fall over the edge and into stormy waters to the sound of Warren’s deep angry voice. I let the waves of pleasure wrap around me, tugging me deeper and deeper. My heart races, and I do my best to focus on the pleasure and not the fact that I just came to imagining his voice.

  I’ve barely come down from my high when a loud knock fills the room. For a moment I’m paralyzed, still suspended in time. Is someone at the door? I can’t be sure, my mind hasn’t returned completely to this room again. Part of it is still somewhere up in the clouds.

  “Open the door, Harper. I know you’re in there. You can’t hide forever…”

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