I jumped. “Yeah?”
She smiled. “What did he have to say? How is he now? He used to be such the little adult back then, Ben. Seriously, I’d never seen a child direct a house just like his grandpa. He liked things a certain way, a terribly bossy little thing.”
More like entitled as fuck. Dampening my lips, I said nothing. “Sorry, and it’s nothing. I just ran into him.”
“Are you sure—”
“I said it’s nothing.” And really, this whole thing was fucking stupid, coming here to eat with them. For all I knew, he was still watching me. I gathered my things, tossing my trash before reaching over and hugging Ben. “Thanks for the food.”
It’d been on his tab, always, and after he returned the hug, I reached and kissed my mom, doing the same with a hug.
She rubbed my back. “Okay. You got homework or something? It’s not that late.”
Yeah, that. I nodded. “And sorry. I’ll try to do the dinner thing more.”
They both smiled at me, but mine couldn’t really be full. Knight Reed was in my freaking head, and the way Ben talked about him and his rich grandpa, you’d think he was one of the Reeds’ biggest fans. Maybe he was, blinded just like Haley, Keisha, and Sophie had been. Even my mom held no ill will toward the Reeds, myself the minority.
Mom offered to drive me back to my dorm, but since the transit authority ran every ten minutes and I had a pass, I just hopped on, holding the bar on the short trip home. Getting off at my stop, I just wanted a shower and found my roommates belly down with their textbooks on the floor. I’d missed our nightly study session tonight due to family dinner.
“Hey,” I said, passing quickly through the room. I didn’t really want to talk to anyone, just wanted to shower, and was in and out of the room before they’d barely been able to say hi. Sophie called down the hall for me, and as I opened the door, she said his name.
“Knight’s waiting for you in your room,” she said, but it was too late.
My hand had already been on the knob, steps made to go inside, and I couldn’t even stop my momentum if I tried. I was jerked inside my bedroom by a hand that encased my entire wrist, and once pulled in, the door was slammed behind me.
I was forced up against it, a knee between my legs and warm breath breezed against my ear. Knight Reed smelled like heaven laced with something hellish, the devil in designer threads staring back at me.
“Big mistake, little dove,” he said, dragging his nose along the shell of my ear. He put hands on either side of my head. “Going to the cops?”
Chapter Seven
Greer
My heart beat like a jackrabbit, Knight’s lips brushing my earlobe. “Stop.”
“Or what?” he breathed, a smile in his voice. “You’ll tell on me? Go back to the campus police?”
“I didn’t tell—”
His hand slammed the door, and I jumped, quivering between his arms. What the hell was he doing?
He curled a finger against my throat. “I own the campus, baby. Fuck, own the real police.”
“I didn’t…” Braving up, I stood tall. My jaw tightened. “I didn’t say anything to them, asshole.”
His chuckle dry, he angled a look away, a fake out before his hand folded around my throat. He squeezed ever so slightly, making it so hard to breath.
“You’re strangling me.” More so panic than his actual hand, more so fear than anything else and the madness in his eyes I’d seen too many times before. This guy was seriously crazy, mental, and here I was stuck in a room with him. I reached back for the door, trying to turn the knob, and his hand found mine.
He pulled it away, my lips trembling.
“I’ll scream.”
“And I dare you.” His lips came closer, his knee raising and pressing against the heat between my legs. I gasped, and his smile widened, his fingers tipping down my chin. “This turning you on, dove?” he asked me, hovering his nose over my cheek. “Turning you on like it is me.”
He pressed his big body against me for emphasis, his cock rock hard against my tummy, and my belly jumped. He was hard for me, steel and getting off on this.
My eyes watered. “You’re sick.”
“Am I?” His knee pulsed my mound again, his thumb tapping my throat. Reaching, he grabbed hold of my thigh and curled it around his hip, his knee rubbing friction against my pussy lips. “So what does that make you since you’re riding my damn knee?”
I wasn’t. At least, I thought I wasn’t. I honestly didn’t have too much experience with this, a man making me do this. His knee between my legs did feel good, though, hence more of that confusion in my head. Hell, we were both messed up. Completely—fucked.
I gripped his arms, pulling. “Let go of me.”
“Not until you tell me why you decided to do something stupid. I told you to keep your mouth shut about the other night.”
The fact that he did know about my visit to see my stepdad told me he had been watching me. He had been stalking me or at least had someone tailing me. I swallowed. “I didn’t. My stepdad Ben is campus police. I told you he and my mom work here on campus.”
“Not helping your case, Greer.” His hand replaced his knee, and before I knew it, he was gripping my pussy.
I called out, my mound rubbing his hand. I couldn’t stop it. It felt good…
And damn did he know it.
He grinned at me, his tongue wetting his lips as his hand went
