Page 1 of My Tutor, My Stalker

CHAPTER 1

RONAN

She’s so beautiful.

With blonde hair framing her smiling oval face, Elsie Mulligan is an angel who’s caught the attention of the devil. Her clear blue eyes twinkle as she gazes at the camera I’ve planted in her bookcase, oblivious that I’m watching her. Orange light falls on her face, framing her lush lips, and small nose, and sliding down those beautiful tits that are half-exposed in her black tank top. With her phone in hand, she raises the camera to frame her face and make her perky tits appear deeper. Then, she pulls down the neck of her top and pouts at the camera.

Click.

She’s taking pictures of herself.

I inhale a heavy breath, struggling not to recall her vanilla and caramel scent as I watch her pull down her tank another notch. This time, a pink nipple almost pops out of it, making my cock twitch in response. With a wicked smile, Elsie clicks another picture of her half-naked, her thighs pressing together in her teeny-tiny pajama shorts. They barely cover her ass, cupping her mound so tight that I can see the outline of her delicate pussy lips.

“Mmmm…” Slowly, I bring my hand to my cock and start stroking.

I’m sitting in my dorm room, music blasting outside the window. Some students are screaming and dancing, drunk from the frat party going on downstairs. My room is dark, my screen flashing bright with an image of the woman who takes my breath away—Elsie Mulligan. She’s my student, my secret fantasy, and my ultimate revenge.

Ping.

My phone lights up with a text.

My hand immediately reaches for it, and when I flip my phone, the image of Elsie in her tank with her nipple out greets me. My eyes almost pop at the sight, wondering what’s suddenly made her lose control.

Elsie: Good evening, Mr. Jackson. I hope you’re having a good night. Here’s a little something to make you feel better.

My stomach clenches, my eyes boring into the image of Elsie’s exposed tits. I’ve never seen her nipples before, but damn, they’re all perky and pink and hard, making me want to rip off her clothes and suckle on them.

I’ve been tutoring her for two years and though her grades have gone up in that time, so has her boldness. She’s always been the cheerful one of us both. When she confessed that she liked me at sixteen, I brushed her off as a teenager with a crush on her tutor. But we both know my feelings for her run a lot deeper than that.

My eyes flicker to the image of a teenage boy on my desk, the video of Elsie still playing on my laptop. My big brother. I inhale a deep breath, realizing why I’m doing this.

“Levi.” I close my eyes, trying to remind myself of the horrible night my brother died. Memories of his painful suicide linger in my heart five years after it happened. I was sixteen back then and I knew something was wrong with my older brother.We were only a year apart and that made us close. Well, as close as brothers can be. So, when he came home from school one day with a cut on his wrist, I knew something was wrong.

I watch the image of my late brother, his silver eyes that are identical to mine squinting behind his glasses as he smiles. He got into Harvard, but he never got to go. I wonder what things would be like if it had been him instead of me sitting in this dorm room. Would he have had his first experience with a girl? Would he be terrorizing other smart kids with his math skills? We’ll never know because it’s me sitting in his place, getting a degree in math I’m not even passionate about. And it’s all thanks to George Mulligan. Elsie’s brother.

My fist grips the edge of my desk hard as another message lights up my screen.

Elsie: Do you think this one’s nicer? I think this angle shows off my assets better.

Elsie’s tank top hangs under her breasts, both her nipples on full display. I suck in a ragged breath, unable to stop my body from responding to her. I wish we weren’t tangled up in this twisted revenge, because she’s not just someone I tutor, she’s my obsession.

Stroking my cock with one hand, I type out a reply with another.

Ronan: You’re a spoiled little brat. Just go to sleep and stop sending strange men pics of your bosom.

It’s a regular reply, one I’m conditioned to give as her tutor. I don’t glance back at my brother’s image, feeling a trickle of guilt for getting hard for his bully’s sister.

Closing my eyes, I recall the day I came back home to find my brother dead in his bedroom. He’d taken an entire bottle of pills. Next to him was a handwritten note that said, ‘I can’t take it anymore.’. My whole world went blank as I realized what had happened. I called 911 and Mom rushed back from work, but wewere both too late. Levi was gone by the time he arrived at the hospital.

Mom cried, but I just felt so lost. I’d noticed the signs, noticed that something was off with Levi. Ever since he’d started his sophomore year, he’d become paranoid and jittery. When I asked him, he said it was just the stress from all the studying. He was taking extra credits and working hard to get into Harvard. He was elated when he got the admission letter, but soon, I began noticing signs of stress. I didn’t know why he was so depressed, but when I told Mom about it, she tried taking him to a therapist. However, Levi refused to go after the first time, saying he was fine.

It was only after he died that I discovered why he’d taken his life.

Elsie: OMG, you didn’t really say ‘bosom’. What is this, Victorian England?

I breathe out, trying to distract myself with Elsie’s body when the pain hit. After Levi’s death, I’d felt powerless, lost even. I studied harder, knowing he wanted us to go to Harvard together. However, when I realized why my brother had taken his life, everything changed.

Ronan: It’s midnight. Go to bed.

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