Page 8 of My Tutor, My Stalker

A movement on the video screen catches my eye. Elsie walks in wearing a pink halter-neck dress and a shrug to cover her back scars. The deep V-neck of the dress exposes a hint of cleavage, molding to her perky breasts that I sucked last week. Her nipples are hard and pointed, the fabric molding over them to expose her secrets. My nostrils flare when I realize that she’s not wearing a bra. Her blonde hair is curled at the ends, making her look like a doll. Elsie raises her doll face to the camera, not knowing that I’m watching her, and pouts with those plump lips lined with gloss. Her big blue eyes are lined with mascara and her petite body trembles in the dress. With one fluid move, Elsie wiggles the shrug off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Thedeep back of the gown ends right over her hip, showing off her scars. I wonder why she chose to wear that gown.

My little dove moves over to the desk, pulling out a math book of all things. Then, she proceeds to sit on her bed and slowly rolls her gown up. Her flawless calves, knees, and thighs come into view and before I know it she’s slipping her fingers between her thighs, touching herself where I kissed her.

“Damn.” My cock jumps in response when she begins to stroke herself. Her head falls back, and her eyes shut as she trails her fingers over her slick folds. I can’t see her pussy, but I’m dying to.

“Ronan…” My mouth drops from her lips, making my body hot. She adjusts her butt and I know she’s wet right now. The dress is tight around her hips and it doesn’t stretch, so she slides lower on her bed to give herself more access. “Yes, Daddy. Touch me like that.”

Daddy.

Damn, this girl’s gonna slay me.

Elsie’s head tilts to the right, exposing her shoulder and neck. I want to kiss her there and suck her sensitive skin to leave a love bite. I take a deep breath in, trying to calm myself when the door bursts open.

Elsie immediately closes her thighs, pulling her hand out, but it’s too late.

A shadow enters the room and soon, stalking closer to her. Her legs are open, her skirt riding up her thigh. Her shoulders are exposed, and her chest heaves up and down with every breath.

“Bill? What’re you doing here?” Her voice erupts just as I catch sight of a preppy college student entering the room. I remember she told me that her parents were trying to get her married to him. Bill looks like a typical spoilt, rich brat in his navy jacket, a pair of matching pants, and a light blue dress shirt.His eyes are fixed on Elsie. She tries to roll off the bed, but he gets there first, using his hand to push her back on the bed. Elsie falls down, her head hitting the pillow, her body exposed to him.

My fist tightens, possessiveness pumping through my veins.

“Your mom said we should get to know each other.” He climbs on top of her and her eyes widen in shock.

“Get off me.” She tries to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he grabs her flailing hands and pushes them over her face, making her twist and wriggle.

“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you? You ran away from dinner so that you could get yourself off. George told me you like it when men give you attention.” He pokes his index finger out, bringing it to her chest and sliding it down her cleavage.”Well, at least that part of our marriage will be satisfactory.”

Bill’s horse-faced grin lights up the camera and I want to murder him for touching my girl. I shoot out of my seat, grabbing my jacket.

“Stop, please. I don’t want you to touch me.” Elsie’s voice is desperate, her eyes filling with fear.

“Why don’t we get to know each other better, huh?” Bill trails his finger around one aroused nipple. “You’re not even wearing a bra because you want me so bad. We should get to know each other intimately before the night ends.”

“No!”

That’s it. I shoot out of my room like a bullet, taking the stairs two steps at a time. There’s nothing in my head except the need to rescue Elsie. I sit in my car and take off so fast, swerving and threading through the traffic like a madman. Blood pounds in my head, bile rising in my throat at the thought of Bill touching her, of taking her virginity before I can get to her. I drive like crazy, making the journey between my dorm and her house in under ten minutes. When I park outside the Milligan’s mansion, I see something frothy and pink moving in the dark. I rush out ofmy car, running to the front gate in record time just to see Elsie bursting out of it. She runs straight into my arms, her panicked eyes looking back as she runs barefoot. Her body collides with my chest and I wrap my big arms around her, holding her close. Her panicked eyes shoot up and when she sees me, she calms down a little.

“Ronan?” She’s only wearing her gown, breathing unevenly as tears fill her eyes. “You’re really here?”

She looks shaken like she’s running from Bill. She must’ve run away from him when he tried to have his way with her. Other than her disheveled hair, she looks fine. Thank god, she’s safe.

“I’m here, baby,” I hold her tight, letting her settle her head on my chest. I kiss her head, hugging her to restore a sense of safety. She’s clearly shaken because that bastard tried to put his hands on her without permission. “You’re safe now.”

“Bill…he…” Tears erupt from her eyes and my heart breaks. I swipe her salty tears with my thumb kissing her temple.

“It’s okay, Elsie. I’m here now. Nobody can hurt you, baby girl.” Her small hands tighten around my waist, her entire body shaking.

“Ronan…” She manages to squeeze my name out between sobs. Her glassy blue eyes meet mine. “Please, take me away.”

Elsie stands in my dorm room minutes later, wearing my jacket. After I found her barefoot outside her house, I brought her here. She’s a pop of pink in my dreary black dorm room. I don’t share the room with anyone and my flatmate, who has the other room, is traveling this weekend, making us the only two people in the house. My laptop is closed, my bedsheets folded, and I wish I had more time to fix this place before I brought her here.

“So, this is what a Harvard dorm looks like.” She takes in the fan on the floor, leaning her ass against my desk. It isn’t too warm as fall is beckoning. “This might be the closest I ever get to it.” She smiles and I feel relieved seeing she’s back to her usual self. When I saw her crying, I almost lost it. I wanted to tear Bill from limb to limb with my bare hands and bury him in the backyard for daring to touch my girl.

Mine. She’s mine. Every cell in my body knows it.

“It’s a little small…basic.” She shrugs and I love how she looks in my jacket. It’s too big for her, but she looks mine.

“It’s functional,” I admit, trying not to startle her with my concern. I hover a few inches from her, breathing roughly. We both don’t address the elephant in the room—what happened a few moments ago. She doesn’t ask me how I knew when to come and I don’t tell her. Instead, I admire her profile as she turns, taking in the pictures on my wall. Her finger skims over a picture of my brother. She touches the Polaroid, making my heart jump.

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