Page 30 of Tangled in His Game

No one.

But if Victor’s story is that I’m after him, he’s definitely not going to go around telling everyone he went down on his knees and ate my pussy.

I toss away the pillow. If I could scream in frustration without making my parents think something was horribly wrong with me, I would.

I don’t know what I expected would happen when I challenged Victor. Maybe that it would be an unsatisfying quickie that would confirm all my theories about him.

I wanted him to be just like Sebastian so I could hate him even more, but he’s already different. Sebastian never went down on me, not even once.

Still, they’re both bullies. And my attempts to make Victor pay have all gone to hell. I can pretend nothing happened, but whenever he looks at me or smiles with those lips... I’ll be reminded of all the wrong things.

But what the hell was all that with Jake? Did he tell Victor something about me? Does he think Victor hooking up with me is a bad thing? But how would he even know who I am? Does that mean Victor told him about me? Why would he do that?

I have so many questions. The way Victor tensed and his whole demeanor changed. The cold way he told me to get out of there, and the urgency of it all.

Whatever the reason, Jake isn’t my fan. Maybe he’s the one who wants Victor to only date girls from rich families, and Victor’s messing with me to annoy his father. But then he wouldn’t have shoved me out of there like that, as if I were trash he no longer had any interest in.

I don’t get him. I don’t understand anything he does or why he does it.

My lips tingle when I remember his kiss. We were interrupted, but I still felt his passion. His desire. His need. And the bulge in his pants...

A new message pings on my laptop, and I sit up. I asked my professor a question, so maybe it’s her reply. It would be great to have something else to focus on.

I get up and furrow my brow at the screen. It’s not an email. It’s a message. I got the desktop version of a chat app that some of the professors use to easily share materials, and I prefer it on my laptop rather than on my phone. Someone probably forgot to send something and has done it now.

As I open the app, my eyes bulge.

It’s not my professor. It’s Victor.

He’s sent me a photo of himself.

Completely naked, his hand around his thick length.

I gape at the screen. The message is one of those that are supposed to disappear after a certain time, and my time is running out. I grab my phone and take a photo of the screen. There’s no way I’m letting that photo vanish forever.

I’ll keep it for... scientific purposes, of course.

Ahem.

Another message pops up.

It’s what you want.

Both messages delete themselves a moment later. I close my laptop and lie back on the bed. As I stare at the photo on my phone, I bite down on my lip.

If he wasn’t a bully, then maybe I’d be interested in him, like, really interested. But he is who he is, and nothing can change that.

Nothing can change my crazy attraction to him. That doesn’t mean I have to give in completely, but I can fantasize about it. No harm done.

I keep my eyes on the photo as I slide my hand into my panties. He can get me wet so easily I should be worried, but right now, I want to release some more tension.

I remember the way Victor’s hands felt on me. The way his tongue pushed inside me. My mind has no problem picturing Victor stroking himself as I spread my legs for him.

I imagine him inside me, his hips slamming against mine.

I imagine his lips kissing their way down my neck.

His hands exploring every inch of me.

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