Page 1 of The Hunt
CHAPTER 1
APOLLO
“Settle down, folks. Welcome to our class today, Throat Fucking 101.”
My gaze snapped up from the medical book in my hands, and I scanned the library for whatever the hell that was. It sounded like a professor teaching a class, except nobody told me about Throat Fucking 101 when I enrolled three days ago.
“Tonight we’ll be learning how to fuck a woman’s throat and how to have your throat trained to take a cock,” the voice continued, which started to almost sound like an audiobook playing on the other side of the shelving unit. “This might be intense for some of you, but this is what this course is all about.”
I furrowed my brows and snapped the medicine book closed. Before I had transferred into Redwood Academy, I believed I had heard all that happened in this school: a principal being decapitated last semester, a lit professor getting his student pregnant, a cut-throat gang who’d cut off a guy’s dick for looking at the girl they all shared…
But I thought it was all rumors.
I didn’t think that I’d actually hear porn in the middle of the library.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. I had more important things to do. Besides, it was probably a message from Dad telling me, “Don’t tarnish the DeLuca name like you did at your old school” or some shit like that, because he had been a sick, lonely fuck after Mom had died.
When I turned the corner, I spotted a girl sitting at a table, tucked into the pages of a thick environmental book, her headphones covering her ears. Long, dark hair fell over one of her shoulders, framing her soft face, her gaze was focused on the textbook in her lap.
Yet as the porn continued to play on her phone–which obviously wasn’t connected to her headphones–her face stayed completely unfazed. My eyes widened. God, is she even real? She licked her fingers, then flipped the page of the book, oblivious to me watching her.
“I can see you squirming and rubbing your thighs together already. I would say that you don’t know how hard that makes me for you. But when I’m so far down your throat, you’ll certainly know.”
Jesus Christ.
She peered up at me, then looked back down at her book. Most of the girls that I had met at Redwood were thirsty, throwing flirty glances or outright sliding their number into my pocket. This one, though?
My lips curled into a smirk. She didn’t care.
No, she didn’t want my attention, which only made me want to give it to her more.
There were literally people moaning on her phone, and she didn’t even bat an eye. Innocence with a dirty streak buried just beneath the surface? Fuck, that kind of shit was more than dangerous. It was addicting.
“You look so pretty with spit rolling all down your face… Ruining that makeup of yours and dripping into your hair… Such a pretty little mess for me already.”
My eyes widened as the filth continued, and for a moment, I thought that maybe… I was hearing things. No fucking way was a girl this shy listening to porn on her phone in the middle of a library. Not at this school.
Redwood Academy was full of people who practically clawed for attention: short skirts, heavy perfume, flirty eyes. Hell, half the cheer team had already been blowing up my phone after my first day. I had to slip into the library today to get away from them basically harassing me for way more than just my number.
“Ah ah, no pulling away. I control when I take myself out of you, don’t forget. We’re training your throat so I can fuck it whenever I feel like it, love.”
Still, she stared down at the book, her innocent expression unchanged. A moment passed, then another, and then she pressed her thighs together enough for me to notice how desperate that audio was making her.
My dick hardened inside my jeans, and I placed my med book in front of it and headed in her direction. I wasn’t leaving this library until I, at least, got her name. So I stepped out of the aisle of books, only to slam into a tall, skinny guy with shaggy brown hair.
He jumped up, as if startled, murmured an apology, and hurried out of the library.
I brushed it off and continued toward her. How can someone so innocent be listening to something like this? This was worse than what that cheerleader had whispered in my ear at lunch yesterday said. A full on graphic sex scene in the middle of the library?!
A grin spread across my face. I could ignore it and leave her to her studies, but… something about the way she looked so unguarded and so unfazed while listening to something this dirty made me want to see how’d she react to getting caught.
The idea of pulling her out of her little fantasy and making her squirm… fuck.
It was too hot to resist.
I cleared my throat and nodded down to her book. “Is it an interesting read?”
She snapped her gaze up to mine, eyes widening and cheeks reddening. “Um, yes.”
