Page 21 of Hunted Heir

“Taylor,” I say her name out loud, tasting every last syllable on my tongue searching for exactly how the sound tastes.

Her tears are more prominent than I expected, especially from the bad ass that I saw the other night. Maybe she just realized she was facing a real killer. Maybe she thought it was just a guy feud.

It doesn’t matter, though, because I’m utterly fascinated with this living specimen.

It’s only been two days since the party and my obsession with this girl makes me want to play with her more than try to fix her up.

The crinkling of her eyes, which explains the pounding headache and paleness of her skin, shows that she’s still fully not over her hangover.

I want her to be perfect.

“Hello!” The incessant knocking outside the door is becoming relentless, getting ten times worse and, moreimportantly, louder. The sound is like little knives stabbing into my brain when I’m trying to focus on the beauty in front of me.

I know our time is coming to an end.

Taylor’s eyes widened as soon as she hears the voices from outside. Her eyes frantically shift back and forth, trying to decide if she should call out for help.

My hand moves out from underneath her shirt, deftly touching over her curves as my dick is more pronounced, but it doesn’t matter, he’s been ready since we first walked in here.

I put my index finger over her mouth, “shh.” I don’t have long. I see the determination in her eyes, she’s gonna scream soon and all the idiots in the cafeteria are going to hear her.

Every time I get within feet of this woman, my thoughts are erased. I get tugged in between trying to save her and trying to kill her.

I should be ending her right now. I could prop her up in one of those bathroom stalls, make it look like an accident or she unfortunately couldn’t handle the college life, especially a poor girl not used to this lifestyle.

I also think of having her follow me, leading her away with the knife at her spine, undetected by others but definitely felt by her. One wrong move and the slicing bay blade would seep deep into her back. I could take her to another area, more safe and secure to finish her off there.

Maybe even keep my obsessive new toy in a rented house, a cabin would be perfect.

“Open this damn door or I’m calling the Dean.” One of the bitches outside finally gets fed up as I hear several words of agreement.

Disappointment flows through me as I maneuver Taylor closer to me. “Do you want the same thing to happen to you that happened to the governor’s kid?” I whisper in her ear.

She shakes her head violently no. If she doesn’t have a massive headache now, she definitely will later. “I won’t say anything.” Several tears escape, flowing down her face. “I never saw anything, okay?”

“I’ll be watching you,” I state as I turn around and walk a few steps to unlock the door. Of course Taylor’s right behind me but at a respectable distance.

I start turning the lock but then stop and focus my attention on the scared little lamb. “Do you know what Chris was? What he’s been doing?” I ask running my thumb over her plump bottom lip, smooth with cracked skin. She shakes her head no.

“He’s a serial rapist. Twenty-four year-old male that’s been in the school for six years probably with no plans on graduating for at least a couple more, it’s his perfect playground. We know of at least six girls, but they think there’s so many more,” I growl out the last part, makes me feel fucking sick. That the only way this guy can get his rocks off is by taking what isn’t offered to him, what is unavailable.

Instead, that bitch should’ve hopped in the shower and strangled his dick until he got off.

I have to bend down as I whisper in her ear, “some monsters are closer than you think, and definitely not who you expect. Keep that in mind, girl.”

I inhale another deep breath. I’ve never experienced anything like this before with another human. I find it downright fascinating.

The women waiting outside the door are taken aback. The ugly sneers that were plastered all over their faces start turning to smiles instantly. I have no idea what they were expecting but it definitely wasn’t me. I give them my most enamored smile. I swear I could see my teeth sparkle in their eyes.

Taylor shivers next to me as they all get a look at her, slightly losing their smiles, wondering what else went on in here.

If a man and woman are in the bathroom for a while, especially a public bathroom and if one of them comes out crying, that doesn’t look very good.

I yank Taylor close to me as I grab her chin making sure to lick both sides of her face clean before she can move away. I needed to taste her and also free her from her pain at the same time. Which makes no fucking sense to me.

The women gasp as Taylor uses her shirt to wipe off what remains of me from her face and then quickly maneuvers herself, jogging as fast as she can away from me. Like that can work, there’s nothing that can keep her away from me now.

The door is slammed in my face as the women leave me outside in the hall making their way inside. The growling noise from me quickly shut them up and got them out of my way.

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