I Know, Princess

Vanessa's POV

The second I reached him, he wrapped an arm around my waist possessively, and I flinched for half a second before I allowed it to happen. He also kissed me on my cheeks like we were some item. I wasn't sure why I didn't stop him.

“Hi, Vee.” He smiled, his voice a little rough.

“Michael.” I returned it, my smile weaker.

“You look especially radiant today…”

Yeah, Ashley was right. He's really charming. He's not so hard to fall for. When he wasn't such a forward ass like back at my place the other day, things could really work. I could let him touch me like this.

He introduced me to his friends, then he went to get me lunch straight up. He bundled me up and forced me against my will in a way that was disgustingly hot.

I'm just a girl I'm afraid, and I'm not rejecting free lunch. Hopefully the campus doesn't care about this though, because I can't deal.

We arrived at the cafe and made ourselves comfortable, then he ordered.

I dug right into my food because apparently, I had been hungry but didn't realize it. He just kept staring as I devoured my food, showing exactly how hungry I was.

“I like the way you eat, the way you swallow. It's beautiful. You should eat like a lady though.”

I almost choked on my scone.

“Excuse me?”

The double meaning was insane. I couldn't help but imagine all the hundreds of positions he's put me in his head. In fact I could see it flash through his eyes. Was I that hot?

Maybe I want to take the pole again. I can't believe I initially said with my mouth that I didn't want attention. I kind of do. Sounds fun. What's the worst that could happen?

“Uhm, thanks for the really weird compliment, Michael.”

Then it hit me, his last sentence.

Eat like a lady? Excuse me?

“Weird? What's weird about liking how good you swallow?”

Just wow. I'll ignore it. Whatever.

“Okay, it's fine.” If I dwelled on that, I might just get fucking pissed, and this meal is delicious as hell.

“It's just crazy how you're supposedly single. You're like an angel. Any man would be lucky to–”

I rolled my eyes at this point. Could he just shut the fuck up? What he wanted was super obvious, so I didn't need all that poetic bullshit. In fact I proceeded to attack him straight up.

“Michael, you want to fuck me, don't you?”

His jaw instantly went taut, his eyes zeroing on my gaze, intensity brimming in it. For a second I thought he would deny it, and to be fair, he kind of did, but at the same time didn't.

“Who doesn't? I mean, you're hot.”

Yeah, hot doesn't equate to easy now, does it? I also asked that because I'm yet to understand where I gave up such a vibe that he could be super forward with me, like we were an item.

The only person I enjoyed those games with is probably at work right now, being an asshole there to his employees.

“You think I'm easy?”

“No…” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine as he responded.

I didn't believe him. For some reason, he did believe i was easy. Is it because he got my hungry ass lunch? Newsflash, I will keep eating all his free lunches until he gets tired of buying them for me.

For the time being, I decided to mess with his head.

“Are you going to abandon me after I let you take what you want from me? Do you do this often?”

He seemed taken aback by my question, going wide eyed for a second.

“Woah, slow down, you sound scary right now–” He even tried to let out an awkward laugh. I hate that I was loving the attention.

“I mean, a girl has to protect herself.” I shrugged my shoulders, acting unbothered. Somehow I thought about my wounded tits, and Carmen's threat—now why am I thinking about Carmen? This is absolutely not even the time.

“Well no, I don't plan to abandon you after.” Aww. I almost felt pity for him.

I decided right then to clear things up.

“I'm not your girlfriend by the way, so quit touching or hugging me that way. Are we understood?”

“Oh, sorry I got too excited.”

“I'm also not kissing you or sleeping with you.”

“Yet.” I saw the desperate glint in his eyes.

A smile adorned my face. He couldn't be serious. I decided to change the topic.

“How do you know Carmen though?”

“We just hang out, nothing too serious. Our parents were alumni so it just kind of happened that way.”

“I see. Okay.”

“By the way, a friend of mine is throwing a party for freshmen. Wanna come?”

My eyes instantly sparkled. That sounded amazing.

“Yeah, sure. I would love to.” I wouldn't miss it for the world. It would be like the official grand entrance into college life.

“But you'll have to come with me. For the night, you'll have to pretend you're mine. Please.”

Oh. Wow.

“As long as nothing extra is involved.”

“Nothing extra, I promise.”

“Then yeah, I'd love to.”

Okay, that went well. After lunch, I drove myself straight home, exhausted as hell.

I got attacked right by the door.

I cannot believe Carmen had been waiting for me. The minute I slipped in, he grabbed me by my waist and pressed me to the door.

“My princess, welcome back.”

I was assaulted with his cologne, thick and dangerous, and I grew hot immediately. I couldn't deal with the way he was staring at me or treating me.

“Carmen…”

“I kind of missed your annoying ass. Been waiting all day.” His hands started going lower, hovering right above my ass.

“That's so sweet to say. Stop staring at me like that though.” I let my things fall to the ground and let him come even closer. My tingly hurting nipples pressed against his chest, and I almost let out a weak moan.

His tongue made several appearances, swiping across his lower lip like he wanted to devour me. This is the first time all day that I felt so horny, it hurt, and within seconds of his suffocating presence.

“Like what?” His head titled, amusement playing on his face.

“You know. Let me go inside?” I'm not sure I wanted to go inside though. I'm not sure I even wanted him off me.

“Sure I can't kiss you?” He stared hard at my lips, his muscles locking like he was truly doing everything in his power not to do it. It turned me on.

“I never said you couldn't kiss me though.”

I batted my lashes at him. I'm so insane. I just told another man I wasn't ever kissing him, but I was low-key begging this one I don't even like to kiss me?

He let out a warm smile that managed to knock my socks right off. He pressed me even closer to him, and I forgot to breathe when his hands dipped even lower, now right on my ass. He did nothing else, just felt them, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head.

“You're begging to cry.”

He brought his lips to mine, but he didn't kiss me like I thought I would. He glided his long tongue across my lips horizontally, possessively, and I gripped on nothing as a shrill cry escaped me.

“Oh, fuck.”

“I know, Princess, I know.”