Save You

Theron’s Point of View

One thing I liked about being in trapped in this library with Eden was how much I get to enjoy her scent.

She smelled so sweet like a drug…sweet…milky… and perfect; sitting so close to her made it even worse—intoxicating and addicting as it ate at my self-control. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to savor it more intensely; but the more I breathe her in, the more I struggled with the urge to grab her hair so hard her scalp bleeds.

Force her to her knees, and fill up her disrespectful little mouth with my dick, shoving it so far back her throat, until tears streams down her cheeks.

I want her to gag around me, while I listen to the choking sound as she struggles to take me in—I wonder what kind of look she would make.

Fuck. I felt my cock tightened.

“Don’t make assumptions,” Eden gritted through clenched teeth as she glared back at me. “Thorne might be a lot of things, but he is certainly not a cheat.”

The rain began to let down, as disappointed as that makes me, I figured maybe it is for the better, the longer I spend around her, the more aggressive I got.

“Seems like you trust your boyfriend so much,” I muttered slipping my hands inside my pockets, getting up from the bench. “But do you trust him as a man? For all we know, right now, he could be balls deep inside another woman.”

She shook her head, and I took a taunting step forward.

“One who isn’t a virgin.”

I took another step.

“One who spread her legs, while he fucks her raw without any hesitation.”

Another step.

“He is probably crying with need for another woman, as he cummed hard and deep inside her.”

She stiffened with irritation, her hands clutched tightly against the bag strap, but then the fear in her eyes suddenly shifted, becoming something much darker and unforgiving.

“Theron,” She called me, her voice a low growl, and I felt my heart lifted.

This was the very first time she ever used my first name, the very first time she was looking at me with such seriousness—even though I was ignoring the shimmering hatred lying inside her eyes.

God, she was so fucking hot.

Her attitude thickened, and it was things like this that gets me going.

“This will be the first and the last time, I will let you speak bad about my boyfriend.” She threatened, and I fought back the smirk that threatened to form on my face. I liked her possessiveness, the way her eyes narrowed without faltering when she was serious.

Makes me want to grab her, slam her against the wall, while I take her plump lips in mine until it’s swollen—I wanted to explore her mouth, wondering if her lips taste like berries.

Tempting, but I don’t do it.

“I don’t want to be friends with you, I don’t like you, and I don’t want to talk to you, ever again.”

She grabbed open the door, and then left.

I stood still, my heart racing from excitement, no one had ever threatened me with such violent hatred before—it was so hot, that I felt my dick hardened even more.

I can’t wait until I am buried balls deep inside her with that attitude, fucking out every single memory she has of Thorne.

Maybe coming to this school wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, Eden was enough entertainment to keep me going for the next eight months.

“I’m sorry, brother,” I muttered underneath my breath. “I think your girl belongs to me now.”

I followed her.

She didn’t know though.

I drove my car slowly keeping a safe distance, far away to stay hidden, but close enough to keep eyes on her. I needed to be sure she would be alright, she was an attractive young woman, and the evening had settled quickly.

Anything could happen.

A ‘normal’ person would accuse me of stalking, but it’s only a crime, and only inappropriate if you’re caught—And that is why I would never get caught.

She didn’t take the bus, instead she followed another route, clutching her bags tightly as she walked, her shoes soaking up on the rain on the ground. I would have offered to drive her home, but then she would never allow me.

“So, this is where you live Eden.” I muttered, my lips tugging up in satisfaction. “I guess we are not strangers anymore.”

****

“Guess who spent the entire evening with your girlfriend.” I texted Thorne, and even sent him a picture, one I took of Eden walking home.

“You fucking nutjob.” I could almost hear him, oh I am going to fucking enjoy this. “Are you fucking stalking her?”

I laughed, and sent him some emojis.

“I will tell father about this.”

“You bet on her virginity with your friends.” I accused; I know what I heard while they were walking down from the chemistry lab. “I wonder how she was going to feel about it, you sexually frustrated little bastard.”

“It doesn’t concern you, what I choose to do with my girlfriend.” He snapped. “And even if you tell her, I’m sure she won’t believe you.”

He was right about that; his message came in again.

“Eden loves me.”

My jaw tightened, because that much was also true, Eden loved him stupidly, and unless there is a ground breaking evidence, she won’t believe me—and the last thing I want to do is look stupid in front of her.

Which means, I don't have a choice, but to do it.

I shouldn’t do this.

I know I shouldn’t.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, dear brother.”

I had promised father that I was going to be rational, and aside for the hatred I had for my brother--I knew this was more than the hatred I had for Thorne.

Ever since I have been involved with this Eden girl, I have been losing control of myself.

Stalking.

Obsessing.

And now, I am considering breaking into Thorne’s phone, I learned a few tricks while I was in the correctional facilities, locked up with boys with even more fucked up minds than mine.

I want to prove to her how rotten Thorne is—

I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she finds out that her loving, sexually frustrated boyfriend, is getting a lot of sex from her sister; Evangeline.

“Don’t worry, Eden. I am going to save you.”