Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 85

William

I can't calm down.

I'm back in my room, but nothing is the same. My world has been turned upside down, and frustration is running loose within my blood.

I rake my fingers through my dark hair and snarl. That little weasel kissed me, and then... Then she kicked me in the balls!

Rebecca Smith.

Innocent-looking, but her sweet face is a lie to the world! She is evil, and no one can change my opinion on that!

We will be enemies forever!

I can't believe how she fooled me. Rebecca disarmed me with a kiss. Her lips flirted with mine. Her tongue cajoled me. I was lost in her before she went in for the kill and kicked me! Damn it!

I'm so mad I could kill someone, but here is the most messed up part: my c**k is stiff!

I have a hard-on for Rebecca, my enemy, and past nanny!

Am I insane?!

This is the cruelest joke of the freaking century!

WHY HER?!

WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING ABOUT HER?!

WHY IS IT REBECCA SMITH, OF ALL PEOPLE, THAT GETS MY BLOOD PUMPING?!

GAH!

My head needs to be evaluated because I refuse to rub one out while thinking of that psychopath!

How do you go from kissing someone to kicking them in the balls?! Explain that to me!! Those eyes belonging to that she-devil are so angelic and charming. Her lips tasted like an addiction...

But the woman is a goddamn monster!

My roommate Chuck steps through the doorframe and lifts his eyebrows at the visible bulge in my boxers. "Oh... I can come back."

I narrow my eyes from my bed and snap at him. "What do you mean by saying you can come back, huh?!"

I dare him to say it. I'm so hot and angered that I could snap off his neck instantly. It would probably help me release some steam.

Who the heck cares if it counts as murder? I'm angry, and I'm ready to lash out at the entire world!

"Well..." Chuck stifles a laugh, but I can see his lips twitching. What a traitor of a friend. "You obviously need to take care of... That. But I'm pretty confused about why you're even here in the first place. I thought you were inside some woman by now." Woah, Woah, Woah. Hold on. Is Chuck mocking me?!

I eye him like a hawk. "What do you mean by saying you thought I was inside some woman by now?"

He chuckles while putting on some clothes. "Nothing... It's just that you always leave a party in the company of a woman. I'm surprised you're sleeping home tonight. Alone."

I repress the urge to hiss. "Are you calling me a manwhore?"

Chuck scratches his head before disappearing into a neatly folded t-shirt on his bed. The bastard is the type that keeps everything in order.

"I didn't say that."

"No, but you implied it."

He breathes a laugh. "Look, it's none of my business what you do, who you do or don't do. I was simply trying to be polite by asking if I should leave you alone, which I will do anyway. Ethan and I are going to grab a late-night pizza..." he hesitates. "Do you want to come?"

I'm shaking from rage, and Chuck is inviting me to grab some pizza?

Seriously?

Do I look inviting or something?

I study Chuck in silence. He has been trying to make friends with me since I moved here. We are on the same football team, but I'm unwilling to make friends. I'm a lone wolf and don't need anyone.

Friends and relationships aren't necessary. You can't trust anyone. I've read enough minds to figure that out.

"No," I tell him. "I will stay at home."

He sighs but doesn't argue. "Suit yourself."

Chuck waddles out of the room, and I pull my blanket over my body to hide my raging erection.

As soon as I hear my roommates leave the building, I start to talk with myself because, let's face it: I'm going insane.

"I don't understand!" I groan in frustration at the ceiling. "Rebecca isn't even my type... She is small and fragile... Delicate and-"

I see Rebecca's unwavering eyes within my mind. Despite her tiny stature, she is a proud woman, and I snarl when I remember how she kissed me. How she tasted at the tip of my tongue.

She pressed against me and unconsciously touched my pecs with that searching hand. She even moaned into my mouth upon feeling me up!

Was she aware of what she was doing?

Rebecca definitely carried a scent of arousal. She might not LIKE me, but her body WANTED me.

And when she kissed me, I wanted her too.

"f**k!"

I turn to face the wall and grab my thick angry c**k. It's veiny and already leaking precum. It won't take much work. These days women hardly interest me, but I'm rock-hard for Rebecca. Why?

I don't understand.

At the beginning of my dating career, I had energy. I did anything and a little extra to make a woman reach her o****m. But as I grew popular, I became lazy and let the women please me. I can't remember when I last was interested in f*****g someone and giving them everything.

But as soon as I think about Rebecca, my mind goes on a trip. I would love to tie her up in my bed. Spread her legs apart and deliver slow, tantalizing pleasure to her p***y.

I wouldn't let her come right away. No, I would listen to her pleads and desperate begging. Torture her until she is writhing and screaming at me to go down on her again. She would have to say my name, and only then would I give it to her-anything she wants.

I jerk my hand faster. The muscles along my inner thigh draw tight, and I groan when I finally reach my release. Sticky goo spills out over my chiseled abs, and I'm panting. Holy s**t, what is wrong with me?

I run my fingers through my hair and notice that I'm shaking.

I needed to c*m so badly, and I can't believe I did it while thinking about Rebecca. I don't even like her!

She is the enemy, but I've never had hate s*x before. Hot, sweaty, angry s*x with that woman would be good.

Rebecca pinned underneath my larger body, unable to flee.

Hmm... I could leave her weak and panting for more, then ditch her. It would be an exciting way to get back at her for kicking me in the balls and leaving me to die in that forest. I like this plan more and more. Rebecca doesn't know this yet, but I'm coming for her, and I always get what I want. Always.