Chapter 1

POV Violet

I came back to Northern State with one crazy goal, and that is to make Cash Harlan obsessed with a girl who didn’t exist, and will never exist, then watch him destroy himself trying to have her by all means. Call me crazy but I do not care anymore, not after the humiliation that cost me everything. I had a plan that I must archive.

I entered the athlete dorm, I resumed late and had to swap rooms as it was better that tha last form that I was assigned to. It still smelled like sweat and lots bad of decisions. My key card beeped and I opened Room 314. The universe had a vicious sense of humor, my room was right next to his.

I didn’t even get the door open before I heard him, Jeez I hate this! Cash stepped out of 312 like he’d been waiting for me to open my door, he was on black joggers hanging off his hips, no shirt, abs showing, hair wet from the shower. Water trailed down the center of his chest and disappeared under the waistband, damn! he looked so attractive. Two years had made him bigger, meaner, and definitely sexier. Looking at him I could fuck him all night and not satisfied. The scar through his left eyebrow was still there. I wanted to put my mouth on it and make it bleed again. Then he saw me, his eyes locked on me and stayed there, he looked shocked

“Vi.”

My name in that voice still had the power to crawl under my skin, I was suppose to be here for revenge but why the hell was I having goosebumps all over my body, kept my face bored, trying hard to stay in character

“Have we met?”

He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You’re seriously doing this?”

“I don’t know you.” I dragged my gaze slowly down his body and back up, making sure he felt ievery bit of it. “But… you look like the type who thinks every girl on campus should remember him.” I said giving him a smirk. Something dark flashed in his eyes, he stepped closer to where I was, at this point, the hallway suddenly felt too small. I could smell his soap, still fresh, definitely feel the heat coming off his bare skin.

“You cut your hair,” he said, his voice lower than before

“I did a lot of things after you decided I was toxic.”

His tightened his jaw, Good! That was exactly how I wanted him to react.

I slipped past him into my room, but he caught the door with his hand before it closed. We stood there, inches apart, the wood between us the only thing keeping this from turning physical.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“No baby boy. We needed to talk two years ago. Now we need you to move your hand. I need get some rest.”

But he didn’t, he’s eyes dropped to my mouth. For one insane second I thought he was going to kiss me right there in the hallway and trust I wasn’t going to back out, instead he leaned in until his lips almost brushed my ear, he still good, the years did not change his game.

“You’ve got sharper teeth now, Reyes. Careful. I bite back.”

I smiled, this time around, slow and mean. “I’m counting on it Cash.”

Then I shut the door in his face, not wanting to ruin what I had just started. My body gave me in, my pulse was a total mess as it was beating too fast for for me who claimed to have moved on. Clearly I haven’t!. I leaned against the wood and listened to him stand there for a long time before he finally decided to go into his room. The wall we shared was thin enough that I heard him curse under his breath, before laying on his bed, the bed creak when he sat down hard.

I pulled the black lace mask out of my bag and stared at it. I cheacked my watch, I still had time.

Tonight Cash had booked Raven for two private hours at The Den. He still had no idea the girl he’d been paying to grind on him for the last six weeks was the same one he’d once thrown away.

I changed slowly to my work clothes as time was going faster than usual tonight, my tiny black lace that barely covered my nipples, it stood strong at any given moment, Matching bottoms that sat high on my hips, i put on my stockings and finally the mask that turned me into someone with power, power to make the men at the Den come in for more. When I looked in the mirror, Violet was gone, and only Raven stared back with a cold, expensive, and ready to collect taste.

I left through the back stairwell totally avoiding anything that could make me see Cash.

The Den was already full when I arrived, the red lights shone brightly, it always smell of expensive cologne. The private room smelled like leather and sin, my call to place, I stepped inside, rolled my neck, and waited.

Cash walked in almost eleven minutes later. Fresh black shirt, that same cologne from earlier. His eyes found me and went heavy instantly, I know that need, it’s been there since the past weeks.

He sat on the couch like a king, soread his legs, already hard in his jeans.

I didn’t speak much, Raven doesn’t speak much, she acts. I climbed into his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and rolled my hips once. A perfect slow, filthy, and deliberate act. His breathing changed, the house rules said no touching unless I allowed it and tonight I allowed a little.

I took his hands and put them on my waist.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I leaned down until my masked lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You always this desperate, Mr. Ice King? Or is it just me?”

His fingers dug into my skin, I ground down harder, feeling every thick inch of him through the lace. He was throbbing hard and I was soaked. The hate I had for him and the want I needed so bad tangled so tight I couldn’t tell which one was winning.

I wasn’t done yet, i rode the ridge of his cock in slow circles, never giving him enough friction and making him chase it. His head dropped back against the couch. One of his hands slid up my ribs and stopped just under my breast, as if waiting for permission to go further.

I gave it.

He groaned when his palm filled with me, cupping my breast like he’s been wanting this for years, his thumb dragged over my nipple through the lace and my whole body clenched. I was supposed to be in control, to be the one doing the destroying, but the way he touched me hungry, almost reverent made my thighs shake.

“Take the mask off,” he rasped, pulling me further into his body.

“No.”

“I want to see your face when you come.”

I laughed, breathless and mean, and rolled my hips harder. “You don’t get to see me come. You get to sit there and suffer.”

I pulled his hand between my legs, letting him feel how wet the lace already was. He cursed under his breath, his curse was broken and filthy. I used his fingers like they belonged to me rubbing, pressing, denying. Every time he got close to slipping under the fabric I moved his hand away. I knew his control was cracking. I could feel it, and that’s exactly what I wanted.

When I finally stood up and stepped back, he looked wrecked. Chest heaving. Cock straining against his zipper, his eyes black with need.

I leaned down one last time, lips almost touching his.

“Same time tomorrow, Captain. Try not to come in your pants thinking about me.”

Then I walked out and left him there, hard and ruined as always. I made it all the way back to the dorm on shaking legs. The second I opened my door and pulled down my soaked bottoms, a fist knocked hard on the other side of the shared wall.

Cash’s voice came through, rough, low and needy.

“Vi. Open the door. Now.”

I stared at the thin wall separating us, still wet between my thighs, mask burning a hole in my bag, and smiled.

This was only the beginning.