How dare she flirt with those other men.
I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her as hard as I can. I hate her for enjoying this as much as she is, but no matter how rough I am, it only seems to spur her on. I’d say that maybe next time, I should go slow and easy on her, but I know better.
In the end, she comes first, clenching around me and letting out a cry she doesn’t even bother to try to stifle. I bite her neck, sucking hard on the skin, drinking her blood, as I keep fucking her, and I’m sure I’ve left a mark by the time I come deep inside of her.
I’m breathing hard, and I lean heavily against her until my cock starts to soften, then slips out of her along with some of my cum.
Pandora blinks at me slowly.
Then she says, “I’m not on birth control.”
I freeze. “What?”
After three seconds, she bursts out laughing. “Oh my god. The look on your face.”
I grit my teeth, slamming one of my hands against the wall right beside her head. “Fuck you, Pandora,” I snarl. “Don’t even joke about that shit!”
“Okay, but you didn’t stop to wrap it up either.” Pandora slowly lowers her leg and pulls her panties up, apparently unbothered by the cum.
“I wasn’t exactly planning on fucking you,” I mutter.
She ignores me. “Come by my dorm tomorrow so we can talk about Rachel. You know where it is, right? Since you were eavesdropping earlier.”
“How—” I begin, admitting my guilt without meaning to. “No, never fucking mind. Fine. I’ll be there around twelve, after class.”
Pandora grins slyly. “You know my class schedule, too? Youarea stalker.”
“I meant aftermyclass,” I tell her, but she’s not wrong. I did know that she’s done by noon, too.
I step back and tuck my cock away before pulling up my boxers and pants.
Pandora gets up on her toes to kiss my cheek. “I’m so happy you’re here, River. Revenge is so much better shared.”
I shake my head, but there’s nothing to say to that. “See you tomorrow, Pandora,” I say, turning my back on her. I half-expect to feel a knife between my shoulders, but she simply lets me go.
Good.
I need time to recalibrate, to think.
I need time away from her.
7
PANDORA
I open the door to my dorm suite, motioning River inside. “What dorm are you staying in, anyway? Not the cheap ones with the shared bathrooms, right?”
Before River can answer, I notice Sam glaring at me from the kitchenette. She’s still in her pajamas and bleary-eyed, like she only just woke up even though it’s noon.
Even her PJs are virgin white.
“Hey, Sammy!” I greet, waving. “Sam, this is River; River, this is Sam. My roommate.”
“It’s Samantha,” she corrects me, turning her disgusted gaze from me to River. “Get out.”
River arches a brow. “No,” he replies.
“No need to be rude, Sam,” I say with a grin. “River’s a childhood friend. He’s harmless.” I run my hand along River’s arm, squeezing his bicep.
