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I couldn’t make a fucking move without his permission.

My tuition was already paid for, thanks to my football scholarship. My clothing and fraternity dues were paid, too, since those were practically campaign expenses for my father. The senator’s constituents apparently got off on seeing his namesake, starting kicker for the Demere Blues’ Division One football team, at campaign events.

But he’d revoked my allowance, repossessed my car, and made my friends replace me in the killer off-campus house we’d arranged for our senior year. Which meant I was now stuck with the shitty housing my scholarship covered—a shared double in Whitman.

I wished I could blame him for the room assignment I’d gotten, but it was my dumb luck and the school’s policy of keeping upperclassmen together that I’d been assigned the actual roommate from hell.

Your mother and I believe you should focus a little more on your law school applications, Bett, and a little less on showing off for your friends.

Remembering my father’s red face and cold anger, his lies—my grades were perfect, for fuck’s sake, and my mother hadn’t been allowed to have an opinion in years—made my blood boil. Which only amplified my rage over the continued sound of Elliot Vaughn turning someone else inside out not three feet away from me… and the horrifying realization that I was more aroused than I’d been in months at the sound of it.

I hadn’t even seen the girl he’d brought home. So why was I hot for her?

Was I jealous?

Did I wish I were the one feeding my cock into a woman’s wet mouth right now?

I tried to imagine Arden’s lips wrapped around my dick, but the image disintegrated when Vaughn’s drugging voice demanded my attention again.

“You focus on me and nothing else, understand? Look at me while you choke on my cock. That’s it, baby. You know exactly who’s in control right now.”

Fuck.

My eyes flew open, and against my will, my gaze traveled across the room, trying to make sense of the shifting shadows in the darkness.

I still couldn’t make myself imagine Arden, but I suddenly had no problem picturing my roommate’s big, work-rough hand wrapped around the back of a woman’s head while he pressed his dick deeper into her throat.

“That’s it. You wanna be my good girl,” he murmured. “Touch yourself for me, baby. Make yourself come.”

The gagging sound from the other side of the room and the resulting groan from Vaughn made my balls tighten. His voice got rougher, more demanding. I found myself holding my breath, straining to hear every word, every sound, even as shame burned in my chest like acid.

After everything that had happened with my father, the humiliation of this was more than I could take. How dare he make me feel like a voyeur by bringing someone back to our room while I was here?

I thought longingly of my friends’ rental house, where I’d spent the past few weeks of preseason training, squatting in the room that was supposed to be mine.

But those thoughts only made me angrier.

Now the semester was starting, and their new housemate had arrived. So I was forced to sleep in this too-narrow bed. With a too-loud, too-rude jackass just feet away. With my too-hard dick pulsing under the covers.

Asshole.

“That’s right,” Vaughn murmured, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now, something that made my stomach clench. “You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, you are. Let go for me, darlin’.”

The girl’s cry when she finally came was soft, nearly drowned out by Vaughn’s rough intake of breath and jagged groan. But somehow, that only made it more hot. I had to press my face into my pillow to muffle the sound that tried to escape my throat as I reached down and strangled my cock with my fingers to keep from coming.

Silence fell like a curtain, broken only by quiet murmurs and the rustle of sheets. I lay there, rigid with my cock leaking, waiting for them to leave. Waiting for this nightmare to end so I could pretend it had never happened.

Instead, I heard the soft sound of footsteps and then Vaughn’s voice again, closer to my side of the room.

“Sleep tight, princess,” he said, just loud enough for me to hear. “Sweet dreams.”

He wasn’t talking to the girl. She was already sitting up, getting dressed.

The fucker was talking to me. Maybe had been the whole time.

Provoking me. Taunting me. Just as he had earlier, when I’d first pushed my way into the shitty room… and realized I was sharing it with a guy everyone on campus knew was a lowlife jackass.

“Well, well. We’re gonna be roomies, Golden Boy?” He’d traced the pad of one callused thumb across his lower lip, showing off his smirk. “This is my lucky day.”