Malice

“You’re fucking up, Mallory,” he cuts me off.

I’m not going to let him threaten me, though. I’m not scared of him.

“That he was there first,” I hiss, finishing what I’d pla

Saint’s jaw clenches beneath his bronze skin. “You make me sick.”

“Yeah, well your obsessive, possessive behavior makes me sick,” I hiss. “I’m not your toy, Saint. Not anymore. Go fuck up someone else’s life.”

I push from the wall to swim for the ladder, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. I slam into his chest and his arms snake around my waist. Before I can utter a word of protest, he drops his head and steals my breath with a kiss.

My arms wrap around his neck on their own accord. He’s treading water, holding us both up as his tongue sweeps into my mouth and his hands drop down to palm my ass and push my hips forward into his. His dick is slowly hardening and pressing against me, and my head is spi

I want to wrap my legs around his waist and grind against his erection until I come. I want to dig my fingernails into his skin and hear my name on his lips. There’s so much I want from Saint-Fucking-Angelle, and it leaves me breathless and on fire.

I sense someone watching us before I hear the tell-tale sound of a throat clearing. Saint doesn’t stop kissing me, so I wrench my face away from him to look up.

I go still when my eyes co

He’s standing at the edge of the pool, staring down at us in clear disgust.

Shit, how do I explain this? Saint’s hands are still on my ass, groping my flesh, and I’m too stu

“Liam, what are you—”

“Campus police started doing rounds in here every 90 minutes or so,” he says through gritted teeth. “I wanted to let you know to curb your breaking and entering. What else you decide you want to do is entirely up to you.”

He storms off, and I can’t chase him because Saint is still wrapped around me and clearly has no intention of letting me go. I turn my eyes back to meet his, and I’m not surprised to see he’s wearing a shit-eating smirk.

I grind my teeth, fury making my breath puff out in shallow gasps. “I thought you said he had to go home.”

“I lied.” He shrugs easily. “I’m not above being a hypocrite when your pussy’s involved, Mallory.”

I can’t believe it. I ca

“Does it really bother you that much that he saw us?” he asks, his voice tinged with cruel delight.

I whirl around to face him, wrapping the towel around my body.

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” I shout before realizing that turning around was a mistake. He’s soaked and shirtless, and his bulge is clear and thick against his blue swim trunks. My anger battles it out with my libido for dominance as I stare at him.

He shrugs. “It’s my birthday week. I’m entitled to get what I want.”

Entitled. That’s the fucking truth, isn’t it? He’s an entitled prick who ruins lives because it’s fun for him. He doesn’t give a shit who he hurts or what he destroys, so long as he gets his way.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” I snap. “Me?”

He doesn’t respond. Only smirks.

I can’t stand the sight of him anymore. If I stay in his presence one second longer, I’ll lose my goddamn mind and try to drown him, I swear to God I will.

Gathering up my things, I give him my back and storm toward the door. Just before I push out into the hallway, however, his voice stops me.

“You’re not going to want to miss history class tomorrow.”

I frown, having no idea what the hell that means, but I’m not sticking around to ask him.