Page 7 of Heartless Sinner

I could barely breathe as I stood there and stared at his back.

Once upon a time, being a Fawn had been my dream.

Now, it was my worst nightmare.

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Brooks

My cock strained against my pants as I walked away from the greenhouse. I adjusted myself, trying to calm it down. It didn’t cooperate.

Pinning Daphne against the wall had made me want to fuck her right there.

But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Control, Brooks.

It was something I usually had plenty of until Daphne was around.

I dropped onto a bench in the courtyard and stretched my legs out, waiting while she fought with the gum tangled in her hair. I popped another piece in my mouth.

A First Benefactor had donated this bench. Some billionaire who’d also been a major player in the ’90s opioid epidemic. Saint Vale loved honoring their monsters.

The university sat tucked away in Westchester, New York, far from the public eye. A cloister wall hid the world beyond Saint Vale.

That was intentional.

Keep outsiders away. Keep our secrets in.

Ivy crawled over the ancient stone, making the place look peaceful.

What a fucking lie.

After a minute of fighting with the gum, Daphne gave up and stomped toward the dorms.

I waited until she disappeared from my sight, then headed toward my private entrance into the building.

My phone vibrated when I reached the door. I dug it from my pocket to find a text.

Enzo: We have a problem, you goddamn procrastinator.

Before I could reply, another text came through.

Enzo: I’m walking Blair back to my dorm and will be at yours in 15. Be there, motherfucker.

The asshole had become demanding lately.

I headed down the corridor leading to my private wing. Being the president’s son had its perks.

A private dorm was one of them. No one but me and a select few people had access.

Two Secret Service agents were outside my room.

Philip leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone.

Bruce stood by my door, his black boot braced against it. He stared down the corridor, expression blank, like protecting me was draining his soul.

It wasn’t like they had to do much. I ditched my detail whenever possible.