Over the course of a single night, Nash had lost four more Steel Phoenixes. Four brothers. Four friends. Four coworkers. The club had been hit during a delivery again, and although they’d taken out one of their attackers, there was no way to make up for the loss of four good guys who were just doing their job. When Nash had heard about the incident, he’d punched a hole in his apartment’s wall, adding to the line he’d cultivated since he started working this gig. In a way, their deaths were on him. His leads weren’t panning out. He’d been loitering around that fucking college campus for almost three months now, chasing fruitless ventures and winding up with nothing.

 

The only good thing to come out of his time on campus was Eliza, and more specifically, what was between her legs. He hadn’t meant to fuck her the night he went to her apartment, but at the time, it had been clear that she was uncomfortable with him there and didn’t know what to do with him once he walked through the front door. Meek. Timid. The perfect creature for a guy like Nash, whose tastes ran a little darker than the standard vanilla, to mold to fit his needs. They’d screwed a few more times since then in the two weeks that followed, usually at night after hours of “studying”—and while he was ashamed to say it, he used her body to get out some of his frustrations.

 

If he’d known she was a virgin, he wouldn’t have touched her at all. Virgins required delicate handling, and she had no idea what she was actually getting into by spreading her legs for Nash, but the deed was done now. He’d had her. Tasted her. Claimed her. That shy thing was his to play with now…his to use to distract himself from his failings. And he intended to make good use of her. Hell, he’d earned the use of her, all those weeks of listening to her talk about her classes and the weather when all he wanted were those gorgeous lips wrapped around his dick.

 

And he had every intention of using her today. Nearly blind with rage and grief, he’d driven recklessly to campus. He had to be there. He had to keep working, but he needed to get all the emotions out of him before he started. When he was in a better state of mind, Nash planned on turning his attention to the school administration. Sure, most were uptight fuckers in fancy suits and upturned noses, but they were among the last leads he had.

 

But first, he had needs to take care of.

 

Eliza was waiting for him by the parking lot. All he’d said was that he was on his way to campus and she offered to meet him there. Submissive energy radiated from her, but he’d always known that, and just the sight of her made his cock stir. After shutting the car down, he slammed his door shut and stalked over to her, his vision clouding with lust. It had been smart to choose her to be his cover while he was at Blackwoods University. Now that she was pliant, she’d be able to help him in more ways than one.

 

“Hey,” she greeted brightly, dressed in a long blue jacket and nylon black tights. He figured she had a dress on under there, which would make what he planned to do easier. “How’s it going?”

 

“Come here,” Nash ordered, the command a guttural growl. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrist and tugged her in the opposite direction to where they’d usually go. Away from the library, from the academic buildings. Away from the masses of student. Nash walked her, half-dragged her, to the quieter side of the sprawling grounds, to where it was primarily an open field and wooded hills. Benches were scattered throughout for students to study at when the weather was nicer. While it was unseasonably warm for November, it was cool and cloudy enough to keep the majority of the student population away. He saw a few smokers on benches, briefly reminding him that he was itching for a cigarette, before pulling Eliza deeper into the woods.

 

“Are you okay?” she asked, her breath heavy as she stumbled after him. “What’s wrong? Nash?”

 

He clenched his jaw, remembering how she’d cried out his name while he fucked her on her kitchen counter the other night. Hearing her say it, cry it, was fucking ecstasy, but he would have preferred her to call him something else.

 

But he couldn’t let it go that far. She was just a temporary distraction. A gorgeous, pliable, submissive distraction, who’d look great with a gag and her arms tied to his bedposts…

 

Fuck.

 

Without a word, Nash shoved her back against one of the thick tree trunks, enjoying the way she let out a little shocked puff of air. She was so accepting when he kissed her, his tongue easily parting her lips and delving into her mouth. It was a hard kiss, hard and fast and commanding, like his word was the law—and it was. His word was always law when it came to this kind of thing, and it surprised him just how easily Eliza fell into his world.

 

Her small hands smoothed up his chest, cupping his face, stroking his stubble. He wanted to snatch them up and pin them above her head, but he already had dark enough plans for her. One step at a time, naturally.

 

While he rubbed her through her clothes, her nylon tights and plain boring underwear, he knew he’d find her wet and ready for him. She always was. Maybe it was the inexperience. Maybe she was just really hot for him. Whatever the reason was, Nash found he didn’t have to work too hard to get Eliza where he wanted her. It was a boost to his already sky-high confidence. If he actually kept this up, became a little more serious sexually with her, he’d run her through the full gauntlet of his foreplay arsenal. For now, toying with her sensitive bud at the helm of her sex was enough.

 

A part of him really wanted to force her on her knees so he could fuck her face. It’d be the perfect stress reliever, having her like that, using her like that, but she didn’t deserve to be handled like that. She wasn’t technically his by any means—which meant he’d go easier on her, but not by much.

 

He tore himself away with some difficulty, his body missing the way hers fit so neatly against him. While she breathed heavily, her face flushed and her eyes wide, he kept himself in control. Sure, his cock was all but chomping at the bit to get out of his pants, but the rest of his demeanor was collected, calm, aloof even.

 

“You see that bench,” he said, nodding to the small two-person bench. When she swallowed noticeably and nodded, he cocked his head to the side. “Bend yourself over it. Hips against the backrest, palms on the seat.”

 

For a moment, he wondered if she’d comply. Eliza had been fine letting him guide her during their previous encounters, perhaps because she knew she was woefully out of her depth with him, but she’d been getting better. She was a fast learner.

 

Finally, she licked her lips and moved forward, her steps uncertain. He watched as she paused at the bench, then bent herself over it just as he instructed. Nash swallowed his groan, and then he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and retrieved the condom.

 

“Stay just like that until I’m done with you,” he ordered, coming up behind her and running his hand over her arched back, then down her perky ass. She moaned softly when he delved between her legs again, rubbing her, and Nash almost grinned as she ground her hips against his hand. Impatient little thing.

 

After sheathing himself in the condom, his jeans still on. Minimal exposure. He might have been fucking her in a semi-public place, but he wasn’t giving anyone a good look at him in the process. Her, on the other hand…

 

Without asking, he dragged her long coat up, along with the dress underneath, so that the fabric sat bunched on her hips. Nash then yanked her tights down, careful not to rip the nylon, followed by her underwear. She gasped, fully exposed, and tried to stand up, but he held her in place with a firm hand on her back. She was here to fulfill a purpose, to get rid of all the fucking tension wound so tight in his body that he wanted to scream. Her comfort was important to him in some aspects, but he also wanted to fuck her as he saw fit.

 

Just as he thought, her pussy practically glistened for him, so fucking wet that he could probably ram himself into her with no problems. Still, he tested her first with his fingers, just to be sure. When he pulled back, two fingers coated in her juices, he stroked himself a few times then thrust into her. Slowly. He would have liked to fuck her hard and fast from the get-go, but she was still new to all this. Eliza gave a cry, then probably remembered where she was and quieted down. Her legs shifted open a little wider as he took her, his cock filling her tight hole, right until his hips touched the backs of her thighs.

 

Perfection. This was exactly what he needed. One hand on her hip, the other on her delicate shoulder, he took her slowly at first, not pulling out as much as he would have liked until she relaxed a little. It was their first time fucking like this, and he didn’t want it to be their last because he hurt her. When she seemed to settle a little, he finally let himself go, let himself fuck the emotion out of his brain. To her credit, she made very little noise, probably scared the groups they’d passed on their way along the trail would hear her, and Nash took that as a personal challenge.

 

His thrusts became harder, both hands on her hips as he slammed into her. All his frustration, his anger, his sadness…he put it all into that moment, using her sweet, little body as the perfect release. He didn’t give a fuck that she might be missing class time, study time, library time. In that moment, she truly was his, mind and body, and he made use of that right until the very end.

 

Not wanting to be a totally selfish asshole, he reached around her at one point to play with her clit, sending her body crashing over the edge with ease. She clenched around him, her legs trembling, and he added the sting of a light smack to her pleasure. This time she cried out, and he grinned, feeling successful, as if he’d accomplished something.

 

As her body sagged over the bench, her elbows buckling and face going down, Nash’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing sharper and harder as he climbed to the peak of his climax. Clinching his jaw, he spilled himself into the condom, grinding against her ass as he rode out the last of his pleasure. For one blissful moment, everything went blank. His mind was empty, his worries about the club and his dead friends and the stolen coke gone. Only for a moment, but it was a pretty fucking great moment.

 

When the moment disappeared and reality came hurdling back toward him, he eased out of Eliza and tugged off the condom. She stayed bent over the bench, much to his surprise, until he gently told her to stand up. That little moment actually made his cock start to stir again, but he suppressed the urge, too spent to even consider another round.

 

“You want to grab a bite to eat?” he asked once she’d finished sorting her clothing out, her hands moving shakily across her body to make sure everything was where it should be. Eliza looked to him with raised eyebrows, her expression shocked. He shrugged, pleased to have such an effect on her. “I could go for a burger. You busy? Do you have class?”

 

She hesitated again, but for a shorter moment. Blinking fast, she shook her head and readjusted her coat one last time, the sweetest of grins etched across her lips. “No…a burger sounds great, actually.”

 

“My treat,” he offered. After all, she had just let him fuck her where everyone could see. She deserved a little reward for being so brave.

 

Brave Eliza.

 

What an interesting turn of events.