Five

Five

            Someone was watching me.

            I knew it wasn’t Billy or Giovani because they were both with Laura at her art history class. I was sitting in the library when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked across the way, and I saw Cesare talking to the librarian. He had leaned up against her desk like owned it, said something that made her laugh, and then she pointed in my direction.

            Damn it.

            I had spent all of freshman year worrying that he would find me again. Now, I was a junior, and he would be graduating in the spring. Of course, he would find me in his last year…

            My eighteen-year-old self would have given anything for him to notice me. But my twenty-year-old self knew better. Cesare Luna wasn’t the kind of guy that you wanted attention from. He was the kind of guy you thought you wanted attention from and then when you got it, you regretted it immediately.

            Cesare strode towards me like he was the master of the universe. He slid into the seat across from me. “Hello, Emillia.”

            I looked up from my book. “What do you want, Cesare?”

            “Do you know that whenever I fuck a girl, I take a picture of them?”

            I tried to keep my face neutral. “That’s gross.”

            He smirked. “I consider it art. Most girls usually ask me for copies. I oblige. I take pictures so that I never have someone trying to say that I got them pregnant when I didn’t. With a family like mine, you won’t believe the kind of things women try to pull.”

            “Are you implying I’m trying to pull something?”

            Cesare shook his head. He took out his wallet. Inside, where people normally kept their family photos, he took out a picture. He slid it across the table. It was me, sleeping soundly, half-naked with bed sheets covering me. I could see Cesare in the reflection of the mirror that was on the wall next to his bed.

            “Why did you lie, Leprotta?” he said.

            Italian for bunny. Like a tiny animal that could easily get caught in a hunter’s trap, which I definitely was. I blushed. “I….um…I…”

            “I know it wasn’t that I didn’t satisfy you. So why pretend that you didn’t know me?”

            “I was embarrassed,” I confessed, “and I didn’t really remember that night. I wasn’t sure what we’d done. It was the first time I’d gotten drunk. The first time I’d…”

            His eyes darkened. “I was your first?”

            I bit down on my lip. “Yes. You were my first.”

            He reached out and grabbed my arm. “Has there been anyone else?”

            I shook my head. “I have to keep my nose clean if I want to keep on going to school. My uncle pays for things. If I get into trouble, he won’t pay for it. I need my degree so I can get a good job after school and get away from my family.”

            Cesare licked his lips. “You snuck out on me. I remember. I wanted to come back for another taste, and when I woke up, you were gone before I could go back for seconds.”

            “I know,” I said, “because I know your reputation, Cesare. You don’t have girlfriends. You only do one-night stands. I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not going to be with someone again until I’m in a serious relationship. Maybe not even until I’m married.”

            “No boys,” he told me.

            I stiffened, aware that he still had my arm in his grip.

            “You heard me, Leprotta. You live with my sister. She’ll tell me if you’ve been naughty. You’re not going to fuck anyone else on this campus. If I find out that you have, I won’t be held responsible for the things that I do to them. You want to be fucked, you come to me.”

            I stared at Cesare. “You’re crazy. Anyway, I’m never going to want that.”

            His lips twitched into a smile. He took his hand that was holding my arm away and slid it underneath the table. I had worn a dress that day. A stupid choice on my part. My legs were firmly closed. He pushed his hand in between them.

            “Aperto,” he told me.

            Open.

            I bit down on my lip harder. We were in the middle of a library. There were people that could walk by and see. Not a lot, but it didn’t matter.

            Cesare locked eyes with me and the glint in them said there would be consequences if I didn’t do as told. Reluctantly, I opened my legs. Cesare cupped my pussy and stroked in between my panties.

            “Ah. Just as I suspected. A wet spot.” He grinned. “Keep on denying it, Princess. But I’ll get what I want. One way or another.”

            He pulled down my panties.

            “Cesare,” I whispered, “please….”

            He kept his gaze steadily on me as he put a finger in between my folds and started to stroke. My whole body tensed and I had to grip the chair and bite my lip to keep from crying out. I whimpered. He kept on stroking, and I could feel myself getting wet.

            Finally, he put his finger out. It was covered in my cum. He stuck it in his mouth and licked it. “Just as good as I remember.” He licked his lips. Then he pulled my panties down the rest of the way and tucked them in his pocket.

            “If you want these back, you know where to find me,” he told me.

            I actually didn’t have any idea where to find him. But I wasn’t about to say that. He got up and walked away, whistling. I hated him.