Irene’s POV

I stumbled as Vincent pushed me into the room.

"Hey! Just because I don't want to go home and get chased around by Joanna with a knife doesn't mean I'm here for you to fuck!"

I shoved Vincent hard.

Vincent's lips curved into a teasing smile as he approached me step by step, as if toying with a kitten.

"You got good grades and should be happy, yet you're hiding from Joanna. Afraid her father will be angry?" Vincent's smile widened.

I rolled my eyes. "My business is none of yours. Get out, I need to sleep."

Vincent backed me into a corner, looking down at me.

Damn it, why was this man so tall?

I glared back at him defiantly.

"Interesting. I've seen girls who followed their mothers into marrying into wealthy families—either timid and submissive, or only knowing how to swipe credit cards. You're the first one I've met who actually studies seriously." Vincent propped one hand against the wall beside my head.

I frowned. "I'll do whatever I want. You're just my ex-boyfriend's uncle, so don't meddle too much... Ah!"

Vincent wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me hard against him. I was pressed tight against his pecs, his abs, and...

"Could you please control your dick?" I pushed at him impatiently.

"Heh..." Vincent's hand slid from my waist up my back. "Aren't you afraid I'll make trouble for you if I get angry?"

I pushed at him. "You already are trouble."

Vincent's beautiful green eyes fixed on me. "You can't avoid going home forever, can you?"

I pouted. "I told Gina I'm moving into the dorms starting next week."

Vincent lowered his head and nipped at my nose. "Why not come live at your uncle's place..."

I covered my nose and dodged back. "No way."

I ducked under his arm and bolted for the bedroom, planning to lock the door.

But the man grabbed my arm and hoisted me up.

"Trying to run? Come, let uncle take good care of you."

The wide couch held two people cramped together. I was practically folded in half, my knees pressed near my ears. Vincent gripped the backs of my thighs and thrust hard.

"Don't know... why... every time I see you... I just want... to fuck you." Vincent punctuated each phrase with a thrust.

I bit my lip hard, could only grip the couch cushions tightly, enduring the waves of pleasure.

"Hey... you're enjoying it too, aren't you?" Vincent lowered his head and kissed my furrowed brow.

I glared at him through tears. "You forced me."

Vincent burst out laughing, released my thighs, gripped my waist instead, and thrust even harder.

I screamed, my lower body nearly suspended in the air. My entire body was connected to him only through my vagina, my ass turning red from the slapping of his balls.

"You can move into the dorms," Vincent suddenly said, raising his hand to push back his sweat-dampened hair, revealing his handsome forehead. "But when I want you, you come to my room."

My ears were ringing, I couldn't hear anything clearly. My body convulsed involuntarily, clenching tight around Vincent's cock.

"Hiss..." He narrowed his eyes.

I couldn't help but arch my head back, reaching climax.

Moving into the dorms wasn't difficult. Gina seemed to realize that if Joanna and I continued sharing the same space, someone might end up dead. She signed off readily.

Even at this prep school, dorm rooms were doubles. I carried a single small bag as I walked into my dorm.

"Hey, you must be my new roommate." A girl with red curls looked at me with a bright smile. "I'm Anna, Anna Scott."

"Irene Perot." I smiled and extended my hand, clasping her pretty, delicate one.

Thank God, my roommate was a cute, normal person.

Unlike Joanna's queen-like demeanor, Anna was more like a happy little princess. Every day, besides romancing her boyfriend, she focused on her makeup.

As for studying? Anna's dad told her she just needed to make it to graduation.

I had to admit, sometimes I envied Anna—everyone loved her.

"Dear Irene, you should have a passionate romance. The mutual testing, push and pull, suspicion, sweetness and bitterness—that's what youth is all about." Anna not only loved being in relationships herself, she was passionate about getting others into them too.

I tilted my head, thinking. Romance... like the one with Henry?

Meeting, chatting, holding hands, kissing... but thinking carefully, we never truly understood each other.

The Henry I knew was a noble little prince, pampered by his family, born with chivalrous spirit, but had never accomplished anything on his own.

The me Henry knew was sweet, kind, considerate, knew when to back down, wouldn't even have sex before marriage—basically a saint.

"Maybe... I'm not really cut out for romance." I laughed self-deprecatingly.

Studying, fighting, reading people—these were all things I could accomplish through my own effort.

But romance required two people to work together. If the other person didn't cooperate, I couldn't make it happen alone.

"Even if you don't have romance, you should at least taste what sex is like." Anna said this completely seriously.

My eyes widened as this girl, sweet and adorable as a strawberry cake, described in detail her perfect sex life with her college boyfriend.

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind—Vincent with his shirt open, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs.

When he fucked, he liked to bite his own lip, eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were solving a problem rather than fucking a person.

And he loved to bite too much—every time he left bite marks all over my body, deep and shallow.

"Are you even listening to me?" Anna, dissatisfied with my wandering attention, slapped the bed.

I smiled and nodded. "I'm listening. I was just thinking that if it feels this good, I should find myself a muscular hunk to properly enjoy it."

Anna smiled triumphantly. "I can have my boyfriend introduce you to someone."

I was about to casually agree when my phone buzzed.

Looking down, it was Vincent.

【Big Devil】

Come to my room.

【Big Devil】

Within half an hour. I know you saw the message.

"What's wrong? What happened? You look awful." Anna looked at me with concern.

I put on a sweet smile. "It's just a professor asking me to revise an assignment."

Anna made a disgusted face. "I hate revising assignments."

I nodded in agreement. I wanted to pretend I hadn't seen it, but if I ignored him, the distinguished Mr. Green might just come personally to drag me there.

Sighing, I grabbed my jacket, said goodbye to Anna, and left the dorm, heading toward Vincent's room.

I really didn't understand why he kept pestering me. With his status, he could have any woman he wanted.

I grumbled all the way to Vincent's door and knocked.

"Come in." The person inside was clearly impatient from waiting.

I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open.

As the door closed behind me, I didn't notice a pair of eyes watching me from behind.