Meant to Be Yours: New Adult BBW College Romance (Derek and Jaike Book 2) (2 page)

Thirty minutes later, and they were inside one of the unused rooms on the second floor. The woman was on her knees, her hands on his dick.

“Why did you lock the door? Scared Daddy and Mommy would catch you with me?”

His fingers curled into her hair, and the strength in that grip had her swallowing and making her wet. A smile curved on his thin, beautiful lips, one that had her licking her own. And when he spoke, his deep dark tone surprised her, and more than that, it made her realize that Derek Christopoulos was no boy.

He might just be seventeen, but there was nothing boyish about the way he looked at her, the way he
owned
her when he said, “You’re wasting what little time I can spare you, Mrs. Klasky. Do you want my dick or not?”

“I want it.” She hated the way she sounded so needy, but she couldn’t help it. So long…it had been so long since she had met someone like him. A real Dom. One who was born to command women – Subs – like her.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

She closed her lips over his dick, and when she felt him swelling inside her mouth, moisture pooled between her thighs. When she felt him tightening his grip on her hair, she became even wetter.
 

When he came, she was happy to swallow every last drop, and when it was over, she looked up at him, wanting more of his authority over her. There was just something so deliciously thrilling in having a man like Derek Christopoulos take command of her, something so liberating in the knowledge that he had the power to do anything with her.

“D-did you like it?” she heard herself ask. A part of her was stunned that she had said the words, that she was actually asking someone more than ten years her junior something so immature.

He stroked her cheek. “Yes.” He traced her lips. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

She whispered, “Yes.”

“Are you sure, Mrs. Klasky? I’m not the type of master who’s so easily pleased.”

From any other man, the words would have sounded conceited and irksome, something she’d normally answer with a slap to the man’s face. But from Derek Christopoulos, the words were thrillingly erotic, inflaming her body and making her pussy ache badly. She had heard of Doms like him, but she had only thought they were untrue, had thought they were only stories made up by dissatisfied Subs like her.

But this boy…this man…he was the real deal. A natural-born Dom, and to be owned by someone like him—

She moved away and arranged herself on all fours. It was said that with men like Derek, a woman had to “earn” the right to be fucked on her back.

And because she wanted to have that right, she waited, quietly, submissively.

Without warning, a cock penetrated her from behind. Thick and hard, filling her to the point that she felt she was close to bursting. It hurt so good, and when he began to move, one hand gripping her hair while the other held her by the hip, she began to cry because he was fucking her so beautifully hard.

The pleasure that rocked his body was sharp, hot, and impersonal. It had his cock happy, but his mind remained detached.

In three minutes, he would have the woman coming.
 

In ten minutes, he would have her begging to see him again, and he would make no promises except for one thing: that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she better mind her own business and never talk about him except as the perfect son of Richard and Samantha Christopoulos.

In twenty minutes, he would be back at the party, circulating like nothing had happened. He would act like the son every parent could ever hope for: handsome, intelligent, kind, charming, dutiful, and courteous. He would act like the boy every girl would want in a boyfriend: cool and popular, arrogant and demanding without being obnoxious about it.

He would be everything anyone and everyone wanted him to be.

Because of
her.

Because he needed to believe that one day, he would still find
her.
 

The more sensible part of Derek told him he was waiting for nothing, but he didn’t want to believe that. He couldn’t afford to believe that. If he did, then he might as well admit that he would go crazy one day.

Because that was what would happen. If he didn’t find that one person he could share his darkness with—

No.

He couldn’t let himself think that. She would come. He had waited for her for two years now, waited for her since the day he realized he was not…like the others. He could damn well wait for more. He would wait forever until the girl meant for him came.
 

And when she did…

God help her, because Derek had every intention of claiming her and never letting her go. He would be her heaven and hell, the one to cage her and give her wings to fly, the one to torment and satisfy her in ways no other man could. And she would be his...completely. Heart. Body. Soul.
 

Chapter One

Seven years later

At half-past nine, the elegant and spacious corridors of Blake Hall were often quiet and empty. Students with morning classes had already left while those with afternoon classes wouldn’t be rising for a few hours. The usual silence, however, was shattered at one of the floors. The door of one of the dormitory’s corner suites had just opened, and if anyone had cared to peek, what they’d see was likely to have rendered them speechless with shock.

A girl was clinging hard to the door sill as her companion tried to get her out of the room.
 

“Just come with me a bit,” the man said in a coaxing voice
.
 

His name was Derek Christopoulos, and he was inarguably the most famous student in Christopoulos University, an institution his own family had founded.
 

Tall, dark-haired, and with striking blue-gray eyes, his looks were as close to perfection as it could be humanly possible. His background was impeccable, his mother from an American clan that could rival the Vanderbilts, his father from a Greek family who had been active in the political arena even before the birth of Greece’s democracy.

Even at twenty-four, Derek was considered legendary because of his wickedly irresistible charm. Women swooned over him while all the men wanted to be friends with him. Even political analysts had acknowledged Derek as one of the major reasons why his father kept getting elected. A father who had successfully raised someone like Derek Christopoulos to become smart, responsible, and
not
an asshole could definitely be trusted with a seat in the Senate.

It had been said that whatever Derek Christopoulos wanted, he could always get either with a smile or with his impressive skills of persuasion. Such a thing, however, was not evident that morning, as Derek tried to unsuccessfully reason with the girl he had been obsessed with for years.

“Don’t be stubborn. Just let go—”

“I don’t want to!” Her name was Jaike Hepburn, and she was almost as famous as Derek – but all for the wrong reasons. For over three years, students in Christopoulos University had known her as the quiet, studious, and extremely plain girlfriend of the Student Council President Angelo Valencia III.

As of yesterday, students knew her as TGTPCOBINDCGWAQM, an acronym that everyone only dared use behind Jaike’s back. It meant
The Girlfriend the President Cheated on But Is Now Derek Christopoulos’ Girlfriend with a Question Mark.
There were still a number of girls clinging hard to the hope that last night’s events were just a nightmare, and Derek Christopoulos hadn’t really admitted to the world he was indeed taken.

Curvy and dark-haired, Jaike was dressed in one of her standard spinster outfits: loose blouse, loose slacks, and boring-looking leather flats. She was definitely not the type to attract someone like Derek Christopoulos, and she had always known that. Unfortunately, Derek didn’t seem to think the same. Even worse,
her body
didn’t think the same either, with the way it burned at the parts that Derek touched.

Jaike tightened her hold on the door sill. “How many times do I have to tell you?” Her words were part demand, part plea. “I don’t want to—”

“But you don’t have a choice,
koukla mou.
” Derek was torn between amusement and exasperation. God, she was so hardheaded. Always had been from the start. If he hadn’t been born arrogant, her continuous rebuffs would have been ego crushing. While there were enough people in the world to get him on People’s Sexiest Persons Alive list, Derek had lost count of the number of times Jaike had turned him down for a date.

Jaike shook her head vigorously. If only she could shout at him. But of course, she couldn’t, not if she wanted to hide the fact that Derek had spent the night in her room. Everyone in uni knew how Derek was everything
but
a morning person. If they saw him now—

Her gaze strayed to him…and stayed there as Jaike found herself unwillingly captivated.

He still wore last night’s clothes, but somehow, Jaike thought despairingly, a rumpled-looking Derek Christopoulos only appeared more gorgeous and so much sexier in her eyes. Bed-mussed blond hair that would make any woman wish she could run her fingers through, a day’s stubble darkening his jaw that would make any woman wonder how it would feel like having it tickle their skin—

And oh God, his body. It was hell, sheer hell, knowing what she knew now. It was like she had developed X-ray vision overnight and now, even with the famous Greek playboy fully clothed, she
still
saw him as he was last night.

Naked, every inch of his smooth, bronze body exposed, every beautiful muscle defined, and his long, hard—

Derek was smirking at her. “Stare all you want, babe. I’m all yours.”

“You wish!” Turning red, Jaike resumed struggling with a vengeance.

Laughing, he resumed trying to pull her away. In truth, he could have easily done so if he really wanted to, but that wouldn’t be as fun as seeing Jaike hang on with all her might.

However, when another minute had passed—

Derek said in exasperation, “Just come with me.”

“I don’t want to. You said you were going to blindfold me!”

“Naturally. I wouldn’t trust you to keep your eyes closed.”

She said hotly, “I’m not the type to cheat—”

“True. But you also like doing everything
I don’t
want you to do.”

She opened her mouth then closed it again, deciding not to argue the point.

“So just let go—”

“Don’t want to!”

His smile disappeared. “If you don’t let go right this instant—”

“No, no, no—”

He let go of her hand. She started to sigh in relief, but the next moment she found herself shrieking instead as Derek suddenly hefted her up with an arm around her waist.

A silent gasp escaped her as she tried to wriggle free from his hold even as her legs kicked in the air. She wanted to shout at him but didn’t dare, not wanting the other students on her floor to wake up.

“Still not letting go?”

She shook her head fiercely.

“Are you sure? Because this position you’re in…” He gave her a thoughtful look. “Don’t you think if I reposition myself in front of you, my cock…your mouth…”

Jaike didn’t even have to think about it. “You can put me down now.”
Ass.

Derek chuckled. “I know what you’re thinking.” But even as he spoke, he was already gently lowering her to the floor.
 

He ruffled her hair. “Good girl.”

She didn’t answer, afraid that her voice would give her away. Why did it feel like she was emitting stupid pink hearts in the air just because of those two words? It wasn’t like she wanted to be a good girl for him, did she?

“Ready?”

Jaike started in surprise as Derek dangled a black silk handkerchief in front of her eyes. She nodded, and he started to wrap the silk around her eyes. As her world darkened bit by bit, Jaike couldn’t deny the shameful feeling of excitement that rose inside her.

God, she was so, so twisted.

Something hot suddenly touched her ear, and a delicious shiver traveled down her body as she realized Derek was licking her ear. “
Derek
.” But instead of a whispered protest, his name ended up sounding like a helpless whimper.