Chapter 129

Alison’s POV

The morning air bites my skin as I lurk near Lily's dorm, my hoodie pulled low, concealing my golden hair, my eyes sharp, tracking her like a predator.

My pulse races, my curves alive under my blazer. My body is humming with intent. Lily has been Crew Manchester’s obsession, his arm always around her,and it drives me crazy. I want him back, his cock, his heart, the wild, reckless nights we had before I fucked it up with Javier. Lily’s soft innocence is a barrier I’ll demolish, and when I see her slip out, her black puffy coat bulky, her face pale, eyes red-rimmed, I know she’s breaking.

My lips curl, a wicked one—trouble’s brewing, and I’m ready to pounce. I follow silently, my boots soft on the slushy path, staying hidden, my pussy tingling at the thought of Crew alone, mine to reclaim.

She hurries towards the main building, her steps faltering, and I trail her, unnoticed, my eyes locked on her. Crew’s there, pacing, his face tense, his body coiled, and my core clenches, desire surging at his raw power. Lily spots him, her expression unreadable, and I duck behind a tree, my breath shallow, watching their drama unfold. He reaches for her, but she pulls away, tears spilling, her voice low, urgent—something’s wrong, but I can’t hear what. Her body trembles, his jaw tightens, and I smirk, sensing her weakness, my chance to slip in. She walks off, leaving him rooted, staring after her, hurt and anger flashing across his face. Perfect. She’s unraveling, and I’m ready to strike.

I step out, my hoodie down, my hair gleaming, my blazer hugging my curves, skirt riding high. Crew’s still there, his eyes dark, and I saunter over, my hips swaying, my voice a sultry purr. “Crew,” I murmur, closing the distance, my eyes locked on his, ignoring Lily’s fading shadow, my focus on him, on the heat we shared—his hands on my ass, my mouth on his cock, our nights fierce, untamed. I lean in, my blazer teasing cleavage, my breath hot against his ear. “She’s got you twisted up, huh? Need something… easier?” My hand grazes his arm, a spark that makes my pussy flare, my nipples hardening, anticipation burning.

He turns, his eyes cold, cutting through my haze. “Not now, Alison,” he says, his voice flat, starting to walk off, his broad shoulders a wall, shutting me out. My stomach lurches, his rejection like a slap, igniting fury and desperation.

I snap, grabbing his arm, my nails digging, my voice sharp, raw. “Don’t you fucking walk away!” I step closer, my body inches from his, my heart pounding, anger and need colliding. “You can’t ignore me, Crew. You felt it before—us, the fire, the way I fucked you.” My eyes blaze, my pussy throbbing, the memory of his thrusts, my moans, driving me. “Lily’s a kid, shy, boring. I’m what you need. Talk to me, please.” I beg, hating my vulnerability, but I need him, need his heat, his surrender.

He stops, his gaze piercing, unyielding, raking over me—my lips, my tits, my thighs—like I’m nothing, not the siren who owned him once. “Back off,” he growls, low, angry. “I’m with Lily. We’re done here.” He pulls free, his eyes dismissive, his steps fast, leaving me trembling, ignored, my chest tight, my body screaming for him. He’s choosing her, that soft, trembling girl, over me, and it’s a wound I can’t bear.

“Fuck you, Crew!” I shout, my voice cracking, echoing in the cold. “I’ll have you! You’ll beg for me!” My words are a vow, a scream, my body shaking, my nipples hard, my panties soaked with rage and desire. He doesn’t look back, his figure fading, and I’m left burning, my heart a furnace, my anger racing fast. Lily’s tears, her weakness, are my opening, and I’ll exploit them, seduce him, fuck him until he’s mine, her claim dust.

I lean against the tree, my breath ragged, my mind plotting. Lily’s falling apart, and I’ll push harder, whisper doubts, touch him where she can’t. I think of Fig, his texts—“Need you again”—his cock pounding me in the club bathroom, my moans in his car, a release I used to sate my hunger. He’s a toy, but Crew’s the prize, his intensity, his love, a fire I’ll steal.

I imagine cornering Crew, my lips on his neck, my hand stroking his cock, his resolve crumbling as he fucks me, Lily forgotten. My pussy pulses, my body alive, the chase of a thrill.

I remember English class, my late entrance, Fig’s angry rebuke, his eyes hungry, my silence a game. I apologized, teasing, but he wanted me, his cock hard, his office where we fucked—his thrusts brutal, my power absolute. But Fig’s nothing to Crew, his guarded “Maybe” when I flirted, a spark will ignite. Lily’s insecurity—her shy glances, her lack of experience—is my weapon, and I’ll wield it, flirt harder, make him burn.

I push off the tree, as I walk away. I think of my parents’ threat—cutting me off—looms, but I’ll dodge them, focus on Crew, on breaking him. Lily’s weak, a trembling girl I’ll crush. I’ll find Crew later, in a hallway, my breath in his ear, my body close, and he’ll crack, his cock hard, his loyalty gone. Fig can wait, his lust a leash I’ll pull when I need it, but Crew’s my obsession, my heart’s target. I’ll have him, fuck him, own him, no matter the cost.

I head to class, my mind scheming, my body humming, my anger fueling, my desire a blaze. Crew thinks he can ignore me, but he’s wrong—I’m Alison Blake, a siren, a conqueror, and I’ll have him screaming my name, Lily’s tears will be a memory, her love ashes. The day’s young, my pussy is wet, my heart is fierce, my victory inevitable.