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He brings his mouth to my ear, his voice rumbling through my insides. “If you make me admit that I’ll have to punish you.” Damien takes a soft bite out of my lobe before he pulls back. It’s better he does because the longer we stand here with his arms tight around me, the harder it is not to have my way with him in his front seat. “Besides showing you and this school I mean business, I already had a meeting with Beckett.”

My face gets warm, turned on by his grand gesture but I don’t miss the end of that sentence. Narrowing my eyes, I meet his gaze but I can’t read it. “Beckett? For what?”

“Tell me how you did.” He nibbles on my bottom lip and it’s fireworks in my core again. I’m not usually the type to hang out canoodling with my boyfriend in front of the school, but with him, it’s different. “C’mon, Rowland. Tell me. Don’t make me ask again.” My cheeks fill with air trying to keep him from the truth. I want to fuck with him but it’s hard to fight the perma-smile that’s been on my face since I walked out of Clara’s classroom. He already knows me too well, a smile spreading across his face. “You did it,” he says.

“Of course, I did it,” I smile. “Just call me Warhol ‘cause I got an A-plus.”

His lips smash into mine again, his hand coming to my ass and he gives it a squeeze before his mouth lands on my ear. “If I didn’t have business to get to, I’d celebrate with you right here. Bent right over my hood, with my cock up your ass.”

I bite my lip and with the way I’m feeling, I want to take him up on his offer. “More business?”

“I’m driving you home but then I gotta head out. I’ll be back at the usual time.” We’re talking like we live together and it feels like we do. I’ve been using the key he gave me and while I haven’t officially accepted yet, I might as well.

“Where do you go every day?”

“I thought you said you trust me.” I can feel his fingers between my legs, his gaze meeting mine as he backs me against the wall. The same one that started it all.

“I do.” Wiggling my toes in my boots I can’t fight my curiosity. “That doesn’t mean I can’t ask questions.”

“If you trust me there shouldn’t be a need to ask questions.” The air’s cold between my folds when he tugs on my thong. I’ve been switching it up, knowing his hands like to wander.

I gasp, his fingers finding how wet I already am. Pushing the words out, I see him smirk. “I’m curious.”

“Don’t you know?” His fingers slide across my clit in that teasing swirl that makes my knees buckle. “Curiosity killed the cat.” And fuck, his distraction is working, his fingers plunging inside me. Students walk around us but he doesn’t give a fuck. Never does.

“Damien.” My head falls on his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the leather of his jacket so I don’t let out a scream right here.

“Yes?” He lifts my chin so I can look at him and I’m biting my lip so hard I taste copper. “Look at me and act like we’re having a conversation. You don’t want to get caught being a bad girl on school property. Not after your A-plus, do you?”

When he pulls out his fingers, I catch my breath, nodding so this pleasure rollercoaster doesn’t come to an end. But as soon as I do, he pushes his fingers deep inside me, a whimper escaping my lips. “Now tell me. Do you wanna come on my fingers?” He curls them in a way that he knows drives me insane, pumping them inside me while I’m staring into his eyes. They catch the sun, the blue bright, the grey smouldering. “Or do you wanna come on my cock?” On his last word, he pushes his hard bulge against me, his palm slapping against my clit.

This feels good but he feels better and Damien inside me would put a giant cherry on this sundae. “Your cock.” I moan against his lips, wanting to taste the mint off his tongue again.

He pulls his finger out before pushing them right back in. “What was that? Say it louder, I can’t hear you.”

So I meet his challenge, finding it way too easy to shout, “I wanna come on your cock!” He stops, and I smirk, his eyebrows reaching his head before he returns my smirk with one of his own. “Let’s get you somewhere where only I can see you before I get us both kicked out of here.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I tease.

“Don’t tempt me, Rowland.” With that, he’s picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder so he can make a show of tossing me in his car, claiming me like his prize. His prey. And I can’t wait for him to devour me.

Twenty-Six

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock sounds louder than ever. It’s taunting me in the foyer, feet away but I hear it.

Loud and fucking clear.

I’m laying on the sofa in the living room, Damien’s Kindle in my face. I’ve dug into a new book. It’s dark and sexy and kind of reminds me of us but I’ve been re-reading the last sentence for an hour. Only the lamp shines in the room, the winter evening coming all too soon. The strong wind on the window is making this massive house creepier than ever.

Damien hasn’t answered my text for the last few hours. Even when I sent him a picture of my tits, trying to steer him in the right direction. But, nada. Now that I don’t have my art project to focus on, it’s super obvious how empty this house is.

I miss Damien.

While I’ve basically shacked up with him, I’m starting to feel like a housewife, watching the clock and waiting for her husband to come home. Trying to get comfortable again on the sofa doesn’t work. Neither does another gulp of this whiskey. I thought it would liven up the space, but I’m halfway through my first glass and I feel pathetic.

A call to Allie gives me no answer. Same with Nate and when I check in with Willow, she’s busy with Bella and Jordan. Jesus, how much time do they need together? I guess people could say the same about Damien and me. If he was ever here.

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