Page 14 of Heirs of Havoc

“It’s the Dean’s!”

Feliks stops the scissors right under my tits. “You fuckin’ the Dean? That how a mobster’s daughter gets into this place?”

“I’m not fucking the Dean.”

A small smirk reappears on his face. For someone so emotionless, warmth comes with it. “Yeah, you’re not that stupid.” He pushes at the scissors, stuck at a point on the hoodie.

“Seems like you are.” Now I’m the one to laugh. “Didn’t think that one through, did you?”

Rrriiip!

My eyes widen when he splits the rest of the hoodie off my body. “But in case he didn’t get the message.” He continues slicing through the leather bra before it falls to my sides, my hard nipples puckering under Feliks' gaze.

“What message?” Tugging on his creative restraints, I’m not down for whatever he’s doing, no matter how hot my body is right now. No matter how much I love the feeling of him on top of me. “As far as I know, I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Oh, you're someone’s.” He pulls something from underneath me before he presses a dress against my exposed body. He mutters as he tries another. Then another. They’re all not my thing. Gaudy. Skimpy. Revealing. One is even see-through. It’s not until he presses a plain black dress against my body that I actually consider keeping it for my own. It’s leather with spaghetti straps. Simple yet daring. “This’ll do.” Then he climbs off.

Moving to the record player, he stops the tune before going over to his black backpack. He pulls out another couple of packets. More strings. Then he reaches for his guitar and starts winding them in.

“Is that it?” I ask, pulling on my restraints again.

“What were you expecting? For me to own that body that clearly needs a good fuck?” He keeps his eyes on his strings. “You got my jeans wet, Mia.”

My cheeks heat. Fuck this guy. “If you’re done, you can untie me.”

He tunes his guitar. “No can do.”

“Why?”

“You know why. But I bet you won’t say it.”

“You can’t leave me here.”

“I’m not.” He reaches for the bottle by his feet, pulling it to his lips with two fingers. “I’m here with you.”

“As my captor.”

He shrugs, taking a long swig.

“What if I get hungry? You can’t keep me hostage in my dorm.”

His shoulders drop, his palm slapping against the wood of his acoustic. “What are you gonna do about it? Are you willing to give something up to get what you want?” Those golden eyes hit me without warning and I hate that I think about it.

That’s until he pops into my mind.

Like he knows what I’m thinking, a small smirk comes across those thick lips.

Twisting my nose, my head falls against the pillow before something in a package hits my chest. My eyes fall to it. “Really? Crackers?”

“Want me to feed you, Bunny?”

“I’m not one of those girls you keep around as a pet.”

“No. You’re worse.” He hits a hard chord, the melody filling the room. “So much worse.” He plays loud enough to drown out any more of my complaints. It’s not for long though, his chiming phone cutting him off. With a glance at me, he answers. I try to listen for any clues, but all I hear are his responses. “Yeah. You sure? Right now?” His hand comes to his jaw before he sighs. “You got it.” His eyes swing to me and I know something’s up.

Something that involves me.

“What?” I ask, expecting to get an explanation like an idiot.

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