Page 45 of SNOB

My back collapses against the wall as the officers turn away, the sweat from my back and arms cold against my skin.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be this frustrated when I got what I wanted: the cops leaving me alone. Mac saunters towards me without saying a word. When he stands in front of me, I straighten up as those iron eyes bore into my soul.

Then those vibrations come back, stronger than before.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my legs tightening as those flutters erupt inside me again. He doesn’t let up, a smirk growing as he brings me back to where I was. “Oh my god.” My hand comes to his chest, trying to grip something. Anything. I’m far from stable but he slaps my hand away as the vibrations grow. “Mac, I—I—” Looking into those eyes while he controls me makes me hit that peak.

“Let it go, Butterfly,” he coaxes like he knows I can’t stop the tsunami coming if I try. “You deserve it.” He leans in, his lip grazing my ear. “Come for me.”

And I fucking do. Right in the middle of campus.

Those eyes stare into me as I lose myself against the wall. The ground disappears below me. So does the world around us.

Do you like the way he treats you?

“Good girl,” Mac whispers, pulling me down from my haze. His knuckles come to my cheek in a hot caress, a gentle contrast to his usual harshness. “Parking lot. Six o’clock.” Putting his phone in his pocket, he walks away, and I’m too breathless to call him. Turns out, this monster knows how to get me off.

An orgasm on university campus doesn’t stop me from being uneasy the rest of the day.

Well, maybe a little.

I needed that release after all that’s happened, but I won’t let myself crave more. Mac’s way of toying with me was unethical, weird and deranged.

So why do you want more?

Am I as fucked up as he is? Beau thought so. So does Angelo. But nothing compares to the darkness within Mac McKinsley.

Moving through the glitzy halls of the main building, I still don’t see Greta. Haven’t seen her since the water fountain. She really is avoiding me. The whispers don’t go away either, and after everything today, I’m more than ready to get off SBU grounds.

An engine revs when I leave the main building, the front doors facing the road running through campus. Mac’s spaceship car shines under the setting sun.

Parking lot. Six o’clock.

He showed up.

THIRTEEN

EMBER

He actually showed up.

I didn’t expect him to be here. But unlike this morning, he kept his word.

Unpredictable.

You don’t have to listen to him.

You owe him nothing.

But he’s the only thing keeping the cops at bay. Despite how unsafe he is, he’s the only thing protecting me.

My feet move towards the car, some students watching as I do.

The scent of tobacco and leather cover me as I slide into his car again. Like it’s a thing we do. Like we’re… My thoughts trail when I see who’s standing at the edge of the parking lot, next to a white Bentley.

Greta.

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