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"I fucking love you, Chloe Bell," he whispered.

"I fucking love you too, Dane DiMarco," I said.

Saying it surprised me, but realising I meant it, surprised me even more. I didn't think I was capable of loving anyone, but I was wrong.

I didn't know when it happened, but I'd fallen for him and I'd fallen hard.

CHAPTER 9

DANE

"Ryker looks pleased with himself," Chloe remarked.

I slipped into the seat beside her and glanced back over my shoulder. "I suppose he does."

We'd walked in together, both looking equally smug. It didn't take much to figure out why.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" she asked. She picked up a slice of cucumber and popped it into her gorgeous mouth.

"It's not that I don't want to." I turned back around. "You know I'm not allowed to talk about it."

She smiled. "That's all the confirmation I need."

She obviously figured Ryker got accepted into the Brotherhood from the way he strutted into the dining hall. He looked as though he owned the place. If he was declined, he'd be tearing it apart.

"I can't get anything past you, can I, gorgeous?" I wasn't too worried.

The Brotherhood wouldn't come after her because of her guessing. They might come after her if they thought she knew too much, but neither of us was going to tell them, and Ryker wouldn't dare. The favour we called in might be to have him take her place for punishment. He was too smart to let that happen to himself.

"Of course you can't," she said sweetly. "There's no secrets between us. Right?"

"Not I can think of," I agreed. "Although…" I let my expression turn ominous, wanting to bait her a little.

"Although, what?" she asked. Did she actually look worried? Ever since we fucked, I hadn't given her reason to. We walked around the Academy like it was us who owned the place. Everywhere we went, we raised eyebrows, especially from her sister and the twin pricks she called boyfriends.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I haven't told you I love hearing you come. I'm sorry, I should have done that sooner."

She batted me on the arm. "You're such a brat."

I winced playfully. "Yes, but I'm your brat. And you're mine." I leaned in to kiss her, not caring if the whole Academy saw. "Come with me."

"Right here?" she asked. Her eyes glittered.

If I told her to bend over the table and let me fuck her in front of everyone, she would.

Unfortunately for everyone present, I was in a more possessive mood. She was mine; they didn't need to see her body. That was for my eyes. Another time, we'd fuck in public, but right now, I wanted her to myself.

I stood and took her hand to pull her with me towards the door. "Somewhere else."

I guided her down the corridor to my office. I pressed her inside and kicked the door shut behind us.

"I've been fantasising about fucking you on my desk," I said.

I knelt down in front of her and slid my hands up her legs, under her skirt and over her thighs. When I reached her panties, I hooked my fingers into the lacy fabric and tore them in two.

I tossed the scraps onto a shelf beside me and rose to my feet. I gripped her hips and picked her up to place her on the edge of my desk.

I leaned back and smiled. "You look good there. Take off your skirt and show me that beautiful pussy."

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