Page 139 of Brutal Game

I hissed at him as we sat. “Tell me now.”

He sighed. “Turns out that Joshua wasn’t the only authority figure at Reina abusing his power to take advantage of his students. Dylan was caught with Vixen, and the administration fired him immediately.”

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “And how was he caught?”

Jack placed a hand on my face. “He fucked with you. Made you uncomfortable. Probably intended to do worse. You’re not the only one who can dole out justice, little fury.”

Our new professor cleared her throat. “From what I’ve learned, you all have presentations to give today.” She consulted a paper with students names on it. “Ms. Gold, would you like to go first?”

I glared at Jack. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

“Like we’ll talk about whatever Dave was telling you?” he asked.

Sighing, I rose to give my presentation. I talked first about sexual narcissism, and then, with a look at Jack, moved onto how sexual deviance was seen and treated generally.

“When someone uses their power to control and manipulate someone else sexually, it’s considered deviant behavior. There are a variety of treatments, although not everyone agrees that it’s pathological?—”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

I winked at him.

“—there is a school of thought that it can be cured, andthe sexual deviant will no longer be interested in sexual control and taking someone else’s power to buff up their own. In fact when there’s behavior that’s considered inappropriate by society?—”

“Cured?” Jack interrupted.

“Cured,” I said.

He shook his head, rising to his feet. “No curing this, princess.”

“Mr. Feldman!” interrupted the new professor. “Let her finish.”

He ignored her.

“I’ll show you behavior that’s ‘inappropriate’” he warned. Suddenly, he was crossing the room and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Jack! I’m not done!” I protested.

“You are now,” he said, and with that, he carried me out of the room to the sound of the classes shocked laughter.

As he carried me down the hall, I started giggling.

“You did that on purpose,” he accused.

“Eh, I can be a little manipulative sometimes,” I admitted.

He slapped me on the ass—hard. “It’s okay. I like it.”

I’d expectedJack to take me home to our new apartment. Marcus hadn’t bought us a condo after all—Jack had pointed out we’d be moving soon once he was drafted, so it made more sense to rent for now.

“And when we do,I’llbuy us our damn place,” Jack had said.

But that was the future. Our future.

In our present, Jack was carrying me through the arena into the locker room.

The empty locker room.

He locked the door.

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