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Now I understand the term “treacherous body.” I’ve read it in books before, and it always kind of confused me. How can your body betray you? You like someone, and you get turned on, right? If only it were that simple. Ihatethis guy, and yet, he’s in complete control of my body. And the worst part is, he knows it.

I release a breath, almost a moan, and he pulls away. Just…stops completely. Pulling his hand away, he steps back, removing himself from me, and on instinct, I reach out for him.

“You see,” he laughs. “You’re mine, Lux. I have you wrapped around my finger. Literally.”

I swallow, my entire body trembling, electricity buzzing in my veins. Is this guy fuckingjoking?He revved me up to prove he could? My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I fell right into his trap.

Fuck this guy.

Roman Rush is officially on my shit list.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Roman

The car ridehome is quiet. Lux is pissed. I can feel her anger from the passenger seat. She’s not even looking at me. Her gaze is fixed on the shadows passing outside the car window.

She’s angry that I was able to control her body like I told her I would. She’s been trying to resist me since I first laid eyes on her, and now I’m more determined than ever to break that resistance.

But fuck if her little moans of pleasure didn’t get me rock-fucking-hard. It took every ounce of my strength to pull away from her back there. Her pussy was so wet for me. How easy it would have been to lie her down on the sand and slide my cock into that tight cunt.

But I can’t take it that far. Not yet.

First, I have to break her.

First, she needs to understand who is in control.

I pull up to a spot on the street next to her residence hall, and she pops out of the car before I even have a chanceto switch off the ignition. She says nothing as she slams the car door shut, and heads up the dark sidewalk that leads up to her building.

With a curse, I kill the engine and get out of the car, following her up the path. She stops abruptly, and whirls around, shoving the tip of her finger into my chest. “I hate you.”

I laugh under my breath because that’s hilarious. Hate. She doesn’t know hate like I do. It ripples inside my soul and feeds every decision I make.Hateis what keeps my heart pounding, and my blood pumping.

No, what she feels isn’t hate. It’s anger at herself for allowing me to do the things I did to her. Wait until she sees what I have planned for her. If she thinks that’s bad, it’s only going to get a whole lot worse.

“Really? It didn’t look like you hated me a few minutes ago, on that beach.”

There’s a streetlight about ten feet away, and the warm glow plays across her high cheekbones and petal pink lips. I could kiss her right now. She’d fight me at first, but eventually, she’d give in.

Every girl falls eventually. The only difference is that most girls don’t fight this hard against the energy snapping between us. Ironic, right? The girl I hate most is the girl who sets my blood racing—maybe I’m just a masochist that way. Maybe it just proves how fucked up I really am inside.

She steps up to me and shoves a finger into my chest again. “Idespiseguys like you. Rich. Entitled. Like you can just order me off a menu and I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Guess what, I have my own thoughts, and none of them involve you. I know that’s hard for you to believe.”

I laugh under my breath, and step forward, forcing her finger even deeper into my chest. I glancedown, then back up again. “Itishard to believe, actually,” I say evenly, my gaze moving over her face, studying every delicate feature. “The way your cheeks flush, just slightly, when I speak to you. The way your body trembles when I touch you…” I reach out and brush my thumb lightly across her plump bottom lip. “The little moans that slip past your lips when I kiss you…”

She blinks rapidly like she’s struggling hard to resist this thing between us. I love seeing that little spark of determination in her. Hunting is no fun without a chase.

She pulls back and swallows. She looks shaken, like what I just said hit home more than she cares to admit. “Stay the fuck away from me, Roman.”

I shove my hands into my pockets and flash her a smile. “Not a fucking chance, Little Rabbit.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lux

I’m shakingwhen I sprint into my residence hall and up the staircase. I can't get away from Roman fast enough. My heart is still pounding as I make my way up the stairs. This shit with him is too much. I just want to be left alone and fade into the wallpaper, but he’s making that impossible.

And then there’s this shit with Bree. She seemed a bit down this morning when I saw her, and it occurs to me she might have intentionally fallen off the map for a while. She’s done this before. Once, when we were sixteen, and she’d just broken up with her boyfriend, she ran off for two days. Turns out, she was crashing in her cousin’s basement and had sworn that cousin to secrecy. And she did go back home eventually.

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