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He didn’t answer my questions. He asked his own in a dangerously low voice, “Did you fuck him? Did you let that asshole between your legs?” The words were practically growled out, as if he was some kind of animal. “Did you give him all of your firsts?”

He shouldn’t care about what I did with Jordan, nor should he care about what firsts I decided to give him. Since he was here, since he so obviously cared, I couldn’t help but think he cared because he wanted to have them himself.

But maybe that was just the rot talking, the rot wanting to find itself inside someone else. No one could really show such ownership over someone else, could they? Especially someone who they didn’t know existed prior to a few weeks ago.

Then again, weeks were long enough to change everything.

“And if I did,” I spoke, “what would you do? If I told you I let Jordan fuck me in his car, what would you do?” This was a fun game. See who would break first. I rather liked seeing all this emotion from Elias; I took satisfaction in the fact I could drag it out of him.

“I guess I’d have to teach you obedience,” he growled out. Without warning, he released my jaw and crawled off me, but within the next moment, he was under the sheets with me, his strong body pinning mine down.

I didn’t know what got into him, but this… whatever he had in mind, I was down for. My heart beat fast in my chest, so fast. True excitement and eagerness raced through my veins. It brought me back to that night at the party, when I’d listened to him and Dana going at it in the woods. I’d wanted to feel like that.

Now’s my time, baby. Who cared if it all started with a lie? I hadn’t let Jordan fuck me, but Elias didn’t need to know that.

I could feel a hardness pressing against me down there, and I knew what it was. Might not know what it felt like, but I wasn’t completely naive. I knew guys got hard when they wanted someone. Guess I wasn’t the only one excited right now.

His hands roamed over my body, taking in the fact that I still wore my date outfit. With a harsh jerk of his hands, my shirt was pulled up. He whipped it up and over my head, going for my bra next. He still wore too many clothes, but I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted to see where he was taking this, what he’d do to me.

Once my chest was free, his hands came down on my tits, and he pawed at them, practically clawing at them. “You’re not going to see Jordan again,” Elias whispered. “Because I said so. Because that’s what I want. Because—” His fingers tweaked and teased my nipples, making them hard little points and drawing out a moan from me. “—you don’t get to come here, interrupt my life, act like you own the fucking place, and do whatever you want.No.”

One of his hands dipped low, snaking beneath my leggings and curling around my body, finding a spot on me that made me inhale sharply. His fingers started to rub a sensitive nub of flesh that made me mewl under him.

“You’re going to do whatever the fuck I want you to,” Elias whispered, bringing his head to mine, resting his forehead against me. “You don’t want to pack up and leave? Fine, but when you’re here, you’re mine.”

What could a girl say to that? How could a girl ever deny someone like Elias?

His nose grazed mine, his lips so close to mine and yet not quite touching. “You’re mine until I say you’re not. Every single part of you.” The hand still on my tits moved up to cup my neck, holding me in place—as if he thought I’d try to get out of this.

Why would I, when this was what I wanted all along?

The fingers rubbing my clit intensified in their pressure, making me involuntarily arch my back. A low, budding feeling had started to rise in me, and I couldn’t fight it off. All I could do was lay there, feeling his hand around my neck, his fingers on my clit, and his breath on my face. All I could do was surrender to everything he was.

There was no one like Elias back home. No one but me. It was beyond thrilling to have finally met someone I could consider a match, my equal, even if we weren’t really equals where the rot was concerned.

“Do you understand?” Elias asked, his voice husky. The hand around my neck squeezed a little tighter, closer to a choke than a firm hold. “I said,do you understand?” His lips brushed against mine with those words, tempting in a way Jordan’s lips weren’t.

What a fool I’d been. I’d given my first kiss to an idiot while trying to make a god jealous.

I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t speak. The pressure in my abdomen, in my lower stomach, was too great. It exploded within me, causing me to cry out and tense up all over, searing hot pleasure making its way through me in what must’ve been an orgasm.

Oh, God. I could see why people got addicted to those.

It took all of my willpower to speak through the pleasure haze, “I understand.” Really, there was so much more I could’ve said to him, so much more I wanted to say, but Elias was making the decisions tonight, and I’d let him.

I wouldn’t let just anybody talk to me like this or do things like this to me. He should feel flattered.

“Good,” he whispered. “Now I’m going to make you forget all about Jordan and his tiny dick.” The hand rubbing my clit abandoned it, along with the one on my neck. They both went to pull my leggings down and expose the rest of my body to him. Elias practically tore them right off me, uncaring in the destruction of my clothes. Once they were off, he forced my legs to open wide for him.

My lower half ached for him, my heart beating even faster in my chest now. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness of my room, and as Elias worked to get out of his shirt and his shorts, I studied his profile. The way the shadows clung to his muscles, how, even in the dark, he looked more enticing than any other guy I’d ever met.

Once he was naked, he positioned himself between my legs. A hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck again, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make me pay attention—as if I’d look away. I imagined locking eyes with him through the darkness, and I licked my lips, ready to feel him inside of me. Needing it. Craving it. Wanting something that was totally new to me.

Elias rubbed the tip of his cock along my body once before he prodded my entrance, and then, without hesitation, he pushed inside with one stroke, filling me up just like that.

I cried out again. I wouldn’t say it was painful—or maybe it was and I just didn’t feel it—more likedifferent. Not uncomfortable. Not bad. Just different. Combine the way it felt to have his cock inside of me with the feeling of his hand around my neck; it made me even hotter. It was like he was showing me who’s boss.

Silly Elias. If anyone was the boss here, it was me. He just didn’t know it.

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