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“You have questions?” He raised his brow, and I wanted to run my hand through his short beard as a memory of that same beard brushing against my inner thigh as he ate me out flashed in front of me. He noticed when I clamped my legs together and smiled. Damn it. The things this man had done to me. The things I’d begged him to do.

“How did you know I was in trouble and where I was?” My voice shook.

“You must have pushed something on the phone after I sent the text because you called me, and I heard what he said to you.” He squared his jaw, clearly unhappy with what Trevor had said.

He rounded the kitchen counter and took out two glasses and filled them with iced tea from the fridge before offering me one.

“What will happen to him?” Not that I cared, but I didn’t know what to ask or what to say to him.

Professor Murphy shrugged. “I’m not sure. His father is already in some trouble. We’re not supposed to share the identity of the participants outside of the Elite and he did.”

Trevor’s father was one of the Elite?

“How many?”

He chuckled. “That’s privileged information.”

“How did you find me?” I’d been in a random hall, and he’d gotten there pretty quick. I didn’t know what to think of all this. He was my tormentor and my savior. As much pain as he inflicted, he still made sure I took care of myself. After a night of impact play (I had to look it up online) he’d text me to make sure I applied whatever cream he left for me.

He reached out and took my wrist in his hand, his finger lightly running over my bracelet. “How are you feeling right now?”

How was I feeling? Dizzy, nauseous, scared, excited? My head was spinning, and I couldn’t get it to stop. As much as I wanted to know my mystery man, now that I did, I didn’t know what to do with it.

13

OLIVER

I watchedthe emotions move through Natalie as she sat on the barstool in the middle of my kitchen, icing her wrist. Had I seriously thought I could walk away from her? Give her up?

Running my finger over her Elite bracelet, I was glad she wore it. They each had GPS tracking devices in them so we could keep tabs on the girls. It wasn’t something I’d ever used before, but when I heard Trevor’s voice and the way he was talking to her, I lost it. I’d gotten there just in time.

“You?” She moved off the chair and away from me as tears welled up in her eyes. “Why?”

I smiled. “Miss Davis, you forget yourself.” I stood, flexing my hand. This wasn’t the way I had planned to tell her. Hell, I wasn’t going to tell her at all. But the more I thought about letting her go, the more my gut got in the way. I was getting attached, and that wasn’t going to end well for anyone.

“Don’t fucking Miss Davis me. How could you?” A tear fell down her cheek. “You’re my teacher, I trusted…”

I moved in front of her, wrapping my hand around her throat and pushing her against the wall. She was spiraling out of control, and I needed to step in. “Did you forget the rules, Miss Davis?”

She gulped, her eyes widening with fear and her hands pulling at mine. “I’m sorry, sir. Please.”

“If I let you go, are you going to be my good girl, like I know you can be?” I caressed her check, pleased when she leaned into me and loosed her grip on my wrist.

She looked up at me, her eyes glistening.

I released her, needing nothing more than to remind her who she belonged to. I had fooled myself, thinking I could ever let her go. “Go bend over the counter.”

She stood there, not moving, fear surfacing in her expression. “I’m sorry.” She released me and planted her hands on the wall behind her.

I raised my brow and pointed to the kitchen island. “Now.”

She moved slowly toward the counter. When she reached it, she sniffled, but bent over like she’d been instructed. I stood there for a moment, watching her body shake. When I stepped up behind her, I ran my hand down her spine, watching as she automatically settled with my touch. She was made for this, made for me.

“I was shocked when the dean told me it had been you.” Lifting her dress, I was happy to find she’d worn a thong as she’d been directed to since we’d started this relationship. “I knew I had to have you.” I ran my finger over the wet cotton covering her. She pushed back into me, moaning.

“Always so in control, I just knew it would be a thing of beauty when you gave in, when you let go.” I pulled her thong down as I slid to my knees.

“You know nothing about me,” she sobbed, her hands tightened into fists by her side.

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