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I wanted to ask who he was visiting because the fourth floor had three wings of women’s dorms. Something didn’t feel right, but my judgment had been off for the last several weeks, so what did I know?

Instead of saying anything, I just stood there and sighed when the elevator dinged my floor and the door started to open. I was in the corner of the car, and he was slightly in front of me, but his feet were firmly planted and he didn’t move to let me out.

“Excuse me.” I attempted to squeeze around him, but he turned and shoved me against the wall.

I started to scream, but he grabbed my throat and pinned me to the wall, cutting off my breath.

“I’d hate to mess up that pretty little face of yours.”

“What do you want?” I managed to get out.

He leaned over and pushed the first-floor button, then turned back to me. “It’s not what I want, princess.”

I attempted to move so I could kick him, but he grabbed my hands, pinned them above my head and pushed his body against mine, letting me feel that he was getting off on this.

“I’d be a good girl if I were you,” he growled.

I spat in his face. “Let me go.”

He flipped me around and shoved me against the wall, pinning my hands behind my back.

“I wonder if he’d mind if I took a sample.” His hand pushed up my skirt, and I remembered I was wearing panties.

Tears fell down my cheeks. “Please stop. Let me go.”

All I could think of was being back in Professor Murphy’s arms, of being safe.

The elevator dinged about the same time I felt a prick in my neck.

“You’ve caused quite the ruckus, Miss Davis.”

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

17

OLIVER

This morningwhen I reached out for her, she was gone. We’d only fallen asleep a few hours before. She took everything I dished out and begged for more. She really was perfect.

As I got up and noticed her dossier on my desk, my heart sank.Fuck.I had flung it off last night before fucking her on my desk. It had all the information I had about her. I’d been obsessed since the first day she’d been in my class. That wasn’t true. I’d seen her in the pavilion last year from my office and my favorite pastime was watching her from my window. With what we’d done last night, I knew she’d have lots of feelings going through her right now. Hell, so was I. We’d gone from just fucking to something else. She was something else.

I left my classroom and dialed her cell phone again. It went straight to voicemail.Damn it.She hadn’t been in either of her classes today, which was grounds for automatic dismissal as per the contract she signed.

“Drew,” I grumbled as I opened my office door, not surprised when he followed me in and shut the door.

“I woke up to the oddest message on my voicemail this morning.”

“And I meant every word.” I dropped my briefcase on my desk and sunk into my chair, wishing it wasn’t before noon and I could drown my sorrows in the bottle of bourbon hidden in my drawer.

“She has to fulfill her contract.”

I slammed my fist on the desk. “Bullshit. Not for the price I paid.”

“You don’t have to partake. You can release her to the collective.”

I stood, my fists tightening at my sides. “No one touches her.”

His lips turned up into a smirk. “You fell for her.”

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