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I ran my hand through my hair.

“You’re not the first Elite member to do so. I suspected it might end this way.”

“You could have said something.”

He shrugged. “It’s rare that we find someone who fits with our desires and specific kinks. Someone who was made for us. I still hope to find it one day.”

He stood and headed to the door. “She can’t miss any more classes or else my hands will be tied. You don’t have to indulge if you want to separate yourself. Everyone knows she’s off limits until you say otherwise.”

I nodded, and he left. Students like her were required to be in class or else they’d be publicly disciplined. I knew she was mad about finding the information I had on her, especially if she figured out that I started collecting it before everything happened. I was going to overlook her not being in my class, but the other wouldn’t be overlooked.

I emailed my last class of the day their assignment and told them class would be canceled. Grabbing my briefcase, I headed to my car. I’d go to her dorm and make sure she was ok. This was beyond my need to see to her aftercare. I needed her as much as my next breath.

At two in the afternoon, not many people were coming and going from the dorms. After using my key card to access the building, I headed to the elevator. I’d never accessed the dorms before her, though many of the Elite did. It was tricky but could be done.

I didn’t encounter anyone as I walked to her dorm room, not sure how I was going to explain myself if I came across a student. Standing outside her door, I knocked and waited, my key card burning a hole in my pocket.

“She’s not there.” A student from across the hall popped her head out of her room. “She never came home last night. We were supposed to study.”

I took the papers rolled up in my hand and slipped them under the door. “We have a test coming up, wanted to make sure she had the notes.”

“Wow, she always said you were her favorite professor and now I can see why.”

I smiled and headed to the exit, pulling up the tracker app on her phone. When the words ‘Not found’popped up, my stomach twisted. Where the hell was she?

18

NATALIE

My head was killing me.I tried to sit up, but my hands were bound behind my back, making it challenging. Tugging at them, I panicked. The last thing I could remember was the man in the elevator.

Where was I?

The only thing I knew was that I lay on a mattress on a cold concrete floor in a barely lit room. My heart raced. Where was Professor Murphy? Did he do this? With some of the games we played, I wouldn’t put it past him, but nothing around me smelled like him and he always made me feel safe, but right now I felt anything other than safe.

The door opened, letting light in before a large figure blocked it. There was no way it was the Professor. The guy was shorter and bulkier.

“You’re awake.” He leaned down, pinched my chin with his fingers, and jerked my head up to look at him. I knew him. He was another professor at the university. “I’d like to see if that pussy of yours is really worth the million dollars Murphy paid.”

A million what?The room started spinning. What had they drugged me with?

“He usually stays out of it, but with you, he didn’t. Can you tell me why? What makes you so special?”

I tried to pull away, but he didn’t allow it. His other hand landed on my knee, sliding up. I clamped my legs together.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” He licked his lips and his hand moved further up.

His scent made me gag, but I held it back. He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple. This wasn’t like with Murphy. There was no pleasure in this. Pain and disgust was all I felt.

“Please stop.” I tugged at the ties that bound my hands. The zip ties cut into my wrists, and it was then I realized my bracelet was gone. I was at the mercy of this man and my professor had no way of finding me. Tears ran down my cheeks as the feeling of helplessness sank in.

“I don’t know why my son is enamored with you. It’s your fault I had to suspend him from the team for the rest of the season.”

His son? The coach.

He flipped me over and pulled me closer to him. “Maybe I’ll let him have his way with you when I’m done,” he growled in my ear.

I kicked at him and screamed when I heard his zipper.

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