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His words hit me like bullets, and I sit there in stunned silence.

Chapter 6

Ava

He hasn’t calledme to come in early for the past two classes, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in trouble for what I did under his desk.

I only had one class with him yesterday and he didn’t look at me, even after I waited by the door for his acknowledgment. After five minutes of waiting—while watching a few other female students try to flirt—I left with a huff.

A week ago he came inside me, and he treats me like I don’t exist. I feel like an idiot for caring.

Settling into the chair in one of the multiple campus coffee shops, I place my drink and laptop on the table before me.

My grades are slipping because I’ve been so consumed with Asher and his games. This is supposed to be my easy solution to guarantee I graduate, and yet it may be my downfall.

I slump in my chair, rubbing my face. Boyfriends never really interested me, and when I finally hooked up with someone freshman year, it was kind of a letdown, to the point that I was in no hurry to do it again. My focus has always been on mystudies, especially given how much my scholarship makes up of my tuition.

“Hey, Ava.”

I look up, smiling as I stand to give Greg a small hug. “Hey, it’s been a while.”

He settles into the chair next to me and nods. “No classes together this semester.”

We have the same major and more often than not have ended up in a lot of classes together. I would hesitantly call him a friend because I’ve always gotten the feeling that he wants to ask me out, but he never has.

Laughing, I shake my head. “Uhh. No. I ended up having to retake Professor Rockford’s class. Hopefully to replace my previous grade.”

Greg grimaces. “Damn, I’m sorry. Once was enough with him.”

I’m beginning to think that’s not true, regarding everything but his actual class. My thighs clench at the thought of his powerful body as he rubbed his giant cock over my pussy, and how much I desperately wanted to know what it felt like inside me. I can feel the wet spot forming on my panties.

“Right? But the other class was full,” I say with a shrug, picking up my coffee to take a sip and ignore how horny I suddenly feel.

He leans forward, looking more nervous than he did a few minutes ago, and a rock sinks to the bottom of my stomach. “We’re graduating soon and I’m not sure what your plans are after, but I just?—”

“Ava.” Asher’s curt voice startles me, sending my coffee splashing to the floor. It spills between me and Greg, who jumps out of his seat to avoid it, and I lunge to save my laptop. Clutching it to my chest, I turn to face Asher.

His cold eyes stare down at me, tangible fury rolling off him. I swallow the shiver of fear that coils in my throat. “I need to speak to you about your latest assignment.”

“Okay,” I breathe out and turn to say goodbye to Greg.

“Now.” Asher seethes and I stand up immediately.

Greg lets out an awkward laugh. “Go, I’ll clean this up. We can catch up later.”

My elbow gets tugged away in a harsh grip, and I throw a meek ‘thanks’ over my shoulder as Asher leads me outside towards his building. I can barely keep up with his stride, the fuming silence making my heart race as we reach his office and he throws open the door to push me inside.

He grabs my laptop from my hands and tosses it onto the couch as I cry out, afraid of it breaking before it settles on the cushion.

Asher cups my face, forcing my head back to stare up at him. There’s a wildness to his eyes that frightens me.

“Who do you belong to?” His question fans across my lips.

“You,” I breathe out.

He kisses me roughly once before I’m backed up against the wall, and his hand slides under my skirt.

I gasp when fingers slip into my panties and caress right up my slit. Asher pauses, his eyes darkening. “You’re wet.”

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