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Asher surges forward one last time, holding himself in my throat as he comes. I struggle to swallow it and nearly choke when I attempt to let out a startled gasp at the intimate feel of his balls drawing up and throbbing against my face.

When he pulls out and steps back, I roll onto my stomach and take deep gulps of air.

Asher tucks himself back into his pants and brushes my hanging hair away from my face. I blink up at him, my jaw and lips aching from his brutal fucking. His thumb swipes across my mouth, and the keen satisfaction in his eyes has my heart twisting.

“Spend the night with me tomorrow.”

My mouth drops open as I stare at him in shock, and I don’t think before I answer. “Okay.”

His eyes drag over my body again. “I don’t like how I felt seeing you talk to that twat.”

I slide off the desk carefully, standing on wobbly legs. “Greg? He’s nobody.”

Asher’s jaw is still tight. “He thinks he’s someone to you.”

Shaking my head, I adjust my skirt and wipe at my mouth. “He’s not. No one is…but you.”

I chance a glance at his face at that confession, but he looks away from me. Asher takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. “Finish whatever you were working on in here. I’ll grab us food.”

He leaves before I can say anything, but I smile to myself, staring at the mess of papers on the floor. Asher’s silence and lack of taunts to what I admitted say more than he realizes. My heart flutters at the thought that perhaps he’s as affected as me by our games, and I don’t care how naive that makes me. I let the hope blossom as I clean up his desk and then lounge on his couch.

Chapter 7

Asher

She follows me silently.I toss off my jacket and glance back at her.

“You sure you want to go through with this?” I ask her.

She’s trying to hide her trembling with her fingers twisting in her skirt. Her round eyes look up at me as her throat bobs. “You’re not like a secret serial killer, right?”

My lips quirk. “Serial killer? No.”Stalker, perhaps.

My darling Ava has no idea how deeply I’ve invaded her life, but something within me knew she was mine. I’ve reached a point where I’m done fighting it; it was futile from the beginning. I should have given in months ago.

“Comforting,” she mutters, wrapping her arms around herself.

I raise an eyebrow. “Did you tell anyone you were here?”

“How could I? It’s not like I can tell my roommate that I’ve become my professor’s plaything.” She scoffs, then presses her lips together as if she didn’t mean to snap at me.

“Pet, you’re my little pet. Not a plaything.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “What’s the difference?”

I step closer, grasping her chin to look at me. “Playthings are to be used and discarded.” My thumb rubs along her bottom lip. “Pets are to be cared for, cherished, andkept.”

Ava shudders under my hold and I let go of her, nodding at the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head. “I’m too nervous to eat.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. I told you before you can stop anytime.” I wouldn’t be happy, but I’m not going to force her into anything that makes her uncomfortable.

Ava sighs. “And I assume you wouldn’t pass me then.”

“Hmm. You would have to work for your grade the traditional way, yes.”

I catch the slight roll of her eyes and file that away to add to her punishment today. She watches my held-out hand with caution before deciding to take it. I curl my fingers around hers and pull her to the kitchen.

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