Page 7 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"You already are." I tilted my head toward Cagen’s door so she knew exactly who I was referring to.

"You’ve hidden yourself for years, Muse." I took one more step closer to her as she backed up toward the edge of the living room. "You are scared of something. You need the protection of a large group to keep you safe, which is why you try so hard to blend in, but you aren’t them."

"You don’t know me." She kept backing up, mere inches from hitting the wall behind her.

"I want to protect you. I will be the only person there to offer that to you, so it’s in your best interest to take my word."

She laughed it off like I was telling a joke, then turned serious. "No one has ever been there for me."

My phone pinged, alerting me to a text message, so I pulled it from my pocket. It was a message from Cagen.

"She’s coming home." Her voice sounded a little breathier than usual.

She scanned behind me, toward Cagen’s door. I took the last few steps toward her, closing her into the corner.

"No. She got caught up with her professor, and is going to be another hour."

Those beautiful big green eyes stared up at me, then she gulped before choking out, "You should go."

"You know I am not going to do that."

"No." She paused. "You need to go."

"What did I say about saying no to me again?"

Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. "W-what?"

"On your knees, Maddy."

As I lifted her chin with my thumb, her lips parted.

"I-I cannot do this." Tears brimmed her red eyes as she behaved like my good girl and dropped down. "She is going to hate me."

"Everyone already sees you as an imposter, Maddy. This won’t make them hate you any more."

Tears fell down her cheeks. Her breaths quickened, but my good girl didn’t move from her spot.

Dropping to my knees, I leveled my gaze with hers, confidence radiating from me as my hand crawled up her thigh.

"You're practically soaked, reveling in the fact that you outplayed your roommate and schemed to have her man kneel before you," I declared, my tone dripping with arrogance.

"No, I'm not." She shoved me, but I gripped her wrists and held them above her head. Meanwhile, my other hand ventured higher, pushing aside her dress to reveal a lace thong that left little to the imagination.

"If you're not, I'll stop," I taunted, a wicked grin spreading across my face, as her flushed cheeks contradicted her denial.

She emitted a small groan.

"Tell me, Muse. Are you wet thinking about how you won this war? You are better than them. You always will be."

I slid my finger beneath the lace thong and grazed her clit. The heat from her core told me she was wet without me needingto plunge into her, and my cock twitched at the thought of her tight cunt begging me to taste, feed, and pleasure it.

Before I thrust myself in, I gazed into her emerald-green orbs. She knew she was fucked.

Emitting a low growl, I shoved my fingers into her pussy.

Holy shit.

She wasn't just wet, she was drenched for me.

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