Page 107 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“You’re always the one who seeks me out, I thought I’d change it up for a change.”

I purr happily in my throat and extend my hand. “Come here.”

Like the good girl she is, she obeys. When she’s a few steps from me, she puts her hand in mine and the usual zap of chemistry runs up my forearm and buries itself into my veins.

She’s dangerous, my kryptonite and everything I should be keeping at arm’s length instead of beckoning her closer as I am.

I ignore all my instincts like I have done the past months and tug her hand, unbalancing her. She falls towards me and I grip her ass, guiding her down onto my lap, one knee bent on each side of my legs as she faces me.

She presses her cheek against the displayed skin at my collar, burying her face against my throat, and wraps her arms around my neck.

We haven’t broken a single one of the rules we set, and yet the intimacy and familiarity of this position feels like it should violate them all. But I challenge anyone to try and pry her from my arms right now.

I’d welcome the bloodshed.

“The Count of Monte Cristo,” she says, eyeing the book I’d set on the side table. “I’ve seen you read it half a dozen times over the years. Is it your favorite book?”

I raise a brow that she can’t see from where she’s sitting and dip my chin towards her. “You been watching me?”

She stiffens and I expect her to backtrack, but she surprises me.

“I guess so.”

My grip tightens around her and I turn my face to press my lips against her ear. “On Mondays, Saturdays, and every other Wednesday you go horseback riding around campus. You used to mainly take the path around the pond, but lately you’ve been going for more rides through the forest.” She lifts her head and gives me a stunned look. “You’re not the only one who’s been watching. Now, how about you give me a personal demonstration of those riding skills?” I ask, gripping one ass cheek in each hand and rubbing her against my hard cock.

Her eyes glaze over and her eyelids flutter to half-mast as desire dilates her pupils. They balloon until they eat up the rest of her iris.

I grab the button of her jeans with both hands and flick it open, tugging the zipper down after it. My hand sneaks under her shirt and runs up the expanse of her taut stomach up to her perky tits.

I’m unhinged when it comes to her breasts. I’m desperate to see them, knowing they’re covered in bruises and bite marks I left there.

“Undress.” I command.

She complies, standing back up and looking down at me where I’m still seated, staring at her with unblinking predatory eyes.

She kicks off her shoes then grabs the band of her jeans and shimmies them slowly over her hips and down her legs, looking at me as she does so. I swallow with some difficulty as I see her ass clad in a cute thong with hearts.

I want to ruin her.

To destroy her.

To keep her.

I want to rip my hair out, because what is it that I really want?

She leans over, bringing her mouth up to my ear. I think she’s going to speak, but then I hear a clicking sound followed by the feel of metal closing around both my wrists.

“I told you I’d get you back.” She says smugly, stepping back and revealing the fact that she handcuffed both my wrists to the arms of the chair.

I tug at the handcuffs, but there’s no give. I lift my gaze to meet hers. “Let me go,” I demand.

“No.” She grabs her shirt and pulls it up over her head, standing before me in nothing but her bra and panties.

I shift in my seat, restless and feeling an animalistic need to rip these chains off my wrist and attack her.

“Six.” I warn.

“No,” she chirps again, this time moving her hands to her back to work the clasp of her bra.

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