Page 38 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Stop,” she whispers.

I squeeze her hand gently. “I can’t.”

Her eyes snap open, locking with mine, and I see it. The want. The need. The same shit that’s been eating at me for days. Weeks.

“Zane, please…” She sounds desperate now like she’s begging me to let her go. But I won’t.

“I’m not walking away from this,” I say, voice firm. “Fromus.”

“There is no us,” she argues, but even she doesn’t believe that anymore.

“There will be.”

She stands up suddenly, grabbing her bag and shoving her books inside. “I need to go.”

I stay seated, watching her, waiting. She’s not really leaving. She can’t. Not until we’ve figured this out.

But when she heads for the door, I feel that familiar surge of possessiveness rise in my chest. I stand up, grabbing her arm before she can slip away.

“Remy,” I say, voice low but commanding. “Don’t walk away from me.”

Her hazel eyes widen, and she swallows hard. “Let me go, Zane.”

“No.”

She tries to pull free, but I don’t budge. I’m not letting her walk out of my life. Not when I’ve just decided I want her for good.

I step closer, towering over her, and I can see her resolve crumbling.

“You’re mine,” I say, my voice dark with conviction.

She looks up at me, her breathing uneven. “I… I can’t.”

“You will,” I tell her, then lean down and press my lips to hers. It’s not gentle. It’s rough, needy, and fucking perfect.

She gasps against my mouth but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she kisses me back just as hard, like she’s been waiting for this. For me.

I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers as I breathe out, “Now tell me you don’t want this.”

She doesn’t say a damn word. She just pushes me away and leaves.

I let her.

Sooner or later, she will see that me and her are inevitable.

With her gone, I make my way back to my house. Funny how I only study when I am around her.

I have a pounding at the back of my skull as I walk into the house. I have barely sat down when my phone begins to ring.

Caleb.

“Coach has the picks for the team. Wants us to handle it,” his voice crackles through the line.

I grunt, pacing in my room. The mansion is quiet. Too quiet. “You handle it. Make sure they’ve fulfilled all their requirements before they can join the brotherhood.”

“You in the house?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah.”

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