Page 44 of Vicious Addictions

I’m beyond hot and flustered, desperate for him to wake up and ravish me already.

However, Jude is trapped in his own mind, completely unaware of the liberties I’m taking.

What am I doing?

He doesn’t want this.

He never asked for this.

If the roles were reversed, I’d be horrified if he took advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable.

It’s official.

I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

The instant I start to think rationally, I stop being a slave to my lust-filled libido and slowly pull Jude’s hand away from my pussy and nestle it back onto my belly—where it’s safe. Where it won’t be accused of assault.

I just lay there, unaware of the time that went by, staring at the ceiling, riddled with an enormous amount of shame and guilt.

Unable to stand my accusing, inner thoughts any longer, I decide the best thing to do is slip out of his bed the same way I slipped in.

But just as I try to move away, Jude holds me tighter to his side.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, my eyes widening in alarm.

“I… I… didn’t mean to wake you,” I stammer.

“You didn’t.”

I swallow hard, wondering how long he’s been awake.

Too afraid to speak, I remain silent, our synchronized breathing being the only audible sound in the room.

“You’re not in your uniform,” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of my tank top.

I shake my head, unsure how to respond.

“Did you even go to school today?”

Another shake.

His brows pull together. “I hope you didn’t ditch because of me.”

“You needed me,” I confess, though guilt tugs at me for leaving him alone those few hours to train.

Jude lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine. I find myself unraveling under the blend of green, brown, and soft golden hues that sparkle in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice quiet but powerful enough to steal my breath.

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, the silence stretching between us like something sacred.

I clear my throat, breaking the spell. “You must be hungry. You haven’t eaten all day. Do you want me to bring you something?”

He shakes his head before resting it on the pillow beside me.

“No. I’d rather just stay like this a little longer.”

I shift to face him, my hand sliding beneath the pillow as I take in how he looks—fragile and vulnerable, the weight of everything he’s carrying right there in his eyes.

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