Page 68 of Oblivion

“But you knew he was there. You glanced at him right before you turned to me.”

“Yes, but?—”

Interrupting her again, I tip my head to the side, softening my expression. “I told you exactly what I’d do to anyone who touched you. I reminded you before we went out. I told you several times, and yet instead of coming to me, instead of stepping away from him or telling him you were taken, you tried to test me. You taunted me with your wild eyes and your beautiful body, and you let him put his hands on what belongs to me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Samantha. You tested me, and I understand why you did it, but actions have consequences. The boy’s name is Trevor Landon. In a few days, he will be expelled from Kingsacre University. His family owns a coffee company which will be the subject of a hostile takeover, and his parents’ home will be lost, their living stolen from them. His expulsion will mean the best degree he’ll ever hope to achieve will be from a community college, and his family’s reputation will be destroyed.”

“No.” Tears fall from her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Do you understand now?” I ask.

She nods. “How can I stop this?”

“There’s no stopping it.”

“There is. There has to be. Tell me how to stop this.”

“It’s already done,” I tell her coldly.

“I’ll marry you. If I marry you, will you stop this? I’ll never let it happen again. I swear, it’ll never happen again.”

“I’ll marry you tomorrow, Wild One, but that won’t change the Landons’ fates.”

“Please, please, please, Evan, don’t punish him for something I did. Punish me.”

“I am punishing you, Samantha. This will be a lifelong lesson because you’ll never forget his name. You’ll never forget the part you played in his life falling apart. You’ll never forget that if you’d just remembered that you aren’t free to give yourself to someone else, then none of this would have happened.”

“I’m yours, Evan. I’m yours. Don’t do this. Don’t force me to live with this guilt. Please, please, please.”

Clambering into my lap, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my back, pleading over and over against my ear while her tears soak the fabric of my shirt. Eventually, she cries herself to sleep, and I exhale, finally breathing a sigh of relief when I can wrap my arms around her and hold her the way I’ve been wanting to.

Once she becomes a dead weight in my arms, I carefully carry her to bed, stripping her dress over her head and removing the chains that are wrapped around her torso. Laying her back on the mattress, I cover her naked body with the comforter, then open my safe and put the chains back in the boxes.

Instead of closing it again, I search through the pile of boxes until I find the two I’m looking for. Lifting them out, I grab the other items I’ll need and head back to her, crouching on the floor by the side of the bed. Opening the first box, I take out the thin strand of chain and affix it around her wrist, sliding the padlock charm onto it before I fuse the metal together, adding another permanent piece of jewelry to her body.

Grabbing the second box, I replace the earrings in her ears with a new pair I picked out for her. This set are dark green emeralds, and as with everything else I’ve bought for her, they’re engraved with my initials.

Putting the empty boxes back into the safe, I add the earrings I just removed from her ears to her jewelry box, smiling at the small collection I’ve started for her. The safe is full of beautiful things I’ve had made for her. I could give her it all at once, but I’m enjoying gifting her one thing at a time.

Turning out the lights, I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed, pulling her into my arms as I slowly drift off to sleep.

23

SAMMY

My eyes feel gritty as I blink them open. Memories of last night assault me, but before I can process them, I become aware of the heat building in my core.

Sparks of pleasure burst inside of me, suddenly exploding as ecstasy pulses through my pussy, making my muscles clench and release as an orgasm plows through me.

“Good morning, baby,” Evan moans, lifting my leg higher and rutting deeper into me while his fingers work my clit, prolonging the pleasure that I’ve barely had a chance to understand.

Parting my lips, I start to protest, but his dick hits a spot inside of me that makes me see stars, and instead of telling him to stop and get off me, my eyes roll back, and I come again with a whimpering cry.

Last night, I cried myself to sleep, horrified that he really plans to do what he threatened and ruin a boy I don’t even know just because he put his hand on my stomach. I don’t understand how I’ve gone from tears of devastation to tears of pleasure as he fucks me to two orgasms only moments after my eyes have opened.

At the party and on the couch last night, I burrowed into his body, begging for his comfort, but he refused to give it to me, forcing me—just like he’d warned—to live with the consequences of my actions. I want to hate him, but this is my fault, not his.

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