Page 47 of Oblivion

I try to stay awake, but as my eyes finally close, I can’t help wondering what tomorrow will look like.

I wake up to the sound of Evan’s panting breaths behind me and the feeling of his hands on my hips, keeping me still as he fucks me, his hard dick pushing into me, his heat warming my core.

“Fuck, I love you, Wild One,” he pants into my ear, banding his arm around me and pulling my back into his chest from behind.

The moment I’m fully awake, I realize what the fuck just happened. “Did you fuck me while I was asleep?” I hiss.

“I couldn’t wait. You’re so fucking beautiful like that,” he says, his tone entirely unrepentant.

“I was asleep,” I snap, trying to wiggle out of his hold so I can turn and glare at him, but he just tightens his arm, keeping me in place.

“Next time I’ll fill your mouth with me, then I’ll wake you up to swallow me down.” He chuckles.

“That’s fucked up,” I pant, my body coming to life as his dick grinds against an unsatisfied spot inside of me.

“How is it fucked up to want you so desperately I can’t wait to have you?” he asks, his tone earnest.

“Because I can’t consent unless I’m awake,” I jab.

“I don’t need consent. Your body said yes a hundred times. You moaned and whined and ground your wet little cunt over my dick all fucking night. You purred when I finally pushed into you.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie? I’d planned to push my dick back into you either way, but I didn’t plan to fuck you until you started grinding on me.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I snap, shoving at his arm again.

“You’ll feel better once I’ve made you come.” He chuckles, forcing his hand between my thighs and rubbing at my clit until I implode in a quick fast orgasm that makes my legs tingle and my eyes feel like they’re rolling back in my head.

“Is that how it’s going to be now? You thinking you can just use me like a Fleshlight?” I hiss, once my breathing has settled.

“You just came so hard you almost broke my dick. Are you seriously complaining right now?”

“Yes, I’m complaining. I’m not your sex doll.”

“You can be if you want,” he purrs seductively. “I could strap you to the bed, then only release your limbs long enough to move you how I want you. Think of all the fun ways I could fuck you while there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I shudder at the image he’s just created, but it’s not from arousal. It’s from repulsion.

“Not your thing, okay,” Evan says easily. “I should have known that you’d hate being tied down. You don’t want to be physically forced. That’s not your kink. You want me to own you so fully that you simply do not have a choice.”

“No, that’s…no,” I protest, but it sounds weak even to my own ears.

“Let’s get up. The others will be excited to see you, plus you need to go get your schedule sorted.”

“You didn’t pick my classes for me already?” I ask sarcastically.

“Why would I pick your classes?” he asks, relaxing his hold enough that I can turn my upper body to see him, even though his dick is still inside of me.

“You orchestrated me being back here, I figured you’d already have my class schedule sorted.”

“I brought you back here because it’s where you belong. With me, with the others. I want you to be happy, and I don’t care what classes you take or what degree you get. I don’t give a fuck if you want to give up school entirely and decide to take up tarot card reading. You can do and be whoever the fuck you want to be, as long you’re mine.”

His sweet, brutally honest answer throws me. I guess I’d expected him to be a dick and insist I do the degree of his choice. But then I realize that none of the guys have ever exertedtheir control like that. Starling, January, and Bunny may have given up control over almost their entire lives, but never their education. As long as they were here at Kingsacre, their choices were their own.

It was Drew who had tried to make those kinds of decisions for me. Before Clay hacked Harvard and rejected my place, Drew had told the school I’d be majoring in English literature because it was a generic, non-offense degree that his potential voters had zero opinion on.

How is it possible that Drew’s behavior was unreasonably controlling and not Evan’s?

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