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Noah stands, his muscles tight, his face unreadable.

But he doesn’t walk away.

And that’s enough.

For now.

Chapter 17

Noah

Dragging my fingers through the warm water, the bubbles accumulate fast, forming a thick layer over the surface.

Before tonight, the bath salts and bubble bath tucked under my sink had been long forgotten, an unopened, useless gift from a student who probably assumed I had a partner who would appreciate them more than I ever would.

They had been tossed under the sink, buried and ignored, until now.

Until her.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

A gift from one student, now used to relax another student, one I just fucked senseless, one I just ruined.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The way she makes me feel when she enters a room is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

The way my body and mind ignite when I touch her, when I hear her whimper my name, makes me question everything.

Why have I ever laid a hand on another woman before her?

Craving her pain, I also crave her gratification.

I’m addicted to her pleasure.

The way she fights for control, the way she forces me to give her what she wants, it’s unlike any other sexual experience I’ve had.

Most women shamelessly submit, letting me fuck them into obedience, into silence, into nothingness.

But her?

She fights back.

She makes me earn every scream, every moan, every fucking piece of her.

And somehow, that only makes me want her more.

Staring at my reflection in the hazy water, I let my fingers drift to the back of my neck, grazing over the ridged scars hidden beneath my hair.

A familiar sensation, a memory etched into my skin, one I never let myself linger on.

But she saw them.

And for the first time, I saw fear in her eyes.

Not the intoxicating kind that sends shivers down her spine when I claim her.

But something else.

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