Page 501 of Filthy Elites

“You run ten miles every morning?”

“Sometimes at night too.”

“You never used to run.”

“I never did a lot of things until you invaded my life.”

“Why are you pretending that I was such a fucking monster?” he demands.

Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and inhale, attempting to calm my flaring anger. “You can keep me here, you can control my life again, you can force me to sleep in your bed and have sex with you, but you don’t get to know what’s going on in here.” I tap at my temple.

His hand wraps around my neck, gripping me tightly as he backs me against the refrigerator, the glass cold against my heated skin. My heart is racing and it’s not through fear, or at least it’s not all fear that’s making my skin tremble and my nipples pebble. Firm lips find mine and he plunders my mouth, not touching me anywhere else other than the palm around my throat and his lips on mine.

I should fight, knee him in the balls or claw at his hold around my throat, but instead I melt into him, kissing him back as I tangle my fingers in his shirt and wrap my legs around his hips, grinding my sore pussy against his hard dick.

A moan of protest falls from my lips when he pulls away, ending the kiss.

“Looks like I’m forcing you, doesn’t it, little bird? It’s time to stop pretending I’m the bad guy when you want me as much as I do you.”

“Enjoying sex isn’t the same as wanting you,” I rasp.

“You’ll learn to love me the way I love you, and if I have to do that through orgasms, well that works for me. You’re mine and I’ll make you love me, make you want me, make you need me. Go shower and get ready for class, I’m not in until later so Clay’s going to take you.”

“I’m not a child, I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you won’t run if I let you go out on your own.”

Lifting my gaze, I try to make myself seem honest and calm, but the truth is we both know I’d be gone the moment I got a chance, and he’s smiling before I’ve even opened my mouth.

“Exactly, you’re a flight risk, Starling, so it’s either a babysitter or you stay here.”

“I hate you,” I snarl, pushing him away from me.

His smile is sinister. “I’m okay with that.”

“I need my stuff from my room.”

“The door’s open, but I want you to wear some of the things I bought you.”

“I told you most of that won’t fit, you bought clothes for someone who looks like Courtney, not for me,” I snap. “I’ll let her know you got her some gifts, I’m sure she’ll be more than grateful.”

“We’ll go shopping after class and you can pick things that will fit your body until you put on some weight. I plan to make sure you eat properly from now on.”

Rolling my eyes childishly, I stomp up the stairs and into my turret. Yesterday morning I was so grateful for the peaceful space, but now all the joy has been sucked out of the room. Turning on my shower, I wash and then wrap myself in a towel and open my closet door. It’s empty, entirely empty, all of my meager belongings stripped from the rod and removed while I showered.

Anger barrels through me and I drop my towel to the floor and descend the stairs completely naked, the multitude of bruises Sebastian’s rough treatment has given me clearly on display. Throwing open the door to his room, I find him sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, his cock hard and straining at the fabric.

“Come here, little bird.”

“No, I need to get ready for class,” I protest, trying to step around him. Snapping his hand out, he grabs my wrist as I pass and hauls me back to him.

“Get on your knees.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Get on your fucking knees, your cunt must be sore, but I’ll fuck it if you force me to. I told you all my cum was for you, so get on your fucking knees and open your mouth.”

My shocked gasp is so loud it’s almost funny. “You can’t do this…” I whisper.

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