Page 57 of Feel Free to Scream

He can't mean that.

"Provided you're happy to pay for your stay.The guys pay a thousand per week."

Ugh. I should have known.

"I can't afford that. That was my whole point, as you've clearly missed it."

"I know," he retorts with that smile.

The one that starts in one corner, before spreading, and showing his perfect teeth.

Predatory. That's what it is.I’ve finally found the right word for his smile, that never reaches his eyes, and the look he gives me all the time. Like a wolf who spots juicy prey.

"What do you want?" I force out.

Although I know.

"You can guess."

I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "I want you to say it out loud. I want you to hear yourself say that you're happy to take advantage of a girl who doesn't have any other choice."

"All right. Claire Fairmont, I am offering you a suite in the Vesper House, and in exchange, you're going to be my cum dumpster for the rest of the year."

He doesn't so much as hesitate, perfectly comfortable with the idea.

"I'll cover your room and board, and throw in any expenses you might have. Your duty will be to let me come inside one of your holes twice a day, every day. When I want, where I want."

I was so, so wrong. He wasn’t done this morning. He just didn’t have any way to bend me to his will yet.

And I thought I could shame the man into doing the right thing.

He likes this. Heloveshaving power over me.

"Don't worry. I'll either fuck your mouth or your asshole. We can leave that virgin pussy of yours out of the deal if you'd like. I'm not much for bloodsports."

"You'redisgusting."

He shrugs indifferently. "Take it or leave it. But I doubt you'll get a better offer, even in this town."

23

KELLER

I’ll say it: I was a bit of an ass. But she annoyed me, acting all hurt and betrayed, like everything was my fault, when in actual fact, all I’ve done was clean up her messes for the last couple of days.

Sure, I invited her to the party. But sooner or later, she would have seen something at Rothford. Everyone does. It’s not my fault her instinct tells her she should snitch.

Besides, I know she saw the faculty at one. It annoys me it took her until six to come. What did she do all afternoon? Try to find ways to sort her problems that don’t involve me, that’s what.

Claire is outraged by the term “cum dumpster,” but what am I supposed to call her? She’s still seeing that guy. The single text she sent him today wasn’t “by the way, I’m dumping you.” So yes, if she’s not mine, but she lets me fuck her for gain, she’s my little whore.

And frankly, I don’t mind that.

But she does.

Too bad, so sad.

I let her pace around the kitchen, her mind desperately fighting my offer. It offends her sensibilities. Everything I know from her file suggests as much.

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