Page 24 of Sinful Chains

"I know where you are at all times, Princess."

If it was anybody else, I'd have enough red flags waving in my mind to host a running of the bulls. But it wasStorm. He would never do me harm. Ever.

I pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "How did you manage to accomplish that?

"I put a tracker on your car."

His strong hands went to my ass, squeezing possessively.

"What do you get out of that?" I asked, my interest piqued.

"Torture," he said matter-of-factly. "When you're not in my arms…when my eyes aren't on you…" he trailed off, squeezing harder. "I have to sit with the fact that the rest of the world has access to you and I don't. Which is my fuckingnightmare."

I nodded slowly, my eyes locked on his. "But knowing you like I do…"

A slow grin spread across his handsome face. "You already know, Princess. That shit turns me on."

Hearing about it was having the same effect on me.

Our mouths met again, but hungrier this time. Our tongues touched, sending heat through my veins. We lingered there, not hurried, not urgent, just a quiet, lazy exploration of our longing and need. He hardened beneath me. I grinded against him. It was the kind of careless making out that teenagers do, when that's all youcando, full of passion and desperation and pleasure.

Storm made me feel like I was sixteen again.

I pulled away to come up for air, giving myself a much-needed break from the danger that was this man. I was falling. Fast.

"Do you remember the night I took you to Entra?" he said.

I frowned, confused by the randomness, but not the least bit surprised.

"Which part?"

He blew out a breath. "You asked me if I ever fucked a student."

I sat straight up, putting a few inches of distance between us. The tightness in his jaw and lips told me I needed to pay very close attention now.

“She wasn’t my student. Not anymore,” he explained. “I've had plenty of offers, butI never crossed that line. It was after she graduated.”

“Then why are you tell—”

“I need you to understand something.” His gaze softened while his grip on me tightened. “I trusted her. We’d built a rapport. I thought there was a mutual understanding between us, so I let her in. I shared a part of myself with her that I hold real close.”

I nodded my understanding.

“We were together, if you can call it that, for a few months. After a while, I could tell she wasn’t in it because she enjoyed the power dynamic. She didn’t care about me. She just liked being fucking rude.” He shook his head, his voice going sharp when he said, “Me being me, I cut that shit off.”

“What did she do?” I asked, anger simmering in my veins. “What’s her name? Is she still in Miami?”

He chuckled, moving a hand down to squeeze my ass. “Calm down, Princess.”

His smile quickly faded. “You know Score My Professor?”

I nodded.

“She wrote a review there. Anonymous, of course. She gave me four stars for teaching and one star for ethics. In her comment, she went in on me. She was very detailed about my…preferences. She said I liked being tied up and degraded. That I was a pathetic loser behind closed doors.”

My breath hitched. “Fuck her,” was all I could manage to mumble.

“I was pissed,” he continued. “Mostly because of how reductive it was. You can’t describe what gets me off in a little ass paragraph. You gotta write a ten-page essay for my shit, know what I mean?”

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