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Now I’ve said all those things, the ghost of what could happen rises between us. It makes it harder to control myself, to resist doing what I want to do. Touch her, kiss her, taste her.

Have her.

I lower my mouth to hers before she can say anything. I half-expect her to shove me off her, but she doesn’t. Her mouth opens slowly underneath mine. I kiss her, deep and slow, tasting her, exploring her. Her tongue meets mine, shy and sweet, sending blood rushing to my cock.

Now I’ve started kissing her, I can’t stop. My hunger, rather than abated, is whetted. I crave more.

My mouth slides from her, and I kiss her jaw, her neck. She pushes her head back, exposing her neck to me. There is a little constellation of beauty spots on her skin—I kiss them all. I find her pulse point and bite down gently on the skin, sucking on it.

A tiny whimper of pleasure breaks the silence.

I look up; our gazes meet. There’s shock on her face. Her cheeks are crimson. I let out a low laugh of satisfaction and kiss her greedily. She might not want to admit that she wants me, but she can’t hide how much she’s enjoying this.

My kisses become deeper, dirtier. My hands roam her body, palming her breasts, tugging on the hem of her T-shirt. She’s wearing panties underneath it, and I slide two fingers between her legs to find the fabric warm and wet.

“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips. I move my mouth to her cheek, kissing her temple, speaking against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet, trésor. I want to taste you. I—”

Anaïs’s eyes go wide. She looks at me as if she’s just broken out of a trance. Slamming her hands against my chest, she shoves me off her. I move back, and she scrambles away, cheeks ablaze.

“You—you should go,” she says. “Please, Séverin.”

“What?”

“I already let this get too far. You should go.”

I sit up slowly, incredulous. “You’re… rejecting me?”

“I’m stopping you from making a mistake,” she says, tugging her T-shirt down and tucking her hair behind her ears. “You’re drunk, Séverin. If anything happens now, we’ll both regret it.”

“I never regret anything I do,” I tell her with a glare, getting to my feet. “You’re just too proud to admit you want me.”

She licks her lips nervously. “I didn’t say that. If you came to my room sober, then it would be different.”

“If you reject me now, do you really think I’ll come crawling to your bed like some pathetic loser?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she answers calmly.

“Fine, then.” I’ve never felt angrier in my life. My entire body shakes with frustration and fury. I pierce her with a hateful look. “Your loss, trésor. I’ll just go find someone else.”

“Yes,” she says, nodding slowly. “I think that’s probably for the best.”

She doesn’t even have the courtesy of looking jealous. For someone so new to Spearcrest, Anaïs knows how to play games just as well as any Spearcrest girl. Without another word, I turn around and storm out of her room, slamming her door shut behind me.

As soon as I’m back downstairs, girls crowd me. But it quickly becomes obvious that neither I nor my cock are in the mood anymore. Anaïs’s rejection and insulting dismissal hit me like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flames of desire she’d kindled so high and bright.

Extricating myself from the arms of art girls, I make my way to the kitchen. With any luck, I’ll drink myself into a coma and wake up with no memories of this tragic night.

Chapter 14

La Chapelle

Séverin

Iwakeupwitha pounding headache and a sore neck, draped on a couch. A bottle of champagne is still nestled in one arm, and my leg is propped on a girl who looks more passed out than asleep. Bottles and cups litter the floor and furniture, and stark daylight filters in through the shutters, casting bleak light over the mess.

“Fuck.” I groan, wiping my hand across my eyes.

The sound of quiet footsteps on creaky wood makes me look up. A tall, willowy figure makes its way down the stairs. My stomach churns.

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