Page 80 of Broken Lines

“You’re sure?”

“Completely.”

I grin. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

I slowly pull my phone out, waiting for him to try and snatch it or something. But he just casually looks away towards the windows.

“It’s stunning when the storms roll in from the ocean like this. I should really get a good camera or something out here.”

I unlock my phone with a few taps and bring it up to start capturing the swirling black clouds outside.

And then he’s on me in a second.

I gasp as his hand shoots out faster than I’d ever imagine, grabbing my wrist tight. And before I can even process what he’s doing, his other hand yanks my phone—myunlockedphone—out of my hand.

“You fuckingasshole!”

Jackson glares at me with a sneer, that charming little—well,act, I guess it was—dropping like rock from his face. His lips curl as his eyes flicker with steely blue fire.

The devil reveals himself, after all.

His gaze swivels to my phone in his hand. I lunge for him, but he easily keeps me at bay with one arm as he breezily scrolls through my fucking phone.

“You can’t do that!”

“I’m literally doing it right now.”

“Fuck you! That’s my personal property, and my personal information on—”

“And if it turns out itisjustyourpersonal information, then we’re fine,” he smiles thinly. “But if there’s more pictures or anything else pertaining to me or my house on this, I’m keeping it, and you’re fending for yourself outside.”

I hiss at him, lurching for the phone again. But he’s…big. And even if he’s more lean-muscled than some kind of gym-addicted muscle man, he’s still strong as hell.

My teeth grind as I watch, helplessly trying to squirm past his arm against me as he casually pokes around my phone. I mean it’s not like I have anything horribly scandalous on there.

I tense, brow furrowing.

I mean I don’tthinkI do. Aside from those stupid changing room pictures—

“Innocent schoolgirl gets seduced and dominated by rough hung professor.”

My fuckingsoulshudders in horror. My entire being shrivels, turning to ice before shattering into pieces on the floor at my feet as Jackson speaks the words.

“Oh,please,” he chuckles darkly as I go still against his arm, my face white.

“Please, tell me you haveno ideahow this websitepossiblygot opened in your incognito mode browser tabs.”

I try and swallow, but I can’t. Instead, I wish for an asteroid to come crashing through the ceiling and end my torment and suffering. But no luck.

Yes, I know damn well what the video is. I mean, I don’t let men touch me, but…I’m only fucking human, and I have needs and urges.

It’s just that,ideally, those needs and urges staycompletely fucking hidden away, never to be flayed open in front of me.

And certainly not bythis man.

I finally manage to swallow the lump in my throat. I still can’t actually look him in the eye, but I at least raise my gaze to his mid-chest.

“Give me. My phone.”

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