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Chapter Nine

Dillon

Cressida says thatlike I’m going to walk away. Like whatever she did to get expelled is so bad, I couldn’t take it.

She doesn’t understand yet. She’s it for me. Her past doesn’t matter. I love her, and nothing will change that.

She’s tucked under my arm. I run my fingers along her spine, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my callused palm, but I can sense the tension in her body, the way she keeps glancing up at me through her lashes before looking away.

“What is it? Tell me why you were expelled.” I ask, keeping my tone gentle. I don’t want her to retreat. It won’t affect us, but I can tell it’s important to her.

“First, before what I tell you changes everything, I want you to know that today was the first time I ever wanted to...take a guy like that...in my mouth.”

Not sure where she is going with this, but okay. “You rocked my world, baby. I don’t mind if that was your first time.”

“It wasn’t my first time giving a blow job. It was the first time I wanted to.”

My hand stills on her back. “What are you saying?”

Someone forced her?

“My first blow job was on the dean of my university. I was a freshman. He didn’t force me, but I didn’t want to do it. None of us did.”

The hackles on my neck are standing up. “Cress—”

“Please let me finish.” She sits up, biting her lip, a hint of color rising in her cheeks. “It’s stupid,” she says. “You’ll think I’m foolish. I am foolish. I don’t want you to hate me.”

I tip her chin up so she has to meet my gaze. “You can tell me anything.”

She swallows hard, eyes shining with unshed tears. My heart clenches at the sight. Whoever hurt her will pay. “During rush week at my sorority, they had a...tradition. To initiate the new pledges.”

I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going. “What kind of tradition?”

“We were expected to...we were taken to the dean’s office. Two different pledges every night.” Her face flames red, but she forces the words out. “To give him oral sex. As a show of loyalty to the school or the sorority...I don’t know. I don’t think it was something the sisterhood ever came up with. But it was part of getting in.”

Rage erupts inside me like a volcano, hot and violent. If that bastard were here right now, I’d rip his fucking head off.

“I didn’t want to. But my dad told me I had to get intothatsorority during rush week or he’d pull me out of school. It was the only one he thought was good enough. I didn’t tell him what I had to do, but after hearing him talk to Blake...he probably wouldn’t have cared.” She huffs out a laugh. “I wasn’t a virgin, so I don’t know why it bothered me so much. It was just a blow job.”

“It doesn’t matter if you were a virgin or not. You didn’t want to. You shouldn’t have felt forced to. The dean should never have allowed that. Your organization should never have allowed that.”

Cressida shrugs. “The organization claims no knowledge. But it’s been happening for a long time. I bet my mom had to give her dean a blow job too. It’s just not discussed.”

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