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“Just think… you could’ve had me eight years ago.”
His eyes narrow slightly as he brings his eyes to mine. “Watch your tone, Parker. The scene isn’t over.”
“It isn’t?”
He chuckles, reaching forward and pressing a finger into my sensitive core, pushing his cum back inside of me. I moan when he does, and his eyes go dark again.
“Not even close.” Once he’s satisfied it’s deep inside of me, he removes his finger and licks it slowly, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. “I must confess, Juliet,” he drawls, his voice a low purr. “I held myself back, and I still need more of you. Of this. Of feeling you squeeze my cum out of me.” I try not to gasp, but my breathing stutters at his words. I open my mouth to reply, but he shakes his head. “Right now, however, I want to take care of you.”
My chest aches at his words, and he sits me up, walking around to my back and gently dusting me off. I hiss when he runs his warm hand over a sensitive spot that I’m pretty sure is bleeding, or close to it.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “Maybe I didn’t hold back as much as I thought I did.”
I swallow. “It’s fine. Sir.”
I feel his head snap up, but I don’t turn to look at him. He helps me stand, brushing me off and offering muttered curses any time he sees the slightest blemish on my skin. When he comes back around to my front, he studies my neck for a second too long, and I know it’s already bruised from where he choked me. His eyes skirt down my breasts to my hips, and then he’s reaching a hand and touching something on my lower hip. I follow his gaze, seeing the telltale ‘R’ of his signet ring forming a purple bruise below my hip bone, almost on my inner thigh.
I hear him emit a low growl as he traces a finger over it, and then he looks back up at me. Something greedy and covetous passes over his expression.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
I notice he doesn’t saytoday,orfor the duration of this scene,or eventhis week.
His.
But for how long?
He helps me into my underwear and bra, and when I scowl down at my ripped shirt, he chuckles and pulls his thermal off, offering it to me.
I try not to audibly inhale as I pull it over my head, but I can’t help that the smell of him makes me dizzy with desire.
I step into my jeans and shoes, and then I look up at him. Shirtless. Waiting. What’s his next move? Just as I open my mouth to ask, he cocks his head toward the trail ahead of us.
“Let’s go on a walk, Parker.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
THE WOODS
Chase
We walk deeper into the forest, and I blame the haze of fucking her for losing track of time, for not keeping tabs on where we’re going, or how long we’ve been walking. I pepper her with questions about her dissertation under the guise of her Dominant. I know she’s still sort of in subspace—so I’m probably taking advantage of the situation when I inquire about Dylan. When I ask about his inability to get her off. When I probe her for information about her other partners.
I try not to act jealous when she tells me about them. About having her, about the first guy to ever fuck her, not even ensuring she was ready.It hurt.That’s what she tells me.
I make a mental note to find out who he is, but before I file it away for later, she stops and looks at the ground.
“At least I got an A in his class.”
I stop walking as blood rushes in my ears. “What?” I hiss.
Her large eyes dance and skate over mine with apprehension. She looks so fucking small in my shirt. Vulnerable. Innocent. I’m suddenly filled with self-loathing, but I take a step toward her.
“He was my professor freshman year. He felt exotic because he was fifteen years older than me. We all went out for drinks one night after the class ended for the semester, and I’d had one too many drinks—”
“Are you telling me that your professor took your virginity?” I don’t mean to growl the words, but they come out harsh. Accusatory. She flinches at my tone. I reach for her hands and pull them to my mouth, kissing the inside of each of her wrists once. “Tell me.”
She shrugs and steps into me, and I pull her into a tight hug. “He took me back to his place. I was drunk, but he didn’t take advantage of me. Don’t worry. I wanted it. I was a freshman. I wanted to get it over with. As you may remember from… that night with you.”
