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“What? I’m just saying. You’ve got that post-emotional-apocalypse glow.” “Shut up.” “Ladies,” Lewis’s voice cut through our whispered chaos like a scalpel. “If you’re finished solving world hunger, we can begin.” Cleo slid lower in her chair. “Oops.” I smirked because apparently self-preservation wasn’t on my agenda today. Lewis launched into the lecture, something about

Still, I obeyed. My lips parted, and he slid two fingers inside-past my teeth, onto my tongue, deep enough to quiet whatever questions still lingered in the back of my mind. I moaned, my throat vibrating around him, my cheeks flushing with heat. Saliva pooled, my jaw ached, and the taste of him filled me

I’d seen Ethan’s face that night, wide-eyed, broken, duct-taped and bound to a chair, when Adrian tied me to the table and took me apart piece by piece. When he leaned in close behind me and whispered, “Let him see what he threw away.” And apparently, he did. He saw everything. The way I begged,

He wiped the mess with his thumb and shoved it into my mouth. “Taste what a good girl you’ve been.” My tongue curled around him instinctively, eyes fluttering shut. Then he grabbed me, rough and commanding, hoisting me back onto the leather table like I weighed nothing. My back hit the cool surface, legs dangling

I hesitated, just for a second, but that was enough. He was on me in an instant, his hands rough and impatient. He yanked my shirt over my head, the fabric tearing as it caught on my earrings, and then he was pulling my skirt down, leaving me bare and exposed. No teasing. No warm-up.

Adrian turned, walked back to his car, and drove away like nothing had happened. But my knees didn’t stop shaking. Not even when I went inside and closed the door. I dropped my bag by the door, immediately hit by that familiar scent of home-vanilla candles, Cleo’s expensive shampoo, and the lingering ghost of last

I dropped my overnight bag by the stairs and immediately felt my shoulders tense. Nothing had changed. Not the screaming, not the chaos, not the way this house seemed to exist in a permanent state of barely controlled disaster. And maybe that’s what hurt the most-coming back to the exact same dysfunction I’d been running

“I need to ask you something,” I said, stepping forward because retreating was for cowards. He nodded once, slow and deliberate. “Ask.” “What…” I swallowed hard, trying to find words for questions I didn’t know how to ask. “What are we?” He tilted his head like I was speaking a foreign language. “You’re my student,

I was so completely fucked, and not in the fun way. I burst into the restroom like I was fleeing a fucking crime scene. My chest was doing that thing where it forgets how to work properly, and my reflection looked like I’d been hit by an academic truck. Red cheeks, eyes that had apparently

He reached forward, one hand slipping around my throat, pulling my body back against his chest. “Not yet,” he hissed. “You’ll come when I own every part of it.” Then his hand slid down again, fingers finding my clit and pressing hard, fast, in tight circles that made me see stars. “Now,” he growled. “Now