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He’s not allowed to eye-fuck you or fantasize about you,Carter had said, and I know Brad feels the same way.

“We should do lunch. I’d love to talk more about what you’re doing for grad school. Might give me some ideas for next year,” Dan says, stealing my attention back.

“Oh, you’re a junior?”

“Yep,” he says. “And I’m desperate for some direction.”

“Unfortunately, I’m flying by the seat of my pants, and I really need to go. Later,” I say.

He starts to say something, but I move through the crowd until I see Brad standing there, glowering. His hands are shoved in his pockets, and even though there are plenty of older students, grad students, T.A.s and others walking around, Brad stands apartfrom all of them. Mostly because he looks pissed—really pissed. I swallow with some difficulty and try to get to him.

I take a breath and walk toward him, willing to put a stop to this right here and now, but when I should be standing toe-to-toe with him… he’s gone. I look around, send him a text asking where he went, but have to give up the search and retreat to class.

“I’ll just deal with it when I get home,” I tell myself. “It’ll be fine.”

And I’m sure it will be, especially if I can tame this annoying, frustrating headache that’s been pulsing in my temple since the end of last class.

Stress is going to kill me yet.

Chapter eight

Brad

Itold her to stay away from him. I told her that she’s ours, but Katie loves riling me. She loves not listening. And seeing her talk to him, seeing her mentally check out while he was looking her over like she was his for the taking… that’s not allowed.

Each time she opened her mouth, I read her pretty pink lips, waiting for her to say she has a man. I’d take that since explaining ‘boyfriends that started as step-relatives’ might be a little difficult. But she didn’t.

She said ‘later’, and I know how a college-age kid will take that. He’ll think shewantsto run into him again and he’ll work hard to make it happen. I have no doubt that he’s eager to strip her down, to taste her comments instead of listen, and to sweep her up into a relationship she’s not available for.

Logically, I know that it’s not Katie’s fault. She’s beautiful and men want her. She could wear sweats and oversized hoodies and it wouldn’t keep dicks away, and Dan is a dick. I saw it while Katie was watching me. He couldn’t pry his eyes from her ass.

All that warmth and excitement, that sweet energy that would normally make a woman like Katie drop her guard, had been gone and he became just another frat boy wanting to fuck a woman. He’d eyed her like I’ve seen dogs eye meat.

I should be pissed with him, should be ready to beat him to a pulp, rip out his eyes for how he looked at her, to choke him with his own tongue. But that isn’t as easy.

Right now, I want to grab Katie from class, pull her into an office, an alcove, somewhere that we just might be seen and fuck her like the naughty slut she is. I’ll take her ass, finger her pussy, choke her with whatever I can find and make sure she comes all over my cock while thinking of thisDanwatching.

She’s mine, and if he’ll only respect that through violence or my arm wrapped aroundmyslut, then the options are clear. So, I follow him instead of letting Katie find me. He lives in a frat house, and that night, I hear him talking.

Lucky me, they’re pot heads who leave the windows open to ventilate.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this innocent little senior is begging for my cock. She was so tuned out when I was talking to her that I know she was fantasizing,” Dan the Dick says.

Another guy scoffs. “You’re full of it. You said that about another girl and never got laid.”

“This one’s different,” Dan argues. “She looks innocent, but there’s this glint in her eyes, this edge to her that says she’s naughty. I bet I get a few drinks in her and she spreads her legs like a good whore. Hell, I bet we could all have a taste of it and she’d thank us then ask for more.”

I grit my teeth and curl my hand around my keys. The pain of the metal biting into my palm grounds me. Going in there and stabbing him in the cheek with my keys, then decking each of his friends who are laughing, would get me tossed in jail. Carterwouldn’t tolerate that. He’d let me sit there at least overnight and brag about getting more time with our girl.

Not an option.

Not an option.

My phone buzzes, distracting me for a minute and inspiring the next idea. It’s currently not a possibility to walk in there and ruin them, but I can record what they’re saying.

I hit record while still telling myself that walking in there and ending this problem before it can get worse isnotan option.

I repeat it even as Dan’s comments get more and more disgusting, more and more humiliating.

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