Page 108 of Swallow Your Sorries

So there’s no need for her to be so nervous. So jumpy, as if I’ll press her head onto the table, kick her legs wide and ram my cock into her wet hole right this second. Because despite how badly I want to, how desperately my cock’s aching for a reprieve from the one girl it’s been lusting over for two years, I won’t. It simply isn’t good enough yet.

But she doesn’t know that. And sheisnervous, her fingers playing with the pleats of her skirt as I flick the ancient latch on the door closed.

Good. I like that I make her nervous. I like that she’s scared and soaked, confused and hating me but wanting me all the while.

And I know this because she can’t help but stare at my lips. My throat when my sharp Adam’s apple bobs. My jaw when it clenches or ticks.

“If we do this, the interlude,” she says, licking her suddenly dry lips and taking a step back as I stalk closer. “Then we should discuss some things first.”

“Go on,” I say, keeping my steps measured.

“You ruined my private tutoring sessions with Sylo.”

“Because you broke my rule. I told you, you’re mine. How could you think I’d let someone else play with what’s mine?”

“I’m not damn cattle.”

“But you are a dove, my dove. Every hair. Every pore. Every hole. Every heartbeat. Mine.”

She swallows, something pooling in her eyes and between her legs that I’m desperate to touch again, but she’s not ready despite her words.

“You want an interlude?” I say, but it isn’t a question. “Then you follow my rules without me making you. Without me marring the souls of anyone you ever dare to be alone with.”

“It isn’t like that with Sylo. I genuinely just wanted lessons. Don’t you realise that not everyone has ulterior motives like you? Some people are just nice, or decent.”

“I can’t relate,” I say simply. “And neither can Sylo. Are you really that naïve? That innocent to think he’d look at you twice if I hadn’t branded you?”

She lifts her chin, feigning the same confidence that I can’t understand for the life of me why she doesn’t already have.

“Why not? I thought GantfuckingAuclair had superior taste?”

“Precisely why he wants to get his filthy fingers inside of you. To play your chords and pull your strings to see why I need you so badly. But I know you wouldn’t have let him.”

“You don’t know what I would’ve done. That’s why you stuck yourdovein a cage. In detention to keep hersafe.You may have a four-figure bill tomorrow, by the way. Courtesy of your minion Rin in the computer lab.” She arches a brow. “Unless, of course, you’re ready to set me free back to my mother. Because there’s no way I can pay for it.”

Rin. Noted.

A low chuckle escapes my throat. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Her smug expression falls.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t pay for.NothingI wouldn’t do to keep you right where you belong. With me, including in any private sessions. So if tutoring is one of your terms, consider it already done.”

She just stares at me.

“What’s confusing you, dove?”

“You said you wanted to destroy my dreams and yet you’re willing to help me improve my dancing just for—”

“Sex?” I ask. “It’s not just sex. It’s the therapy I’ve needed for two years.”

“You thinkIcan give you therapy after everything you think I’ve done?”

“I know you can.”

“This doesn’t make any sense. It’s just pussy.”

“No, it’s not. If it were just that, I could’ve had it six ways since Sunday. And you don’t believe that either. That’s why you’re offering yourself to me on a silver platter, because you know I wouldn’t barter for anything less.”

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