Page 100 of Under the Bed

Shiloh doesn’t give a fuck about science. I’m the one she cares about. I’m the one she’s mad at for being reckless. For my sick ways of entertaining myself. Of seducing her.

She mouths,Stop it.

The slight shake of my head makes her hands clench and unclench.

She sucks her lips in. I crave to force myself between them. Sink every inch of my cock down her throat while she moans around me. While her voice reverberates on my length.

“Glad you approve,” I huff, pointing a finger at the little hurricane that’s about to swallow the entire room inside it. I mean Shiloh. “Her turn to ask me questions.”

“Okay, okay.” The pervert’s good-natured expression doesn’t fool me.

The kids I slaughtered to avenge Shiloh were preppy. Wore suits to the police station. Smiled as they explained they were justmessing around, and that Shiloh couldn’t take a joke. High-fived each other when Mr. Talbot said,Let’s keep this between us and call it a day.

“Miss Talbot, you’re up.” He looks at her and I’m two seconds from tearing his leery eyes out. “Start slow. Safe. Okay?”

“Okay.” The word is a whip. “Jakob.”

The man who’s putting everything on the line to have her.

Her stepbrother who’s crazy about her.

“Yes, Miss Talbot?”

“I understand that your obsessions are intense.” She’s treading lightly, yet her voice trembles with anger. Her body is wound tight. “That they take over your life.”

“Yes.” I would’ve nodded to most people. Not Shiloh.

I want to talk to her. Fight her. Get under her skin. Deeper than I already have.

“Hmm.” Her hum is barely audible, but the anger is there. Live and fiery in the smallhmm.

“Hmm,” I parrot.

“To the point that…” Her chest expands. Rage swells within her. Whatever thunderstorm’s building up inside her, it’s about to unleash itself. On me. Fuck, it’ll be good. Fuck, I’m throbbing for it. “To the point of wanting”—her voice rises to a shriek in a matter of one single second—“to kill yourself? Is that where you’re going with this?”

“Shiloh!” Professor Pervert shouts, standing up.

He has no idea. No fucking clue that she’s not talking about suicide.

Shiloh is sweet and caring. Shiloh has loved me from the very beginning.

She understood me when no one else would.

My mask. My silence. The wall I’ve built around myself.

She would never suggest that anyone kill themselves, least of all me.

What she means is the risk I’m taking. That I might be signing my death sentence just by being here.

The stakes are too high.

I’m not going anywhere.

Whether she likes it or not.

Her pent-up anger has detonated, and it’s so motherfucking pretty.

“My office.” Professor Motherfucker throws his arm in the direction of the visitor’s door. “Now.”

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