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I thought he wanted me.

What did I do wrong?

“It’s late,” he says, sliding down under the comforter.

That’s it. He goes quiet.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of his breathing until it evens out, and I know he’s fallen asleep.

Then, I let myself cry.

Chapter 14

Draco

Iwake up before Mercy does—probably because my cock is fucking throbbing.

Thankfully, I’m turned away from her, so she can’t see or feel anything, but I can feel her pressed against me, the warmth of her backside pressed against mine.

Mine.

My fucking girl.

Especially after last night. She came for me. Came allover my fingers.

When I lift my hand to my nose, I can still smell her.

Fucking delicious.

I sit up in bed and look over at her, taking in the sight of her. A halo of soft, chestnut waves frames her face and cascades across her pillow. Her lips are parted slightly, a silent invitation. Her beautiful eyes are closed, long dark lashes laying across the swell of her cheekbone. It’s not very often I get to see them. Usually, they hide behind her glasses.

I could take her now, fuck her while she’s sleeping.

But no, that would be too easy.

I want her to beg for it.

I tear my eyes away from her and stand up, careful to move slowly so I don’t wake her up.

Each movement is calculated, precise.

I know exactly where to step to avoid the creaks in the floorboards.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I can’t help but think of the power I hold over her. She is light, purity, and I am the darkness that will consume her.

But she stays.

Does she stay because she needs me, or because she knows she belongs to me?

Either way, it doesn’t matter. I get what I want.

The bathroom door closes behind me with a soft click. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. There is a hunger in my gaze, like a lion staring at a zebra.

I’m so close to turning her into something I can mold.

All I have to do is shatter her, and she will belong to me.

You have to break the bones to set them, after all.

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