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“You think you have a choice in this, Delaney?You’re mine.And if I have to tattoo my fucking name to the inside of your thigh to remind you of who you belong to, I will. Test me out, see if I’m joking.”

“No,” she whines, her face pushes into my throat while I ride her into the door, my hands on her butt, angling her just perfectly to take my covered cock, hard as stone.

“Yes.” I hiss.

“Lachlan…” I love my name on her tongue. “Lachie.. please, set me down. Please, this is dangerous.”

Only the despair in her desire-soaked voice makes me unwind her legs, putting her on the floor and I step back, breathing harshly as I drag two hands around my neck.

“IfI hadn’t promised my dad I’d meet him soon, you’d already be coming around my cock.”

By the way her face bleaches out she knows I’m telling the God’s honest truth. She has me so wound up in possessive jealousy, I feel part caveman to get her to admit she belongs to me.

“You can’t do that again. Not here. You promised, Lachlan. This is not a game!”

I glare, my chin presses to my chest, hands shoved in my pockets or I’d reach for her again. “This isn’t a game to me. Why can’t you just say you’re mine?”

Her sweet, lying lips open but no words come, and I approach slowly, dipping my head down to almost kiss the top of her head. “You’re mine, I’m yours. Get used to it, Laney. And don’t let that fucker flirt with you again, you wouldn’t like it if I did the same.”

She gasps and I hate seeing hurt fill her eyes.

“I’ll be at your place tonight. You can tell me you’re mine then.”

She whittles a nail between her teeth, eyes boring into me. “Maybe we shouldn’t….”

She’s backing away from me. Again.

I can’t take it. Tightening my jaw, I kiss the side of her face, sinking her scent into my bones, feeling how she lists into me. “I refuse to give you up, Laney.”

She’s mine.

I won’t take any other outcome.

In a matter of a few weeks, she’s twined herself around my blood and veins and there’s no end in sight.

Not for me and my mouse.

C H A P T E R 16

Delaney

I make it to the last day of school.

No clue how but I’m there.

It’s only been a semester, but it feels like a whole school year, what with the drama I’ve been internally dealing with at the same time.

Even as my colleagues toast drinks and congratulate themselves on a great year, all I can think about is how ethical it will be now to date Lachlan.

Not suspicious at all that I’m seen with a former student just days after graduation.

“Happy Summer, see you all next semester.”

Yeah, yeah. I just want to get home so I can finally breathe.

Had I known I was going to my new job to start an illicit, morally corrupt, all-consuming affair with a man everyone will judge me for, I might not have left Oregon.

But so far I can’t regret a second I’ve spent with Lachie.

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