Page 184 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
What could go wrong?
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With every step, I felt him—etched into my limbs. From the tight ache in my legs and back to the dark bruises bloomingacross my hips, reminders of his grip. Even the rub of thick denim against my tender skin felt like a reward.
Judging by the number of messages he’d sent, I was clearly still living in his head.
After two weeks of non-stop fucking, the obsession hadn’t waned—it had deepened. Intensified.
I sat in the furthest corner of the canteen, anticipation curling low in my stomach as I opened his messages. He’d been nasty. Depraved. Just how I liked it.
Alistair:You left your vitamins on the counter.
Alistair:Again.
Alistair:I swear you do this just to get punished. Wait till you get home.
I giggled, already picturing his face. Yup—his prenatal and supplement regimen was non-negotiable. So, I rebelled the only way I could, by taking them in the evening instead of the morning. A tiny, petty detail that drove him insane.
Alistair:I know you did it on purpose.
Alistair:-D FAILED.
Alistair:I’m picking you up—be ready.
Alistair:What do you want for dinner tonight?
I grinned from cheek to cheek. This man made me so frikking happy. Every day, we grew more comfortable. Closer.
And the sex? Top-tier. The things that nasty bastard did…
I shivered.
He hated the days I snuck back to my place, and it was getting harder to keep lying to my housemates. The only thing stopping him from full implosion was the upcoming summer break.
I scrolled down and saw the photo.
A selfie of us.
I remembered that morning vividly. He’d woken me up still buried inside me from the night before. I was asleep in the photo, mouth slightly open, and he was grinning down at the camera. That filthy smirk said everything—even with the glare from the flash.
The accompanying message didn’t surprise me.
Alistair:Missing my tight little cocksleeve. ??
Me:Would sending me a dick pic once in a while kill you?
His response was instant.
Alistair:I told you, I’m not doing that. It looks fucking abnormal when I get the whole damn thing in.
I choked—then burst into a full belly laugh. The fact that he’d tried was killing me.
Alistair:Why did it take you so long to respond?
Me:Just got out for lunch. Thanks for packing it for me. ??
I sighed, glancing down at the box he’d packed: fruit, my favourite chicken wrap, and a single Babybel.
