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Blood flooded my groin and I tipped my head back, resting it on the leather backrest of the chair. I hadn’t expected that using my powers like this would feel so addictive.
There was this toxic magnetism in it, in realizing this was a line we couldn’t uncross now. The restraint had always been there between Mason and I, but now it was cracking, shattering. And there was almostreliefwith the destruction of our previous boundaries.
I downed the rest of the aither in my glass, my cock hardening.
When we were together in the past, it’d been a never-ending battle. We both switched, and it wasn’t easy. It was tiring and violent and nasty and constant. Neither one of us wanted to fully submit to the other, and that dynamic alone was a reason we never would’ve worked out, but in those tangled depths, in the midst of drowning with him…
It was everything.
I’d never wanted anything like that. Not until Dakota dug her way into my consciousness, and I found something I wanted evenmore.
My palm drifted down until it was pressing on my erection, my skull instantly filling with thoughts of her. I’d never felt like this before, never taken anything other than a distanced, professional interest in my students. But with Dakota…
I needed something soul-consuming from her. Something disgusting.
I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
Tie her down and make her come until she begged me to stop.
Do more than that. Fuck hermind, too.
She wouldn’t drown with me. She would starve. Piece by piece, stripped down to what I wanted most, shaped in my hands. It was the only way I knew how to nurture.
I was torn, splintering into two burning halves. She was like Mason, self-destructive and desperate and harboring a dark kind of violence inside of her. But, in the same breath, she was everything different. I needed to hold her in my fist, mold her and shape her, take care of her in my own way.
I needed to own her in a way I never could’ve owned him.
I needed to make her see herself the way I saw her.
My fingers worked my pants open then pushed my boxers down, wrapping around my dick.
I knew exactly how this ended, and I still couldn’t stop myself from beginning it again.
Chapter 37
Dakota
As I sat in class watching Dr. Killshaw lecture, I called himMicahin my head dozens of times, just memorizing the shape of the word. I thought about his hand gripping my arm, his low voice in the front seat of his truck. His eyes caught on mine several times, and each connection felt like another injection of shameful lust into my bloodstream.
If I wasn’t in class and surrounded by so many of my peers…
Fuck. Enough.
I forced myself to look out the window despite the wetness between my thighs.
By the time class ended, I was convinced that I’d been possessed by something because the only thing I was capable of doing was staring at his rolled-up shirtsleeves and imagining how his voice would sound much lower and much closer to my ear. Unfortunately, I still had to go talk to him.
So I waited in my seat until the room was empty, like I always did, and he waited for me to come down to his desk once that happened, like he always did.
“Do you want to work Saturday?” he asked, leaning back against his desk.
“For how long?”
“Whole day. But we’re going to have to start a little later since I’m busy in the morning, and that means we’ll be ending later, too.”
“That’s fine with me.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek.
“Alright. I’ll see you then.”
