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“I know what a man who needs a good dicking looks like,” he says huskily. “And I know what a woman who isn’t getting it looks like, too. Lena may as well buy stock in Hitachi.”

The blood that isn’t already in my face rushes down past my stomach and into my groin.

No. Stop. Shut up.

“You’re disgusting,” I manage to get out, but my voice sounds shaky and weak.

Dante grabs me under my jaw.

My cock twitches hard, and as his big, warm hand squeezes my jaw tighter, my hips shiver.

“A-Ah.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and grab his wrist, but don’t pull his hand away, just hold him.

“You’re disgusting,” he growls at me. “Little dirty boy who can’t admit what he wants.”

My breath is stuck in my throat. My head starts to spin, and all I can do is whine. The sound sends embarrassment rushing down my spine, and despite everything I think I know about myself, my dick throbs in response.

“Listen to you, whimpering like a little bitch. You don’t want Lena. You know that. She doesn’t make your dick hard. If she did, you wouldn’t look like you’re about to fucking jizz yourself in the parking lot.” Dante’s face moves closer to mine. His fingers dig into my skin, and all rational thought leaves my head.

The only thing that stops me from moaning is the sound of a car pulling into a spot nearby.

I quickly start to compose myself. No one can see me like this.

“Let me go,” I spit out. I squirm and yank myself out of his hold, but I know if he wanted to keep me there, he could.

Dante glares at me as I stumble backward. My legs are shaky.

“I’m going to have you, Ethan,” he tells me matter-of-factly as he steps a bit closer, but doesn’t touch me. Still, I find myself tilting my head up to look at him. “You’re going to figure out what you really want…and I’m going to own every single inch of you.”

I can smell him—his musk, the cigarettes…the hint of sex in the air around us.

“In your dreams,” I manage to gasp.

6

DANTE

Ican still feel Ethan squirming in my hand and his pulse against my palm. Going to class after that is pointless, since I can’t focus on a single thing that’s being said. All I can do is imagine Ethan jacking off in his car after leaving me.

I left him out there to come to class. I didn’t want him to be the one to walk away from me. He couldn’t have that control over me.

Look how well that’s going.

I’m the one sitting in class, hard as fuck, thinking about the sound of his little whimper. I could make him whimper so much louder.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I stare absently at the board behind the professor.

I’d almost been worried that I was lying to myself about Ethan—that I was watching him for no reason, that I was losing my mind, that he isn’t gay. That he’s happy and straight, completely out of my grasp.

Now I know for sure that’s not the case.

The look on his face when I touched him, when I blew smoke into it, when I told him I’ll own him…it was so perfect. So fucking pathetic and needy.

It only makes me want him more. Ineedhim even more than before.

Ethan can pretend all he wants, but I know the truth. I feel it in my bones. In my blood. The pull toward him is so strong that it hurts.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.