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He knew. And he hasn’t called the campus security. Not the police.

I assume Shiloh had a hand in getting him to keep his mouth shut.

Which is precisely my point. He won’t call anyone. Won’t dare interrupt us.

No one’s stopping Shiloh from running her filthy mouth.

“Was she? Saving herself?” The pad of her thumb tugs at her bottom lip. “I assumed she was a virgin, but I wasn’t sure.”

The silence on the other side of the wall is no more. Sounds. Murmurs. I ignore them all. Focus on her.

And nod.

“Good, we’re making progress. I see that I was wrong before. You aren’t here to share.” Her eyelashes flutter. She presses her fingertips to her lips briefly then gasps.

My fingers flex on my thighs, my lungs expand.

I jerk my chin, motioning her to go on. See where she’s going with this.

“You feel guilty about making her bleed.”

I growl at the memories she evokes. My soaked cock. Her hymen. Fuck.

She hums softly, running a hand over the side of her thigh. Inches from where I cut her. She can’t reach the backs of her legs when she’s seated in this position. I bet she wishes she could.

I’m dying over here.

“Getting off on the blood, you’re tormented about it too.” Her voice grows hoarse, breathy. “It bothers you, this newfound obsession. Her blood. Am I close?”

This is it. The tipping point.

I can’t let this go on like this anymore.

“Kind of.” I straighten in my seat, becoming an active participant in my own game. Fighting back. “But not quite.”

“Oh?” She rounds her tempting lips again, her body leaning toward mine.

Let’s see if she can take it as well as she gives.

“There was more to it. The hunt, that’s what got me off. I hid under her bed while she undressed.” The fantasy is part fake, part what actually happened between us. My pierced, throbbing cock, however, is very real, and I cup it. Reminding her I shoved it into all of her three holes. “She left her bathroom door open. Put one delicate foot up on the sink to shave her cunt. That’s what tipped me off. That’s how I knew she’d been waiting for me.”

Up until now, Shiloh’s had it under control.

I’ve ruined it for her.

She changes the cross of her legs as her breathing grows labored. I’m pretty sure she has no idea she’s licking her lips.

“The razor slid so prettily over her pussy. Then she moaned. A soft sound, like the one she lets slip now.” I imitate the sounds Shiloh makes when I lick her. Suck her. Pound into her.

The voices in the other room are silent.

“Jakob. Um. Yes, this is progress. It’s great.” My sexy therapist’s sanity is tearing at the seams. Her pupils are huge. “Although, maybe we shouldn’t delve into too much detail. What about offering us a concise version of it? Same way I described it?”

“She had no idea I was actually there. But she needed me. God, she was so. Fucking. Needy.” My fingers curl around my knees, and I lean forward. Shiloh shifts uncomfortably in her seat. I’d give anything to shove her legs apart and see for myself how wet she is. “She couldn’t stop moaning while she spread her lips for the razor. Then she shaved some more. Moaned harder. She was dripping, Miss Talbot.”

Her heart thunders. I hear it in the silent room. I’m dying to close my fist around it. Own her in every possible way.

“H-how could you tell?”