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“I saw it on her thighs.” Images flash before me. That first time I gave Shiloh pleasure. My fingers curled inside her pussy. Her arousal soaked my wrist. Fuck, the orgasm she fought to hold at bay. “Even from my place under her bed. I’d never wanted anything more than to pin her to the wall and devour every drop. Straight from the source.”

She loses her grip on the legal pad and pen. They fall with a clatter on the floor. “Sorry. So sorry.”

“When she was done, she cleaned herself, climbed on the bed, and moaned again. The mattress groaned while she fucked her hand.” As Shiloh bends to pick her stuff up, I don’t stop torturing her. I lay it on thick. Seducing her. Moaning for her. Making a mess out of her. In public. “That was my cue.”

“Maybe we should respect her privacy? Stop here?”

“Why?” I shrug one shoulder. Cock my head to the side. “I didn’t. I didn’t care that she wasn’t actually waiting for me. Or calling me.”

Shiloh gasps, the sound incredibly sweet. Because she knows this one thing.

I was always coming for her. I was coming for what’s mine, no matter what.

“Yes, Miss Talbot. I lied to you when I said it was consensual. That she was waiting. No. She was just shaving her pussy. But she was mine nonetheless.” I rub my cock over my jeans. Once. Shiloh presses her lips together, silencing a moan or another gasp. “I told her so when I slid out from under the bed. When I wrapped a hand around her throat. When I had the other over her mouth.”

“That sounds illegal.” Illegal, yes, but Shiloh’s clenching her thighs. Her blush creeps up her cheeks.

So much blood is coursing through her body.

It reminds me that the cuts on her ass and thighs have partly healed. That I have more untouched flesh to play with. I want that so much it hurts.

I’m desperate to pounce on her.

But I’m not done. This is our last chance to play this game.

Before I use the surprises I have in my hoodie pocket on Shiloh. Before we head home for good.

I have this.Wehave this.

“Nothing illegal about taking what’s yours. Besides, she needed me. One moment, she screamed into my palm, and the other, when I rolled her nipple between my fingers and tugged, she was back to moaning. She cried and dry-humped me.Couldn’t help herself. She cried harder when I forced her to the bed. When I slapped her pussy.”

“Enough,” Shiloh breathes the command, her voice choked. The sweet scent of her cunt filters into my mask, andfuck. “Jakob. Mr. White. The session is over. We’re done. Out.”

She’s right. The session is over.

Now I’m fucking done.

Without another word, I get up and leave, knowing she’ll follow.

27

KALEB

Rain has been pouring outside since just after we entered the school’s clinic. Now it pelts against the windows. Harsh and unforgiving.

The sound of Shiloh’s heels behind me is louder.

A sharp, harsh clicking in the empty hallway.

She should’ve left the room through the other door. Should’ve joined her peers before following me.

She didn’t.

Fortunately, no one cares about her. No one followed us out here.

Maybe they’re curious about me, and Eddy is holding them back.

Who cares?