Page 8 of Almost Rotten

Somehow, everything got twisted up.

She’s confused. She’s forgotten.

She was supposed to fuckingwaitfor me.

We’ve been at Holt for less than two months, and she’s already given herself to a man who humiliated her on the first day of class.

Not only that, but sheaskedhim to fuck her inmyfucking jersey.

She was supposed to be mine.

She was supposed to fuckingwait.

Forget possession.

Pure obsession has taken over.

The visceral, pulsating need to mark her and keep her curls around every muscle in my body. Every tendon, every ligament is barbed wire, locking in my fixation.

I was patient.

I’ve been willing to fucking wait.

I thought that once we were here, together again, once we’d settled into a routine, all the pieces would click into place.

But she didn’t fucking wait for me.

All that patience was in vain.

Now I’ve got a lot of ground to make up.

Sawyer may have given up on the idea of us. But there’s never been a shadow of a doubt in my mind that we’ll be together.

She’s mine.

I’ll make sure she knows it. I’ll make sure everyone knows it.

Starting right fucking now.

According to the clock on the wall outside the lecture hall, class starts in two minutes.

I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I tried.

The whole class will be in there, seated, ready to witness the two of us when we stride through those doors together. They’ll see it, and he’ll see it, too.

Professor Eden is about to learn the hard way what happens when he fucks with what’s mine.

With a steady grip on her hand, I whisper, “You know what’s on the line, petit diable. Don’t even think about trying to shrug me off or putting any kind of space between us.”

Sawyer glares up at me, pretty brown eyes rimmed red, the skin around them splotched and swollen from crying.

Will she cry when she chokes on my cock for the first time? I can’t wait to find out.

“You don’t control me, Ty.”

“Au contraire,” I tell her playfully.

I’ve never been more in control in my life.