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KALEB

F lustered. Shaken. Doe-eyed. Angry, too, somewhere beneath the layers of shock.

Her fingers grip her pen and legal pad hard. Hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

This.

This is what I imagined this afternoon would be like.

This and her evident trust.

There’s not an ounce of reprimand in her expression. In her voice.

Even though I lied to her. Even though I returned to the scene of the crime.

Even though I’m putting so much on the line.

Shiloh plays along.

A testament to the fact that I’ve done right by her every step of the way.

She needed my rough treatment. My cruelty. The pain .

She needed to see she could count on me from now until forever, and I did that.

Nothing made sense to her before I returned to her life.

Now it does. Now the pieces have fallen into place.

This is the best jigsaw puzzle we have ever completed. Ever.

“Okay. I’ll start over. But before we dive in, I have to point out that I’m a little out of my depth here.” Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip.

Others might mistake her behavior for shyness.

I see it for what it is.

Seduction.

Needless, really. I’ve been hard since I heard her heels clicking on the other side of the door. Throughout the entire goddamn day.

I tilt my head to the side, and she gasps.

“I’m alone here. My professor”—she presses her knuckles under her eye, pretending to shed a tear over the bastard—“was viciously murdered last night.”

“I asked for you,” I deadpan, making a point to her and all the other bastards who are watching that no one is better than Shiloh.

This isn’t part of the game.

This is God’s honest truth.

For me, she’ll always be the smartest, sharpest, most perfect person in the room.

Always.

“Eddy, his TA, could assist me. I could call him in.” Oh, I see what’s happening here. My little sister is getting off on the affirmations. She’s asking for more of my praise. “He’s right outside.”

“You.” I have words to offer her. So many of them. I’ll give her everything. Just not in the form of small talk. Of useless chit-chat.

She’ll have to try harder.

She’ll have to beg for it.

“Okay.” She presses a hand to her throat. I itch to lean forward, curl my fingers around it, and order her to do it again so I can feel the air flowing through it. “Well, let’s pick up where we left off yesterday. Just you and me.”

Yes, just us. Forever.

As my silence fills the room, she scribbles, the pen running over her legal pad. My name. The date. Documenting our session as any good professional would.

My body rebelled whenever Dr. Reynolds did that. When he wrote shit about me as if he had a clue. That legal pad from hell. I fantasized about tearing the paper, crumpling each one. Shoving them down his throat.

About stopping him from documenting my life.

I’m a monster, not a lab rat.

With Shiloh, though, I welcome it. I’m ready, willing, and hard to have her learn every single thing there is to know about me.

Watching her in a position of power just adds to how turned on I am by her.

She takes our role-playing seriously, and it’s hot as fuck .

“You mentioned your stepsister.” A twinkle flashes in her eyes. An eyebrow lifts. She’s up to something. “That you’ve been stalking her.”

A nod.

It’s a clipped, simple gesture. An impatient one.

My curiosity is overflowing. It’s insufferable.

“Are you here because you need advice on how to approach her?” Shiloh nudges the pen between her hand and the legal pad, freeing up a hand.

To do what?

My teeth bite into the inside of my cheek when she starts to move. She leans forward, angling her body in a seductive way as she shrugs off her blazer.

Slowly.

Giving me a view of her cleavage as she slips off one sleeve. She changes her grip, pushing the other one down her arm.

Too soon, it’s over.

But I have the hint of her tits engraved into my head. My mind fills in the rest. My mind remembers the red marks I left on her breasts.

“Guess again.” My voice is hoarse. My need for her is worse than getting a kick to the gut.

I’m not equipped to deal with these emotions.

And she knows that.

Her lips quirk into a small, satisfied smirk. Her nipples push against the thin fabric of her blouse.

I’m going crazy over here, and it’s maddening. It’s also safe to be myself around her .

“Okay. So my second guess is that you’re here to tell us about her. You met with her.” Watching her pink tongue swipe along the lip she just bit has my pulse racing. My hands grip the armrests. “You have no one else to turn to, and you came to share. This is a safe space for you. I’m glad you…”

Her mouth is slightly agape. She sucks in a breath, and her breasts stretch her shirt.

“Came.”

Jesus fuck. I’ve created a monster. A seductive, twisted fiend.

We’re different, she and I. Where I’m violence and destruction, she’s silence and apprehension. Where I’m bursting with hate, she’s the master of understanding.

There’s more to her, though. I’m dying to strip her of all her layers.

I’ll lose my mind while I’m dragging it out.

I huff, both annoyed and satisfied that she’s gotten under my skin.

“All right, then.” The thick mascara she applied accentuates the depths of her eyes. They’re fathomless.

I could spend a lifetime staring at those.

Shiloh won’t let me. Shiloh’s demanding that I look elsewhere by sliding a finger up the collar of her shirt. Slowly, she’s grazing the fabric. Tugging it down.

My cock has never been harder. Still doesn’t mean I’ll let her win. I press a hand to my thigh, running it higher and higher. Her eyes follow the movement.

Her cheeks burn red when I adjust the bulge in my jeans, her lips rounding into the shape of an O .

And I’m losing at my own game. Can’t stop thinking about shoving my fat cock in her mouth. Down her throat. Fucking can’t.

My brain is fried. That’s what it feels like. That’s what this need is. Complete destruction of my senses. Of my ability to control the situation.

“You’ve grown quiet,” she purrs, the sound reaching straight to my balls. “It’s counterproductive, you know, keeping things bottled up inside. Since you’re here, I’ll help you out with it. I’ll start, then, hopefully, it’ll be easier for you to share.”

Helping me in any capacity would be having her down on her knees. Between my legs. Sucking me off.

I say nothing.

“So, you and her were intimate last night. Am I right?”

The understatement of the century. I defiled you, brat, and I’ll do it a million times more.

I shrug.

“Could she tell you’d been stalking her? Was she expecting you?” Her finger slides along her collarbone. Going up, until her hand is on her chin, rubbing it seductively. Teasing her bottom lip.

The effort she puts into winning this game is going to be the death of me. She’s pushing my buttons. Begging to be punished.

She will.

She’ll live to regret it.

Despite the frustration of losing this game, I’m eager to see where she takes this.

Another nod .

“Hmm. As the late Professor Dempsey said yesterday, it’s reassuring.” Her smirk stretches as her index finger rises to tease the area below her bottom lip. My cock jerks. “Hearing your relationship is consensual. You must have given her a heads-up. And since she agreed, she must’ve been wanting it for years. I assume she was…How do I phrase this? Professionally speaking?”

My clothes are too tight. My mask is suffocating me.

Get a fucking grip. You can’t fuck her here. Can’t end this game so soon.

I taste blood on my tongue. My teeth latch violently to my bottom lip to silence my frustrated groan.

To hell with my most basic desires. I’ll beat her pretty, tight pussy with my cock later.

“Naked.” Shiloh makes the word sound so vulgar. So crude. I’m speechless. Starving for what’ll come out of her filthy mouth next. “She must’ve been out of her mind by the time you showed up. The anticipation. After years of saving herself, I bet she was already lying in bed when you showed up. No clothes on. Legs spread.”

If Douchebag Dempsey were still alive, he would react.

He’d either scold her again or bend her over right here in front of everyone. He’d have turned into an animal.

He’d try, at least. Before I’d have both my thumbs up in his eye sockets to pop them out.

Alas, he’s in the morgue and Eddy is here.

Eddy had a very good idea of who I was when I showed up today. The real me. Earlier today, he couldn’t stitch two words together. While he was working on his laptop in his ten- by-ten office, I stomped in. Cast my long shadow over the miserable bastard.

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?”

“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. We have 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, and fuck . “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.