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"And again, why do you care? You're not even assigned to my case anymore. Don't you have another job to get ready for?" Anger flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't respond. I hope my words hurt him just as much as his earlier ones hurt me. I want him to feel how much it stings to have someone discard you so easily as if you never mattered. I want him to drive himself crazy with thoughts of me and who I could possibly be with. I want it to drive him crazy to know other guys are waiting for a chance with me—a chance he had and completely blew it.
"My job has always been to keep you safe?—"
"It used to be. You said you were leaving so leave. I'm staying here." I tighten my arms across my chest and continue staring at him. His jaw tightens as he stares me down before he shrugs.
"Fine. Then I'm staying with you," he says and walks back toward the house.
"What? No!" I scurry behind in and grab his arm. "I don't need a babysitter, Trent."
"Well, if you're not leaving, neither am I." He disappears back inside the frat house, and I groan out into the night air before following him back inside.
I make a point of ignoring him as I continue partying with Veronica, taking in more drinks and deliberately dancing withother guys. No matter where I am on the dance floor, I can feel Trent's eyes on me like a laser. Each time our eyes meet across the room, I notice the annoyance harboring in his irises as if he's counting down the minutes until he can toss me over his shoulder and force me to leave.
After a while, I look around and no longer see him standing in the corner of the room. I spin around but only see a sea of faces that aren't familiar. I push my way through the dancing bodies before I stumble into the kitchen. Trent is still nowhere to be found. My hands fumble around in my pocket to pull out my phone as I lean against the kitchen island. Where did he go so fast? If he made it a point to stay this long, why leave without saying anything?
"Hey, Siri, call Trent," I say into my phone, way too drunk to try to find his contact. Before the call could connect, a hand covers my mouth and pulls me backward toward the back hallway. My muffled scream is muted by the music, and no one notices what's happening. I try to flail my arms, but alcohol makes my limbs heavy, and fighting only makes me nauseous. It's almost as if I'm having an out-of-body experience, simply a bystander with no control over what happens.
And as this person holds me in a tight grip as they discreetly pull me up the stairs, I can't help but both wish Trent were here and curse him because he's not.
19
TRENT
Ipull Morgan into a room and lock the door behind me. She stumbles a little when I let go of her, squinting against the bright light when I turn it on. I watch as she blinks a few times, anger coloring her features before her dainty fists pummel my chest.
"Have you lost your mind?!" she screams, still swinging at me. I grab her hands to stop her but don't say anything, giving her a moment to calm her fire. Her chest heaves as she glares at me, the moment ending when Brody's muffled words grabbed her attention. "What the hell? Brody? What's he doing here? What have you done?"
"Do you want to see what happens when you let someone else touch you?" I growl.
Every single time I thought I could just walk away from her, she always did something that showed me I couldn't. I thought I could just stand there and watch her have fun, only acting like a bodyguard to keep her safe. Considering that she's rich and popular, it wouldn't have been seen as unusual for her to have a bodyguard while at a party. But I couldn't stand to watch undeserving douchebags who didn't care about her touch all over her. I couldn't bear to see the hunger in their eyes asthey looked at her as if she were prey they hoped to get lucky with. And the longer I watched them, the more two particular thoughts became crystal clear in my mind.
First, I'm jealous of the idea of another man touching her.
But most of all, Morgan Thomson is mine.
Morgan blinks at me and shakes her head. "You're completely off your rocker, Trent. I'm out of here," she says, turning and heading for the door.
"No, I'm simply showing you what happens when people touch things that belong to me," I state, my voice firm. My words halt her steps, and she slowly turns around, looking at me with wide eyes. We stare at each other in silence before her eyes move to my hostage.
"Why do you have Brody tied up?"
"To teach him a lesson," I say with a shrug. Even after I'd originally punched him, he kept gravitating toward Morgan, touching her in ways he had no business doing. "I wonder how I should do that, though. Should I...take his entire hand? Or maybe a few fingers. That'll teach him not to touch things that don't belong to him."
His eyes widen at my words as Morgan gasps. "What? No!" she exclaims. I meet her gaze.
"Then how do you propose he's punished, then?" I ask with a raised brow.
She comes back over to me, her rosy cheeks turning a little bit more pink from both the alcohol in her system and the lust bouncing in her bright eyes. "Maybe...there's another way to punish him that'll teach him the lesson he needs to learn," she murmurs. She stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine, cautious at first as if she's expecting me to reject her. She tastes of cherry and tequila as her tongue finds its way into my mouth and a soft moan leaves her lips. Brody quickly falls fromexistence as I wrap my arms around her, walking her backward until she falls onto her back on the bed.
I look over at Brody. "Watch and learn, as this is the only time you'll learn this lesson," I warn. "Next time, I'll gouge your eyes out and cut both of your hands off if you touch her again."
"Enough with the villain monologues," Morgan says, pulling me closer to her. My fingers quickly unbutton her jean shorts and pull them down her legs as I kiss her long and deep, my cock already thickening in my jeans at the thought of being inside her again. I now realize how much I actually want her, that selfish part of me allowing myself to fall deeper into her web, knowing that it's dangerous.
She's already so slick between her legs, her panties wet and molding themselves onto her skin. I lick my lips as I peel them off her and pull them down her legs. "It's a shame you can't see how wet she is for me," I say to Brody before leaning forward to use the tip of my tongue to part Morgan's wet lips. "Or to be able to taste how sweet she is."
Morgan's fingers find their way into my hair as her moans fill the room. Deep groans escape my throat as I lick and suck her clit, her moans sending goose bumps along my skin. She's so sweet, her flavor exploding on my tastebuds and embedding itself into my senses. Her slick walls clamp around my fingers when I slid them inside her, my cock throbbing in anticipation of having that same tightness squeezing my cock. It's obvious that I can't stay away from her even if I know I have to. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know I can't keep fighting the connection we already have. Our relationship status is a problem for another day; right now is all about staking my claim so that no other bastard will think she's available for them to touch.
"Trent, I need you," she moans. I look up at her with heated eyes, latching onto her clit and sucking with light pressure until she's bucking against my face. "Oh my god, yes!"
