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“To be clear, I know about California and how guilty you feel about wanting to escape your loving, suffocating parents. I know all about how you resent their smothering love.”
“How—” I started before biting off the words.My journal.It was the only way he could know. I hadn’t even thought about it last night with the stress of Cayden moving in for a whole year. I hadn’t hidden it. I hadn’t done anything.
Cayden shifted back, his eyes rapt on my face, drinking in my emotions. He bent down so his face was level with mine. There was no escaping him.
“You read my journal,” I managed to get out. A hysterical scream threatened to burst forth. My blood raced with panic. Then, a new thought occurred to me. If he’d read about California, then he’d read a lot, maybe even the last entries…the dreams.
He laughed when my eyes widened, the realization crashing into me.
“That’s right…I read it all. It was riveting, the best thing I’ve read all year.”
I swallowed down my humiliation. I couldn’t let it take over right now. “So, you really came into my room when I was sleeping and looked through my stuff? Are you insane?”
Cayden laughed. “Now you’re getting it. I came into your room, poked around your things, and got a little peek into that twisted head of yours. Do you really like that stuff? Is that what gets you wet?”
My words strangled in my throat, my face heating to nuclear levels. My diary was full of random dreams, fantasies about wild things that I’d never be allowed to experience in my humdrum life. I was pretty sure other girls didn’t dream of running through town and being hunted down by a man who would take you no matter what, but then maybe they had some sort of freedom in their lives. Maybe they hadn’t been raised to be the good girl, the straight-A student, with zero alternatives. Maybe they didn’t carry the weight of their parents’ failed dreams on their shoulders.
Great, so now I was going to blame my overprotective parents for my kinky virgin imagination. And that last entry…it was damning. For years, my depraved little dreams had starred a faceless man in black, nobody real. My dream man hadn’t been real until the last entry. The subject of the last entry stood over me, satisfaction in his gaze. I could barely meet his eyes.
“So, you like stories where the girl is followed and chased…hunted down and fucked without mercy…” he trailed off and gave a raw chuckle. “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”
He reached up for my glasses. I tried to turn my head, but he brought another huge palm up and laid it like a necklace across my throat. Not pushing hard, but the pressure was enough to warn me not to move.
“You dreamed of me, Lily. Did you dream of me touching you like this?” His voice was a rasp.
I had the feeling he wasn’t joking around anymore. He was stone-cold serious. My heart pounded so hard, I was surprised he couldn’t hear it.
I shook my head, feeling a mulish need to deny everything.No. He can’t know. I can’t face him again if he’s really read that.I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until he answered.
“But I did read it, and what’s more…I’ve got the photos to prove it.”
My heart sank.
“I see you, Lillian. You saw me…and now, I’ve seen you,” he said quietly.
“I didn’t see anything,” I whispered.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s too late to go back. Now I’ve seen inside.” He tapped a finger to my forehead. “I won’t hesitate to let the whole school, and your parents, know what lies beneath this straight-A exterior. Got it? Don't forget that I'm at the top of the food chain at HHH, and you're at the bottom. Don't make me have to remind you.”
“What are you going to do? Hurt me?” I snapped at him, lunging for my glasses, only to have him squeeze my neck a little harder.
“Whatever turns you on,” Cayden murmured. “Feel free to let me know exactly what that is, or I can just read about it.”
“I fucking hate you,” I swore at him.
He nodded. “That’s smart, but it doesn’t matter. You also want me, and thanks to your little dream journal, we both know it.”
He stepped back, releasing me so suddenly I staggered forward, still half-blind without my glasses.
“Now that we’ve established who’s in charge here, let’s not be late for school. Before you go, and just to remind you of our relationship, I want you to wear these.”
He pulled something out of his pocket and put it in my hand. I stared down at the blurry shape.
The next moment, he carefully slid my glasses back onto my nose, making sure the arms sat perfectly on the tops of my ears. My panties came into focus. Yesterday’s panties that had been in the laundry basket. Heat scorched my cheeks as I turned them over in my hands. The scent reached me first. Earthy musk with a hint of salt.
Had he…come in them?I had zero experience with what a man’s cum smelled like, but I read a lot. It couldn’t be. Surely not. I blinked up at him. He was watching me with bemusement.
“Put them on and get a move on, or we’ll be late.”
