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I eased forward, his dick slipping out of me. The emptiness I felt when he was gone was startling, and I wanted to ask him to push back inside. But I didn’t, spinning in his arms instead to press our naked chests together and wrap my arms around his neck.

“You’re hot when you’re all growly and possessive, telling me you’re going to breed me and then being able to feel when you do it.” I also loved knowing part of him was still inside me. “In case you didn’t notice, I came completely untouched.”

“Oh, I noticed,” he murmured, dipping in to kiss me. “I think you unlocked a new kink in me.”

“You’ve never done that before?” I asked, curious.

He laughed. “No, definitely not. I’ve never felt so territorial over anyone ever. I’d smother you in my jizz if I could.”

“I’d like it,” I whispered. “I like having you inside me.”

Groaning, he palmed my hips. “Turn around and show me.”

I bit into my lip but slowly did as he asked.

“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing against the small of my back so I’d bend at the waist. His hands slid over my bare ass, then gently parted my cheeks. Arsen blew out a breath as I felt his stare. “Yeah, definitely a new kink,” he said, swiping his thumb through what was slipping out and gently pushing it back inside me.

I whimpered, and he shifted, pressing a kiss against the shelf of my ass.

“Mine.”

We were lucky there was an attached bathroom to the bedroom we were in, and we used it to quickly clean up before pulling on our clothes.

“When we get home, you need to shower,” he murmured, shaking out his jacket and pulling it around me.

“This is yours,” I said, pointing out the obvious.

“And you’re going to wear it.” He gestured for me to push my arms through. “I’ll wear yours.”

I wrinkled my nose. “But it’s all nasty.”

“Exactly why I’m wearing it and you aren’t.”

A tide of emotion caught in my throat. The fact that he so willingly put me first broke me down in ways nothing else could. He owned me. He might not know it. I might not be able to voice it. But it was no less true.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked, unable to tell him all the things he made me feel but wanting to show him I didn’t plan on letting go.

He nodded, the movement wildly overexaggerated, and it made me laugh.

“Come on, princess,” he said, tucking the jacket close beneath my chin. “Let’s get out of here.”

It took less time to get out of the house than when we arrived because Arsen didn’t stop to talk to anyone and made a beeline for the door. My back was slightly achy, my lower half sore in ways it had never been before. I settled into the ache, maybe fixating on it a little, enjoying the sensation of being well fucked and owned. Marveling in the fact Arsen possessed unmatched ability to distract me from my own demons, granting me a little reprieve.

Just off campus, on our way to my townhouse, the flash of red and blue lights appeared behind us. Straightening, I glanced out the back window, noting the police cruiser right on Arsen’s ass.

A little blip of the siren accompanied the flashing lights, and I turned back to him.

“What the fuck now?” He muttered, slowing to pull onto the shoulder of the road.

I hoped the car would pass us, but no such luck. It pulled off the road and right up behind the Mercedes.

“Were you speeding?” I asked, knowing he wasn’t.

“No.” He confirmed.

“Maybe you have a taillight out,” I guessed, biting into my bottom lip. Anxiety formed in my chest, creating an intense foreboding that I wished I could reach in and rip out.

The one bad thing about Arsen’s ability to calm my haywire nervous system and somehow soothe my physiological responses was that the relief—even if it was short-lived—made the affliction feel worse. Almost as if I’d been lured into a false sense of security. When it was inevitably ripped away and my brain started misfiring, the panic seemed to snowball because I panicked about panicking as if I’d forgotten this was my usual state.

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