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I don't know what he wants me to say, but I'd tell him just about anything to make him continue this.

"Tell me you're mine, Hestia. Say it or I swear, I'm gonna stop fucking that cunt raw, and come on your skin like that freshman instead of making you come again."

The threat has immediate effect. Sebastian isn't Raphael. He's not some guy I don't know or care about. I want him to keep ramming inside me like this, until we're both sated. "I'm yours. I'm yours. Please, please make me come."

He growls, and brings his lips to mine.

It occurs to me, somewhere very far at the back of my tired, overwhelmed mind, that it's the first time he's kissed me. And then he's pinching my fucking clit and thrusting so fast, I lose it.

I'm screaming through my second orgasm, clenching around his cock again, when finally, I feel warmth flood my insides as he grunt over me.

I don't know how many seconds, years, centuries pass as we both breathe, deep, hard, fast, waiting to return back to earth.

Then the dick is laughing."If I'd known some cock is all it would take to make you pliant, I would have screwed your brains out much sooner, darling."

He’s such a jerk.

21

I'm not freaking out. Why would I freak out? I'm just a young, healthy, single adult, who had casual sex with a hot, equally single guy. It happens. And it happened in private, so no one needs to know. There's no reason why Mother would hear about it.

My law classes bore me to tears at the best of times, but I can barely follow a word on Monday. I’ve always had a knack for studying, so even with my distraction, I can catch up on whatever I missed later.

By the time I make my way out of Silver Hall on Monday, I'm wondering whether I should just go hide in my room for the rest of the day. Or forever. At least, I have The Origin of Myth to look forward to tomorrow.

"Hi, Tia!" someone else says, waving my way.

I've had random greetings all morning. Nothing weird, no one said a thing, but I blush all the same because I know how, why, they recognize me now.

They were here last night. They saw me…do that.

I spot Raphael, who grins like a Cheshire cat, and I want to die.

What was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking at all, that's the problem. I was drunk on cock, and pretty blue eyes, and whatever unearthly charm Aurelius Sebastian Keller has under his sleeves.

I’ve only just left the building, heading toward the library, when steps join mine. Again, though I don’t get a look, I just know it’s him. Maybe it’s the length of his looming shadow, or his seriously amazing smell. Or just an awareness I can’t explain.

“I don’t need a bodyguard, you know.”

“Now, why would you?” Sebastian retorts. “Lovely jeans, by the way. Love the way it showcases that ass.”

I glance down to my new skinny jeans. I seriously love wearing something so casual, something I was never allowed to own before, and Mother be damned. It’s a risk, but after yesterday, I didn't even think about the wardrobe change as rebellion.

I've done much, much worse.

“Thanks. I—” Now that he knows a little more about my life, I don’t see the point in hiding what’s going on. “Mother has been pretty strict about clothing. This is actually the first pair of jeans I’ve ever owned.”

He whistles. “Damn. That’s a crime to that ass.”

“Stop flirting with me," I hiss. "You know I can't—we can't…"I don't know how to finish that sentence. "Last night was a one-off. I can't afford to go against what my mother expects."

“No, I suppose not,” Sebastian agrees easily, stuffing his hand in his pocket as he leans in, and lowers his voice. "Not in public anyway. But what exactly stops you from spending your lunch break with your legs over my shoulders while I eat you until you forget your name, huh?"

Oh.

That's…a pertinent question.