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A sleek black Audi was parked outside, drawing attention. This wasn’t the usual type—it looked sporty and high-end. The driver’s door opened, and Alistair stepped out, wearing sunglasses and his usual casual attire.
A few guys who’d paused to admire the car quickly moved on when they saw who it belonged to.
Alistair walked straight toward me.
Just the memory of him inside me made me clench my thighs. I still ached from yesterday, each bruise on my hips and ass a reminder of his savagery—the kind that didn’t feel cruel, just… uncontrolled.
“Hello,” he purred, reaching for me.
His arms slid around my waist, dipping me backwards before kissing me full on the mouth.
I gripped the nape of his neck, breathing in the woody scent of his aftershave, opening for him. He growled and plunged his tongue deep, making me moan into his mouth.
And for a moment, I forgot everything.
Even the fact that I never told him where to find me.
His hand slipped from my waist down to the curve of my ass.
My backpack slid off my arm and hit the ground as he gave me a final peck on the lips.
I couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but his mouth curled into a smirk.
“Ten minutes, huh?”
“Come take a nap at mine,” he murmured. “I’ll help you revise. Then go home for your movie.”
He didn’t need to tell me what else was on the menu.
After a brief pause, I nodded. Only then did he pull me up and scoop my backpack off the ground like a gentleman—or a villain in disguise.
I couldn’t tell which one he was.
The conflict was real.
He put my bag on the back seat before opening the passenger door for me. Despite the heat outside, the car was cool inside—sleek and quiet, just like him. I buckled my seatbelt while he climbed in and revved the engine a few times, then indicated and pulled out.
“I didn’t know you had two cars,” I said, admiring the smooth, understated luxury.
“I keep this one in the garage,” he replied, placing his hand on my thigh like it belonged there.
“How was class?”
“I fell asleep,” I grumbled.
“You should’ve gone to bed earlier.”
My head snapped around so fast I felt the muscles in my neck strain.
“Perhaps I could have—if someone hadn’t kept sticking his dick inside me,” I huffed.
“Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “I have a technique that’ll help you nap.”
I folded my arms over my chest and stared out the windscreen.
“I’m sure you do,” I said dryly.
