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“I don’t—um…”Therewas the hesitation I’d been looking for.
“Zadie…” I tugged on her chin, drawing her face alongside mine so I could speak low in her ear. “Do I own you for now?”
She finally nodded.
“Then you’ll always tell me when someone or something threatens your safety.” With her chin in my hand, I forced another nod out of her.
“Well…” she tucked her hair behind her ear even though it was already there, “I’m scared of you, so—”
“You should be. I’m not a good man. But you still have to come to me with shit like this. I’m bad, Zadie, but I’ll beyourbiggest bad when it comes to anything that threatens you. What will I do with a broken pet?” I clicked my tongue on my teeth. “No, I need my pretty little pet whole.”
Her soft jaw tightened. Zadie was sweet, kind, and she went along with the law I laid down without much argument, but under her surface, she was bucking against me. She held it in, unlike the night in her dorm room when she told me she’d never be with me, that sleeping with me was akin to losing her mind. And hell, she’d been right, but I’d wanted it to happen anyway. The image of her soft and pliant and writhing beneath me was forever burned into memory. Even now, when I was pissed at her for a multitude of reasons, I was picturing her like that, and my dick thought that was reason enough to punch at my zipper. It didn’t help she smelled like berries in the rain and her angry panting reminded me too much of the sounds of her coming.
“He’s left a few notes. I don’t know if it’s Drew or someone else. My lawyer in Oregon said the restraining order still stands. She’s also checking in with the officer who handled my case. I haven’t heard back from her yet, but I’m…” She exhaled a ragged breath.
“Fucking terrified?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “I don’t know if I want it to be him or someone else.”
My fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “Better the devil you know…”
“Right.”
“You don’t keep anything from me again, Zadie. You’re mine. What happens to you is my concern. You get me?”
She nodded in my periphery. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna take you back to your dorm now. Take the night to get your head straight. Julien and Marco can starve.”
Shifting in her seat, I felt her eyes on the side of my face as I drove. “What about you? Are you starving too?”
That voice. Goddamnthat voice. It had gotten in my head too. When she wasn’t angry, when she was just talking to me like anyone else, she sunk me. Her words were crystal clear, like a glacial spring, but there was nothing cold about them. She wrapped every syllable in a fleece cocoon. It probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but I felt the warmth in her words. More than that, her voice was sweet in a way that wasn’t put on. It was just her. Pure Zadie. Like a sexy-ass preschool teacher or something.
I didn’t like her having this effect on me. Not when she didn’t mean it or want it. I shoved away the desire to keep asking her questions so she’d keep pouring her honeyed words into my ear. No one had power over me, especially not little girls with soft bodies and angelic faces. Never going to happen.
“Nah, I’ve been eating elsewhere. It’s all good,” I replied, knowing the implications in my response.
“Oh.” She shifted again so she was looking straight out the windshield. “Good.”
I pulled up to the curb in front of Zadie’s building. She scrambled to gather her things, but before she could escape, I wrapped my fingers around her arm. She looked at me over her shoulder.
“Need you back at the house tomorrow. I’ll pick you up after your last class.”
Her eyes flared with surprise. “No, you don’t have to. I—”
“It wasn’t an offer. I said I’ll pick you up.”
One nod. She gave in easily. She must’ve been really afraid if she was agreeing without a fight. Why did that make me want to lock my doors, drive her to my house right now, and keep her in my room until whoever was fucking with her marched themselves into an early grave?
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered.
“You will. Now, get the fuck inside and text me a picture of you in your bedroom. I want face—not feet or pillows. Face, Zadie.”
She threw herself out of my car and made a beeline inside. I sat there, waiting for her text. It took five minutes, then there she was, sitting on her bed. Scrunched nose, rosy cheeks, pouty bottom lip. No cleavage, no body, and still, my dick pressed against my zipper.
Me:Good girl.
Zadie:Goodnight, Captor. Thanks for the rescue.
I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, done with this girl. If I looked at her picture for another second, I’d find a way to get to her, get her on her back, and finally sink into that pretty pink pussy of hers.
If that happened, if I allowed myself to give in to all the urges I had when it came to Zadie, I had no doubt I’d be well and truly fucked.
