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He cupped his forehead. “Zadie…I want to say yes to every fucking thing you ask, but I really need the quiet for now. Why don’t you go watch TV in my room for an hour? Then I’ll give you as much attention as you want.”
“Fine.” Lifting his hand to my mouth, I nibbled his index finger. “I’m going to check in with my mom.”
His brows rose. “Nothing?”
Officer Ryder was continuing to be less than helpful. If not for Max’s illness, I didn’t doubt my mom would have flown up to Oregon to do her own investigating.
“We’ll see.” I held up my phone. “I’ll be in your room. Take your time. I’ll just be snooping through your things.”
His laughter followed me out of the kitchen.
I flopped back on his bed, texting with my mom for updates. Ryder had told her Drew’s parents were giving him the runaround, but he would be “following up.” My mom wouldn’t leave him be until he did, that was for sure. The upside was I hadn’t received any more notes, and nothing like the library incident had happened again. That didn’t mean I wasn’t still on edge any time I wasn’t with Amir or my friends. Since Drew, there hadn’t been a time where I’d ever fully relaxed.
I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I was aware of was Amir's mouth on my jaw, working his way to my neck.
“No hickeys,” I mumbled.
“Mmm.” He had me trapped beneath him, holding my arms over my head. “Sleepy, mama?”
I opened my eyes to his and shook my head. “Not anymore.”
He sat back on his knees and flipped my skirt up around my waist. My panties came off easily after that. He placed my legs on either side of his knees, spreading me wide. Then he looked. His eyes raked over my core, studying me like a piece of art.
I started to reach for him, but something black on my arm stopped my movement.
Amir. Amir. Amir’s girl. Property of Amir. Amir. Amir.
His name was down the length of my inner forearm in stark black. In small letters and large, he’d branded me.
“What is this?” I asked. “Tell me this isn’t Sharpie.”
His fingers slipped inside me, making me gasp. “It’s Sharpie.”
I held up my other arm, but all he’d drawn on that one was a small heart with anAin the center.
“What did you do?”
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot on my inner walls that made my eyes roll back. And they did, because I couldn’t help it, but I tried to squeeze my legs closed to push him out of me. Amir kept up his treatment, caressing me from the inside, adding his thumb to my clit from the outside.
“Stop it,” I whispered. “I can’t believe you.”
“Really? You can’t believe me?”
My eyes shot open. My glare would have had more impact if I hadn’t been panting. Or maybe not. Amir didn’t find me intimidating in the least.
“Why?”
“Because,”—shifting, he braced one hand beside my head until he was over me again—“my beautiful, sweet, angel of a girlfriend likes to walk around campus like she isn’t taken. She likes to go to sleep at night without me. She’s mine, but no one knows it.”
He thrust his fingers in and out of me. There was no anger behind his words or the way he touched me. Amir was bringing me to pleasure even while he was disappointed in me.
“I don’t like any of those things,” I protested weakly. “Iknow I’m yours.”
“That’s right, mama, youaremine. You fell asleep in my bed today. When I lay my head on that pillow tonight, I’m going to be smelling your shampoo, missing your fucking soft little body next to mine. I’m sending you home with my name on your arm so you don’t forget, because I never do.”
He dipped to run his tongue along the curve of my bottom lip and groaned.
“Sweet, even when she’s angry,” he murmured.
