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Liam
I follow Harper out the door and down the hall. I’ve got a perfect view of her ass. It’s probably my favorite part of her body. And I’ve spent a lot of time considering all the parts of her body.
While she was mostly correct in why I wanted to be her partner, there’s also the fact that I’m crazy about her. I should want to kill her for what she did to me last semester. Instead, I spent most of break picturing her naked.
Maybe it’s the way she always stands up to me. Expect that one time. When I actually got her to crawl to me.
My dick twitches at the memory of her on all fours. I want to see her crawling to me again. But next time, I want her to beg me. I want her so bad she’s starting to seep into my dreams. And that’s saying a lot for a half-incubus. I have excellent control over my dreams. But for some reason, Harper keeps working her way in uninvited.
It’s not that I don’t want to fantasize about her, it’s more the fact that I’m trying to save myself for the real thing. I’ve been burned in the past before after dreaming about someone. The real thing could never live up to the expectations of the dreams. Being part incubus, I get some of my magic from sex. But Harper seems to send me a charge just from her presence alone.
That’s why I’m following her down the hall and why I made sure I would get more time with her. Aside from the sexual attraction, which let’s face it, I feel for most women, there’s something else going on here.
She’s different. And I have to claim her. I don’t care if Corbin and Damon have their claws in her. I don’t even care that she’s fucking a professor. She’s not the first and she won’t be the last. I’m sure it’s some bucket list thing for her. None of that matters. What matters is her riding my cock.
Harper stops walking and turns around, hand on her hip. “So, what’s your plan?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “My plan? Between the two of us, you’re the higher ranking.”
“We both know why I’m ranking higher and it’s not because I’m better at all of this than you,” she says.
“You should have just let me have it,” I say. “Your life would be so much easier right now if you didn’t have to beat me for that pass.”
“What makes you think I won’t spill your secret?” she asks.
“You want the whole school to know about you and Professor Cardale?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I’m sure it’s not as devastating as your secret.”
“For you, no,” I agree. “The consequences for him could be extreme.”
“Why? We’re adults and it can’t be the first time a professor has…” She can’t finish the sentence.
“It’s not that,” I say. “I know that my dad asked him to watch over you. I imagine he didn’t ask him to get to know you on such a personal level.”
She looks like she’s clenching her teeth and I almost feel bad for causing her so much stress. But she started this game.
“Your father’s an asshole,” she says.
“Something we finally both agree on,” I say. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he wants you kept safe. And his former Reaper errand boy shouldn’t be touching the merchandise.”
“Merchandise?” Her eyebrows raise and she looks pissed.
I honestly still don’t know what my dad wants with her, but it can’t be good. The only thing I do know is that if he’s sent her here with a former Reaper to look after her, he’s got an agenda. While I know my dad isn’t the type to cry over her death if she were killed by another student, I know he’s the possessive type. He wouldn’t be okay with anyone playing with his toys.
That’s probably another reason I want Harper. Cause it would piss off my dad. I know it’s not very mature, but hey, he’s an asshole and I like to push his buttons.
She stops walking and turns to face me. “Let’s get one thing clear right now. I belong to nobody.”
I want to snap back at her, say something about knowing her place or something equally degrading. But I don’t. I can’t bring myself to do it. Because staring at her and thinking of her tied up or being forced by someone else makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Somewhere along the way, despite everything she’s done, I’ve started to care about her.
“You’re right,” I say.
Her brow furrows then relaxes. “Of course I’m right. Nobody should belong to anyone else.”
