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I jerk my head out of his grip and start back on my way to see my friend. I need to get this over with. I just hope she’s awake enough that we can get through it. I stop in my tracks and decide to head to my suite instead. If I can show her the emails, maybe she will understand.
The death threats on my family weren’t subtle. My father owed Adrik a debt, and I was the one who bore the responsibility of paying it off.
Sometimes I truly hate this life. The deals done in the dark always end up falling on the shoulders of someone who never asked to play the game. And this is a game I never wanted to be a part of.
Arrow is hot on my heels, refusing to leave my side even when I pick up my pace to a slight jog. I’m not trying to run from him, I’m just trying to get this whole situation over with.
I hate the unknown and the anxiety it brings. Running at least gives me a reason for my heart rate to be this erratic.
Alexi is going to kill me when he finds out. They all might kill me.
A massive headache begins to build, so the moment I enter the suite, I go straight for the Advil. It’s probably more psychological than physical, but I need to believe something will help right now. As I move to my room to grab my computer, Arrow stops me.
“Talk to me,” he pleads, his voice breaking ever so slightly. It’s then that I see the concern in his eyes. I know this man cares about me, but he’s got to be at least twelve years older than me, and he’s the dean of the university. Nothing can happen between us.
But even as those thoughts cross my mind, I find myself pulling him closer. It’s not until our lips collide that I realize just how much I need this. I open my mouth for him and his tongue swipes in. He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my body like a vice, and I’m locked to him.
His hands find my ass and he lifts me up. My legs instinctively wrap around him. His passion is undeniable, and my pull to him is like the tide sweeping me under. Before I know it, I’m drowning in his embrace. He wraps around me like he was made for me, like we were made for each other.
Our lips don’t part because if we stop, reality is coming for us and neither of us are ready to let go. My fingers claw up his neck and into his hair and he growls deep in his throat. The sensation that sound brings to my center has me turning feral. With two hands, I grab the back of his shirt and rip it off.
The blonde hair and pink attire might fool most people into thinking I like the sweet stuff, but they couldn’t be more wrong. My long manicured nails dig into his back, leaving marks that just might bleed.
His arms flex as he pulls me from the wall just to slam me against it again. A gust of air leaves my lungs only for him to suck it into his. My head swims with lust as he grabs my hands and forces them above my head. He grinds into me, holding my wrists in one hand and my ass in the other.
It’s enough to have me panting, soaking my pink gym shorts as I move my hips with his. Both of his hands move to cup my ass as he walks us into my room and throws me on my bed. Not a light toss, this man launches me across the room with the strength of a fucking gorilla. I get up on my knees to face him and watch as he pulls his torn shirt from his body.
I take in his chest, flexing with the power of a titan. His clothing has been more deceiving than I realized. He is a beautiful wall of muscle without clearly defined abs, but even then he's sexy as hell.
His knees hit the bed in front of me, and he grabs the back of my neck, fisting my hair in his rough hold. My hands go to his chest, nails scratching down his front all the way until they reach that tuft of hair just above his pants.
I should stop here. We should stop here. But when his eyes lock on mine, the possessiveness in them flares and I give in. Evie could kill me for what I’m about to tell her, so I might as well live while I can.
Arrow looks at me with a challenge in his eyes. He loves to boss me around and usually, I’ll comply. He’s been as constant as Evie has in my life since I got here, and I can’t imagine my days without him in it. So it’s not a surprise when he tries to take control here too.
“Lay down,” he orders. But this isn’t a room where I listen to him without question or a fight. In here, I’m all me, and he’s about to find out exactly who I am.
“Make me,” I whisper.
He pulls on my hair tighter, trying to bend me back, but I grab his shoulders and pull him with me then force us to roll over so I’m on top. I straddle his lap and grind down onto his impressively hard cock.
The look of shock and arousal in his eyes only spurs me on. He removes his hold on my hair and grabs my hips, forcing my soaked center to grind into his sweatpants. His hands move to the front of my shorts as I push up, and he grabs each side of the inner seam in a fist and rips them apart.
“Hey, these were my best shorts,” I say. Even though the move was sexy as hell.
“Yeah, well, that was my most comfortable shirt,” he replies, and we both smile. Things with him are always easy, which is why I finally pause. I don’t want one fleeting moment to ruin what we have.
“Don’t,” he says, seeing the change in my posture. He sits up so our eyes are only inches apart. “I want this, I want you. I’ve wanted you for the past five months. I just didn’t know if you wanted me too.”
I rake my fingers through his hair, letting my nails scratch his head lightly. His eyes close and I really take in this man under me. The man who makes my heart physically ache whenever we have to separate so people don’t see us.
I stare at the sun outline tattoo behind his ear, his dark hair with specks of gray just starting to peek through. His tanned skin and face are full of hard angles that seem almost soft with me. When his eyes open, the way the dark brown sparkles has my heart beating a little bit faster.
Arrow is safe, he’s my safe space. And the fact that he’s questioned my want for him has me needing to prove just how much he means to me. Slowly, I lean in and kiss his lips. Not hard like before when I was angry and afraid, but soft and full of the desperation I have for him.
“I want you,” I whisper on his lips. “I need you.” I pull on the hem of his pants, and he helps me pull them down while I rid myself of my now-torn shorts. “There isn’t a night that went by that I came here, back to my bed, and didn’t wish you were in it with me.”
His hands move under my shirt, unfastening my bra with the precision of a skilled surgeon. My soaked center is hovering above him and when he grinds up into me, I gasp at just how thick he really is. His tip nudges my clit and my whole body shudders. A moan escapes my lips and his breath hitches.
