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"Nice car for a spoiled rich girl."
The blush that graces her cheeks was worth the rude comment. Jasmine huffs but doesn't say a word. I'm aware it was a birthday present for getting into college and making straight A's.
"Thank you for helping me to the car. I got it from here." Her hand brushes against my arm, and I close my eyes for a second. Electric sparks run through my system. Damn, I'm going to do something I shouldn't do.
Crowding her into the back of the SUV, I force her to look at me by putting my hand on her face, and she gasps. "What are you doing?"
"Whatever the fuck I want to do." My lips meet hers in a crushing kiss. There's no gentleness in my movements and when she doesn't open her lips for me, I squeeze her chin until she does.
Plunging my tongue into her mouth, I feel like a damn king conquering a foreign land. She's mine to take, and I will make her crave me. She's been driving me crazy since before she got on this campus. It's only fucking fair she feels the same way I do.
Jasmine moans and I feel her hand sliding up my sides, pulling me close. Her kiss is shit, and I wonder if she's inexperienced. That thought makes me want to ravage her, but I will not do it here. Hell no. She's going to beg for every single ounce of pleasure before I give it to her.
When I pull back, she blinks at me. "Why'd you stop?" Her words must surprise her because she clamps her lips shut and looks away with a blush growing on her chubby cheeks.
I don't answer her. Taking the cart back to the trolly holder, I walk away, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do about my growing need for her. She's nowhere prepared to be anything to me. And I'm not here for love. Fuck that.
Chapter Seven
"Who'smylittleone?"Chris's words wash over me as he kisses down my throat. I tremble with each stroke of his cock along my flesh. He hasn't put it inside me yet, but I'm ready. I can't stand how he's teasing me.
The sound of my alarm beeping brings me out of my dream, and I'm glad. It's the fourth night that Chris has entered my dreams and made me beg. I don't understand my dreams at all. He scares me and is too demeaning to be likable. How can I still have a crush on him?
Grumbling, I look at my phone, cursing that it's Monday and classes start all over today. Brewing a small pot of coffee, I walk into the bathroom to take a shower. I smile, thinking about how Tia is going to react to us getting invited to a party.
Getting out, I wrap my robe around me and come out to a pot of elixir of life. Thank goodness. As I'm looking over my notes, my door opens and I scream. Chris stands there, smirking at me.
"How did you get in?" I wrap the robe tighter and wait for an answer that doesn't come. The lock engages on my door, and he simply walks over to me.
"You think I don't have a key to your dorm room?" His laugh is full of promises I'm not sure I want to know about.
"You shouldn't. It's an invasion of privacy." I put a hand on my hip and tap my foot on the floor.Really Jazz? You think he gives two shits about your privacy?
"Well, considering you called in on your last two days of work, I thought I would come over to see how you are doing."
"My mom sent you, didn't she?" I know he doesn't care about me. Hell, he probably didn't even know anything about me before my name came across his desk for a scholarship.
"I don't associate with your family, but as a favor to her, I told her I would make sure you were checking in on a regular basis." He pulls me to him, and I tremble.
"Why have you missed your workdays?" That gravel-filled voice of his does things to me. Things I shouldn't be thinking about if I want to focus on my education.
"Figured you didn't want me around." Why do I sound so sullen about it?Ugh.
"You thought wrong, buttercup." His hand snakes around my hair, and he pulls my head back until I'm unable to ignore him. "For being so naughty and calling off work when you clearly aren't sick, I'm going to have to teach you how adults behave."
"Like brutes?" Damn it. I wasn't meaning for that to come out. I guess it's too late now to take the words back.
"Exactly. That's what you need, obviously." He flips me around until I'm on the bed, face down.
Chris yanks my robe off me, and I hiss. "Hey!"
"Who the fuck did this to you?" Crap, I forgot about the scar along my shoulder blades.
"Doesn't matter." I mumble, and he hauls my body up by my hair, forcing me to look at him.
His glare is deadly. I've seen no one look like this before. Chris's nostrils are flared, teeth bared, and his eyes are wild. Animalistic.
"Who did this?" he demands of me, and I want to smart off and tell him it's none of his damn business, but I'm not sure that's a wise thing to do.
