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Given the state of my lowered inhibitions, that was a dangerous thing to even think. Goodbyes always look an awful lot like opportunity without any strings attached.
It physically hurts my stomach to think of her not being here.
But it hurts more to worry about her staying here.
With someone more dangerous than myself.
And that’s why she has to go. She has to go before my father returns.
I can’t tell her that. I can’t tell anyone that. But if she doesnt get the fuck out of this house, she’ll find out soon enough.
In the worst way possible.
She moves to pass me but I step in front of her. She doesn’t step back and the space between us is nonexistent as I pin her in place against that glossy desk with just my chest brushing hers.
No longer does she shy away from my touch. Either she doesn’t believe the rumors or she has nothing else to lose. Punishing her, pushing her away, may have been a terrible way to keep her safe but it also did her some good. The new confidence that replaces her gentle manor, it makes me want to do bad, bad things. In the very best way.
I want to test her more. Punish her more. Break her…more.
My hands find the flesh on the backside of her thighs, smooth creamy skin slides beneath my palm and I arch my fingers higher under the hem of the shorts. Before I get too carried away I drop down lower on her legs and lift her up on top of the desk, her breath catching as her pretty eyes grow wide.
Fuck, that innocent look alone could make me come.
Ever fiber within me wants to rip my father’s desk to shreds and lie Violet out as a feast atop it. I want to devour every inch of her body. A hungry hum vibrates within me.
She lets me touch her the way I used to touch her in the dead of night. I missed her skin against mine, the breathy sounds she used to make when my hands gripped her in all the right places. Nothing slows me, my palms finding their pace trailing up and down the length of her bare sides beneath her shirt.
Her expression now is… unreadable. What is she thinking?
The drilling dirty guesses that pop into my head only make me lean even closer to her, my hips pressing into her thighs until the heat of her pussy is all I can think about. Is she thinking I should give her a proper goodbye? One that might satisfy the need that sparked inside me the moment she spread herself across my bed with her hair fanning out around her and the first real smile I got from her lighting up her face. No one smiles like that at a killer.
But she never saw me that way. She never believed the endless dark whispers that follow me around like a haunting shadow.
And she damn sure never asked.
She’s smart. She’s a good girl.
Steady fingers push through my hair, fisting there hard. The movement is playful and hateful, the perfect embodiment of our relationship. I hope she hates me enough when she leaves to never return. Growling, each rough, calloused part of my palms slip all the way up the bottoms of her shorts. I dig my fingers into her ass, pulling her even closer.
Her head tips up, her lips parted just right as my cock strains against her sex.
There is so much I want to do right now. So much the growing urge within me wants to unleash… yet there is something more I have to think about. There is always a bigger picture.
“You hate me and yet you want to fuck me,” she whispers against my neck her nose tracing my jaw slowly before she leans back.
A smile slices my lips but I won’t answer her. I’ve never hated Violet Demure. But I hope she thinks I do.
“I just came in here to tell you, you don’t have to want to hate me or screw me anymore.” Her perfect teeth rake across my lower lip and I feel that tingling feeling pulse right through my cock. “We never should have met, Knox.”
She’s right about that.
My father didn’t pick just any random fucking charity case when he dialed up Violet Demure and offered her room and board for a year.
Why has she never really thought about the bigger picture?
When I lean into her, my lips just barely brushing hers, she pushes from my arms, sliding down off the desk. Pain and frustration cut into me all at the same time as she walks away.
I’m glad I’m alone so no one can see how long I watch the door after it closes behind her.
