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This is, of course, just in my fevered brain because there’s no way in hell what he did in front of the camera was just a role. He’s going to spread that all over campus. Even the way he tucks his phone away seems to be stating that.
He stands in front of me, a powerful bastard in black, holding my life in his hands.
Reality starts a slow crawl back into my head.
“When?” I ask, my voice bruised, and husky. “Tomorrow? Or maybe just before the weekend, to give all the guys on campus something to enjoy?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw.
“Oh, they’ll have something to enjoy, all right.”
He searches my eyes, and I hold his stare. Then, slowly, he raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“It’s a tragedy, really. How beautiful you are when thoroughly ravished, still shivering from the pleasure I gave you. I could get used to this.”
He looks over his shoulder toward the mansion, the party now in full bloom. Music and laughter from the patio travel all the way to where we are.
“Aren’t you going to join?” I ask in an attempt to cut through the tension between us. I’m still trapped between his body and the gate, at his mercy. “It’s no secret that half of those people are here for you.”
“Yeah, they come to these events like the zoo. Watch the animal, touch the animal. Maybe fuck the animal.” His eyes meet mine again. “The nasty part comes when the animal does the fucking.”
I swallow hard. “Your fiancee is certainly also looking forward to seeing this done with. So maybe we should head back. I’m pretty sure Gertrude will be able to protect you from all the women who want to ride you.”
He steps into me, making me stiffen against the gate and grab the bars behind me.
“Are you trying to shift my focus away fromyou, pretty poet? Because if that’s the case, I hate to break it to you, but that ship has long sailed.” He raises those muscle-bound arms and grabs the bars on either side of my head, sexy and deadly as he cages me in. “The only way to keep me away from you is to have me killed.” He smirks, all the sadistic bad boy. “And I’m a really hard bastard to take down.”
I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say. My body is still a complete mess from how roughly he took me, and now he’s looming over me with those intense, unblinking eyes as if it meant something.
No, I can’t fall for that again. I can’t give in to the fantasy that I’m more to him than just a girl he likes to fuck nasty. I even think that me being so much under him socially somehow turns him on. The way he put himself on display with me on campus a few days ago, it messed with my head, but now I know why he did it. He made it clear in front of his father and Gertrude. He’s more than willing to sacrifice me in order to keep his position, connections and influence. And the worst part? I don’t even blame him. He carries the world’s weight on his shoulders.
“We really should go back,” I say. “Dad is going to be worried about me, and I have to get cleaned up.”
“Then let me commit this to memory.” Sade leans in, breathing in my scent. When he straightens up again, his eyes are closed and his lips slightly parted, as if he’s had some transcendent experience. My gaze falls to his lips. In this relaxed state, they’re so beautiful, sensual.
His fists though, they tighten on the bars. I’m pretty sure the iron just creaked behind me. My whole body should run cold at the molten wrath that fuels him. It’s always there, in his depths, simmering. He keeps it under control and, when he’s with me, he seems to channel it into something else. Into the desire for nasty, dirty sex that feels so good to me and apparently healing to him.
His arms drop and, next thing I know, he’s offering me his elbow. I consider refusing to take his arm, but then he says, softly, “Please.”
Aaaaand, I’m wet all over again. Is there anything about this man that won’t turn me on?
So I walk on the arm of Sade Royales through the rose garden of his gothic mansion, laughter, and music filling the air. My pulse runs wild, and it’s difficult to control my breathing, which is probably why I don’t know where we are anymore. But just when the first lights from the servants’ wing come into sight, his arm winds around my waist, and he turns me around.
I only get a flash of his face before his mouth crashes into mine, his lips hot and demanding. My head spins while Sade kisses me, full of sensuality and lust, his large hands traveling all over my back and my ass like he wants to pull me completely into him. To own me. He kisses me like a man who wants my heart, not just my body, and it’s a form of sadism in itself. There’s no end to all the ways he can seduce me, and there’s no part of me that can resist.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, letting him lead me to my room.
