Because I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to fall deeper. So I walked to the table, picked up the pen, and signed it. But at the very bottom, I added one line: He’s not allowed to fall in love with me. When I handed it to him, he didn’t say a word. He just stared at that line for a long, long time. Then he folded the paper, locked it in a drawer, and said, “Strip.” I obeyed. Had been Waiting for him to say that word for a very long time. I wanted him now, even if he wanted to only punish me, without f*****g me today.
I just needed him inside me. I wanted him more than the last time we did it. I wanted him deeper this time inside me. And I was ready to obey his command. This time, there were no cuffs. No orders. No toys. Just hands. His hands. And the kind of s*x that felt like something had broken open inside both of us. He walked slowly, each step counting, each step he took was walking closer to my p***y. The way he looked at me now, like a predator who had his prey in his hands. As he stopped in front of me. “I want you now.” He gently placed his lips on me; the touch sent a shiver down my spine. He kissed me like I was air.
Held me like I was breakable. Whispered my name like it hurt him. He was gently rubbing my n*****s like I was his prize, his trophy. And when we finished, he didn’t pull away. He just rested his forehead against mine and said, “Tell me you didn’t mean that line.” I should’ve lied. But I didn’t. “I meant every word.” His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. And for the first time since this whole twisted thing began— He looked devastated. I had just redressed when the knock came. Wolfe tensed immediately. His mask snapped back into place like a reflex. One knock. “Who the hell is that?” I wanted to scream; I wanted to slap anyone behind that door that spoiled this moment for me. Then another. Louder. “Get in the closet,” he whispered. I blinked. “Are you seri—”
“Now, Aria.” I darted into the narrow supply closet just as the door opened. “Dean Wolfe,” came a saccharine voice. “We need to talk.” Sloan Maddox. I didn’t have to see her to know it was her. The tone, the heels, the calculated pause as she stepped inside. “What is it, Sloan?” Wolfe asked, voice neutral. “Oh, nothing urgent. Just thought you’d want to know… word around campus is you’ve been very busy.”
I couldn’t see them, but I imagined her circling him like a vulture in heels. “I’m not interested in rumors,” he said. “Funny,” Sloan said. “Because they’re not just rumors. Someone said they saw you escorting a girl out of this building. Late. Intimately.” Silence. I held my breath. “Careful, Sloan,” Wolfe said finally. “Accusations like that come with consequences.” “Is that a threat?” “No. It’s a warning.”
Her heels clicked once. Then again. Then silence. “Well,” she said. “Just thought I’d keep you informed.” The door closed behind her. Only then did Wolfe open the closet. His jaw was tight. His eyes unreadable. “She knows,” I whispered. He nodded. “She’s dangerous.” He reached out, brushing a thumb across my lip. “So are you.” And I didn’t know whether to be terrified or proud of that.