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I’m struck with the fear that this is the last time she’ll do this. Believe me sweet and innocent. It’s like a piece of me was stolen tonight, and that boy claimed it with his lips and tongue and wandering hands.
Whit Lancaster. The boy who kissed me. Who wanted to fuck me and called me a whore when we were barely teenagers. He’s taller than I remember. Well over six feet, and his shoulders look so broad, clad in the requisite navy uniform jacket. His arrogance is palpable. He saunters into the classroom as if he owns the place, and technically, he does.
Money protects you. Insulates you. Those who win in the game of life, always win when they have the most money.
Once you’ve been burned so many times, it’s hard to let down your guard.
“Don’t ever speak to Summer Savage again, do you hear me? If I see you so much as look in her direction, I’ll slice your balls off and feed them to you.”
My thoughts are riotous. Filled with Summer. What else is new? I hate that she’s all I think about. I’m a man obsessed. One would think I’d get used to the feeling, considering I’ve been obsessed with her since I was fourteen. Yet my thoughts of her haven’t waned over the years whatsoever. She’s always been there, lingering in the back of my mind, haunting me at the strangest times, or when I least expect it.
Knowing I was tempted yet didn’t succumb, somehow makes me feel stronger. Gives me more power.
“You came back.” “I shouldn’t. You’re a complete dick.” He laughs. “My charm won you over.” “That and you coming to my rescue.” I wiggle my fingers at him. “Give me your hand or I’m leaving. And I’m never coming back.”
“You try to hide it, but there’s no use. You’re fucking beautiful, and it frustrates the shit out of me, Savage.”
“Do I scare you?” he whispers. Deciding to be truthful, I nod. “Good,” he breathes across my lips, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel it move when he talks. “Because you scare me too.”
The faintly sinister expression always on his face, as if he’s plotting your death and you’ll smile the entire time as he murders you. Why do I always like them when they look so mean?”
“You looked like a fucking queen,” he murmurs, his voice full of pride. “That’s why I claimed you, Savage. I didn’t want anyone else taking what was mine. My queen. You belong to me.”
Beautiful people will hurt you. It’s just their way. Beautiful art? It allows you to study it. Absorb it. It makes you feel. And it rarely hurts.
“Are you decent?” I laugh. “I’m stark naked.” He drops his hand, disappointment written all over his face. “Damn it, you liar.”
I originally wanted to punish her for what her mother did to my family, and instead I did the fucking craziest thing. I went and fell in love with her.
“I’ve missed you,” he admits. “I’ve missed everything about you.” My heart cracks at his words, the emotion in his voice. “I’ve missed you too,” I whisper.
“That dress is indecent.” “I told Monty that. He insisted I get it,” I say. “He did that for me.” His gaze sears into me. “I told him to find the dress that would show off your body the best.” I glare at him. “Prostituting me still?” “Never. I wanted to see you. All of you. Just for me. I wanted you to tease me without saying a word or sending me a look. That dress is a work of art, but it is nothing compared to you. Your body is perfection.”
Words are pretty, but most of the time they’re meaningless. That’s why I show her that I love her.
Whit is special all on his own. He is my lover. My protector. My fighter. The father of my children. The man I adore more than anyone else in the world.
