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Sarah's cheeks flush, but her smile widens. "Well, Professor," she says, "I don't have any complaints either. But..." She glances at the door, then back at me. "We should probably get dressed. Just in case."
I groan, but I know she's right. The last thing we need is someone walking in on us like this. Reluctantly, I loosen my hold on her, allowing her to sit up.
As Sarah begins to gather her clothes, I take a moment to admire her. The curve of her back, the way her hair falls in tousled waves around her shoulders – she's breathtaking, and she's mine.
I stand up, reaching for my own discarded clothing. "You know," I say as I pull on my pants, "this doesn't change anything about what I said before. I still want to take you home, to show you exactly how much you mean to me."
Sarah pauses in buttoning her blouse, her eyes meeting mine. "Is that a promise, Dr. Morgan?"
I cross the room in two strides, cupping her face in my hands. "It's a guarantee," I growl, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
When we part, we're both breathless again. Sarah laughs softly, resting her forehead against my chest. "You're insatiable," she teases.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. "Only for you, my mate. Only for you."
Chapter 9
Sarah
The crisp autumn air nips at my cheeks as I hurry across campus, my mind still reeling from yesterday's events. Lucas's touch, his kisses, the way he looked at me... A shiver runs through me that has nothing to do with the cool breeze.
I adjust my bag on my shoulder, trying to focus on the day ahead. I have a class in twenty minutes, and I need to grab coffee before—
"Sarah? Is that you?"
The voice stops me cold, my blood turning to ice in my veins. I know that voice. I've spent years trying to forget it.
Slowly, I turn around. Mark stands there, a predatory smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes. He's as handsome as ever, but now I can see the danger lurking beneath the surface.
"Mark," I manage, proud that my voice only shakes a little. "What are you doing here?"
He takes a step closer, and I have to fight the urge to back away. "I work here now, remember? But the real question is, what have you been up to, Sarah?"
There's something in his tone that sets alarm bells ringing in my head. I glance around, relieved to see other students milling about. He won't try anything here, will he?
"I don't know what you mean," I say, trying to keep my voice neutral. "I have class, so if you'll excuse me—"
Mark's hand shoots out, gripping my arm. Not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to hold me in place. "Now, now," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Don't be rude. I think we need to have a little chat."
He leans in close, inhaling deeply. His eyes narrow, and a growl rumbles in his chest. "You smell like him," he hisses. "Like Morgan."
My heart pounds so hard I'm sure he can hear it. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mark's grip tightens, and suddenly I'm back in our old apartment, cowering as he looms over me, his eyes flashing with anger. I blink hard, forcing myself back to the present.
"Don't lie to me," he snarls. "I saw you go into his office yesterday. And you know what's interesting? The Dean stopped by Morgan's office while you were in there. Knocked for quite a while, but no answer. You two must have been... very busy."
Panic claws at my throat. How does he know? What does he want? I try to pull my arm free, but Mark's grip is like iron.
"Let go of me," I demand, my voice stronger than I feel. "You're hurting me."
The fear is familiar, settling into my bones like an old, unwelcome friend. I hate this feeling – the way my heart races, my palms sweat, my mind spins with worst-case scenarios. Ithought I'd left this behind when I left Mark, but here it is again, as potent as ever.
"You're mine, Sarah," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Or have you forgotten that?"
I shake my head, anger momentarily overriding my fear. "I'm not yours, Mark. I haven't been for a long time."
He leans in closer, his breath hot on my ear. "Once mine, always mine. That's how it works for us, remember? And if Morgan thinks he can just waltz in and take what's mine..."
