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“No problem. We’ll save that for our next date.”

“This isn’t a date, you sociopath.”

“Anything else, princess?”

“I won’t hurt another person,” she says. “Or do anything mean to someone.”

“Fine.”

As if I want other people involved.

Emboldened, Sadie puts her hands on her hips. “You can order me to wash your dishes or something.”

“Oh, can I? Get on your fucking knees, freshman.”

Her arms fall to her sides in defeat.

With a labored sigh, she lowers herself to kneel before me. She crosses her ankles neatly behind her as though she might retain a shred of dignity, and looks up at me.

The dim light catches the gold hints in her long brown hair, and the delicate planes of her heart-shaped face are even more spectacular from this angle. Does she know how cute her button nose and the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks are?

Staring down at her, I note the ragged pattern of her breath, like she’s trying hard to keep her composure.

Her eyes are lively with fear and uncertainty, her pink lips gently parted. Whisper-thin threads of silver enhance her gray irises, and our unwavering eye contact makes my cock fill with blood.

Kneeling looks so fucking good on her.

Her mouth is inches from my erection, and her breath catches as her gaze moves to my bulge, which only makes me harder.

In two swift moves, I could have my zipper down and my cock in her mouth. It’s so fucking tempting.

The same thought seems to have occurred to her, minus the tempting part. Her breathing becomes an anxious pant, her cheeks flushing.

“You agreed you wouldn’t touch me,” she says. “You have to keep your word.”

“I will.” My voice is lower than normal, filled with lust. “You doubt my self-control.”

Her trembling lips are really fucking testing me though. The urge to fuck her beautiful mouth will win out soon.

Time to give Sadie her order.

“By the power bestowed upon me by the hallowed halls of Darkbloom University,” I say, “I order you to…”

CHAPTER 9

Sadie

“Idon’t understand,” I say, blinking up at Lucan.

My knees ache, the marble floor cold through the fabric of my socks.

The order he gave me makes no sense. I must’ve misheard. Of all things, why would he tell me to do that?

The erection in his pants is difficult to ignore, straining against the zipper like it possesses a hunger of its own.

The more I try not to think about his cock, the more I do. How it’s right there and huge and engorged with blood. Its glaring proximity floods my body with terror, but also something unfamiliar. Exhilaration, maybe.

When Lucan speaks, his voice thrums deep in my stomach.