Keller makes a face. “Most of us belong to a club—our parents were members and we were legacies. Almost everyone chooses to enroll. He’s a member, which gives him an in into the private houses. His aptitude tests put him in vesper. And he is smart, and rather good at manipulating people into doing what he wants. But he has no interest in our primary focus here: making good, lasting bonds with each other. All of us are going somewhere in life. If Calla wants to immediately be admitted in my medical practice in ten years, she’ll only need to give me a phone call. If I want to get a good deal on her family’s manufacturing empire, she’ll give me one. Richard doesn’t play that way.”

“Can’t you kick him out?”

He shakes his head. “Not without a true offense. He’s just annoying.”

We’ve already reached the apartment on the second-to-last floor. Walking in, I hesitate. “Are you going to come to my room tonight?”

He grins. “What would be the fun in telling you?”

30. Claire

30

CLAIRE

He doesn’t join me that night. I stay up for longer than I should, tossing and turning, expecting him. No, that’s not right. Waiting for him to come. Wanting it.

The bastard stays in his room.

Mmmmm.

“So very wet.”

I’m floating a million miles away, enjoying the best of dreams. A dirty dream, but that doesn’t bother me. It’s hardly the first time. I don’t seem to get any other kind of dreams this week.

My hips are grinding, wanting, needing more of the soft pressure between my legs.

“Your cunt is strangling my fingers again.”

Slowly, lazily, my eyes flutter open.

“Oh, god!”

No wonder I was having the best of dreams. Keller’s bent over my breasts, licking every available inch, while his fingers move inside me. He’s also completely naked, his cock warm and heavy against my stomach.

I don’t know how long he’s played my body like a fiddle, but the familiar, visceral need for relief is at its peak already, so I’d guess for a while.

“Good morning,” he tells me, noticing my open eyes. “I brought something fun.”

Without further warning, he’s pushing that familiar, white, microphone-like device right at my clit, and I scream, losing it instantly.

Good morning indeed.

Keller sits up, a smug smirk lightening his features. “Do you know how rare it is, for a woman to come so very easily? You truly are made to be fucked, Claire.”

I roll my eyes. “Is that why you’re doing everything except fucking me?”

“Oh?” He’s delighted. “So, this isn’t fucking you, huh?”

His guides his cock to my asshole, pressing it in.

I’m getting tired of this. I move my hips so it aims higher instead.

It only makes him laugh.