She can deny the connection between us as much as she wants, but her body is betraying her, it knows that she belongs to me, and that the only person who can give her the pleasure and release she needs, is me.

In time she’ll learn that only my touch will satisfy her and I crave that, crave her needing me to feel good. Not that she’ll ever have the chance to know what it feels like to be touched by anyone but me. Most of what I said to Cassidy might have been bullshit to get her on board with my plans for her daughter, but Starling being my world was one-hundred-percent true. She’s who I wake up thinking about and the image that chases me into my dreams. She’s everything, and I’ll do whatever it takes to tie her to me.

Tightening my hold on her throat, I grind my leg a little more vigorously against her cunt and she pants, a cry falling from her lips as I fuck her mouth with my tongue, squeezing her ass and guiding her to roll her hips.

She comes on a startled cry, her grip on my blazer tightening as her body jerks and shudders as she comes all over my pants.

“If you’re not mine, why was your tongue in my mouth? If you’re not mine, why is your skirt around your waist and my hand on your ass? If you’re not mine, why are my pants wet from where your pussy has soaked them with your cum?”

Pulling her head away she closes her eyes, trying to hide from me and the truth of my words, but I release her throat and grab her chin instead, squeezing. “Open your eyes, you don’t get to lie to me and hide from me. Look me in the face and tell me how I’ve given you two orgasms today but I don’t fucking own you.”

I force her gaze to lock with mine, refusing to allow her to deny this for a second longer. Her silence is more telling than any words. I let her sulk as I order pizza and we sit together in her bedroom, eating and doing homework. It’s a strangely nice and domestic moment but she’s tense, waiting for me to do something or say something.

When the pizza boxes are finished, I collect all the trash and stand. “You need to get changed, we’re going to Hunter’s.”

“I don’t want to go to Hunter’s, I don’t like Hunter,” she whines.

“Why don’t you like Hunter?”

“I don’t like any of you. You’re all elitist assholes.”

“Cute,” I smirk. “I’ll take these, you find something comfy, we’re watching a movie in his new media room.”

“His media room,” she scoffs.

Rolling my eyes, I take the pizza boxes outside to the trash can, then walk back into her room, finding her in nothing but her bra and panties.

“Get out,” she yells.

“Hell no.” Crossing to her bed, I sink down onto it and lift my hands behind my head, settling in to admire the view.