And as I panted from the high, a single thought clung to my mind.
This is not me. Something else has taken over me.
???
The sound of water settled around me, cascading from the shower head in a steady, relentless rhythm. It drummed against the tiled floor, ricocheting off the glass walls in a symphony of white noises.
Yet, even through the rush of water, I heard it, twoheartbeats. One steady, controlled, the other pulsing with untamed energy. And then, there were Zaghan’s fingers; skilled and relentless as ever, teasing the most sensitive part of me.
“I’m traveling outside of Europe in a week’s time,” he murmured, his voice merging with the static noise of water.
I gasped as two fingers slid inside me, slick and unyielding.
We had been at this for hours. The sex. I should have known. His mission was clear from the moment he asked me how many times Rowan slept with me. So six orgasms were his plan, each one designed to erase every memory of Rowan from my body, from my mind.
“Okay,” I forced out a reply to his information, the water slipping into my mouth, mixing with the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.
“I’m taking you with me.”
My eyes snapped open, the pleasure draining quickly from my body as the water rushed down the drain. I jolted away, my pussy mourning the loss of contact.
“What?” I demanded, blinking against the spray, my pulse skittering.
“You seem upset,” he said, running a hand through his wet hair. “Why?”
For a moment, I forgot to argue as I stared at him. White hair, skin like an untouched snow, golden eyes burning with embers of wicked intent. He shouldn’t be this beautiful. He shouldn’t have carried Callan’s face. It would have been easier to hate him.
“Why can’t you come with me?” he asked again.
“I have school I need to attend,” I deadpanned. “My life is here.”
I’m not convinced.” He shook his head, eyes lazy and amused.
“I’m not your possession, and you don’t get to drag me around,” I added.
A gentle smirk lifted the corner of his perfect lips. “How many times do we have to have this conversation until you accept that you belong to me now?”
“For Christ’s sake, Zaghan, I’m not yours!” I yelled.
His expression darkened almost immediately, jaw working. “Are you Callan’s then?”
“I don’t belong to either of you. Especially you.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Would you say the same thing you are saying now if I were inside you?” His voice was low, taunting. “Because from where I stand, you only tell me what I want to hear when my cock is buried inside you, Beth Fraser.”
A shiver ran through me. The mere suggestion of it ignited something deep, something I refused to name. My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction, but it did nothing to quell the ache.
“I can’t follow you to…wherever you’re going.” My tone was reasonably low and clinical, like I was talking to a wounded animal. “I’m already a year behind. This is my final chance to graduate. And I must graduate. Your family’s organisation have been far too kind to me. I can’t keep wasting their resources.”
Every academic year meant new books, new uniform and every resources a child needed for a successful year at school. There were the smaller expenses on school trips, lunch, and every miscellaneous cost that always popped out of nowhere.
The Raskovs had handled it all for years without complaining. Not once did the school make their burden known to me.
I stayed a year behind and they didn’t revoke my scholarship like I had thought. Kindness like this felt fragile, as though, it could only stretch so far before it snapped.
And I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want it to look as though, they gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity and I took it for granted. I must graduate this year at all cost.
“There are hundreds of colleges in Scotland,” he said, invading my thoughts. “You can get a direct transfer without lifting a finger. So stop being dramatic.”
