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“You can’t just hang up on my friends!”
“Just did.” He takes the tray off my lap and sets it on the floor. “You’re done eating.”
“I was not done eating!”
“You are now.” He pulls me down the bed by my ankles until I’m flat on my back under him.
I glare up at him. He just looks down at me, eyes glowing, utterly fucking unbothered.
“So what happens now?” I ask. “I have finals next week. I have a dorm. I have a whole life. I can’t just disappear into your shadow world or whatever.”
“You go to your finals.” He pushes my shirt up to my ribs. “Then you move in.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to move in.”
“You’re not agreeing to shit, Red.” His mouth drops to my hip, and he bites it, slow and hard, right next to the bite he left there yesterday. “You’re mine. You live where I live.”
“Nik, I really can’t, I’m too sore…”
He proves me wrong again.
Chapter Fifteen
KISHA
“You promised to behave.”
I glare at the empty chair across from me, knowing damn well he can hear me from whatever shadow he’s lurking in.
The library is packed. Finals week has everybody cramming, and I managed to snag a table near the back, surrounded by stressed-out students chugging energy drinks and having quiet little breakdowns. And here I am, trying to study for my Organic Chemistry final while my possessive shadow monster stalks me from the dark.
I should’ve known better.
The first touch makes me jump: just a whisper of shadow against my ankle, so light I could almost pretend I imagined it. Almost.
My phone buzzes.
Shadow Daddy: Miss me?
Me: I have a final tomorrow. GO AWAY.
Shadow Daddy: Make me.
The shadow slides higher and wraps around my calf like a hand, and my breath catches.
Me: Nik, I’m serious. There are people everywhere.
Shadow Daddy: Good. That’ll teach you to leave our bed.
I try to focus on my textbook, but another shadow joins the first. This one traces the inside of my thigh, barely grazing my skin.
Fuck.
I shift in my seat and press my legs together, which is a big fucking mistake. The shadows take it as an invitation and slip right between my thighs.
“Stop,” I whisper, pretending to read.
The girl at the next table looks up. “Did you say something?”
