I crawled up on top of him, straddling his chest. My fingers traced the lines of his shoulders as I leaned in close to his ear. "Am I everything you want?" I whispered, feeling his sharp breath hitch in response.
Without giving him a chance to answer, I slid to the other side, my tongue tracing up his neck toward his ear. "How does it feel to know that you can fuck me, whenever and wherever you want?" My voice was breathless, a challenge taunting him.
His hands crept up my back, fingers tightening around my neck. "Control what I wear," he growled as I speak, the pressure making me close my eyes, drowning in the submission.
"What l eat." The grip on my throat increased, and I lost myself in the hazy, heady rush of it all.
"Who I talk to," I was yanked down by the neck, his weight pressing me into the bed.
"Every guy on this campus wants to fuck you," he hissed, each word sending a thrill of possessiveness through me.
"But they can't because you're mine."
I trembled beneath him as he pulled me toward the edge of the bed, his hands still on my neck. "And about what I control," his voice was a low growl now, rough and dark.
"You need to open your eyes and see how fucked up I am when it comes to you, baby."
His fingers grazed my jawline, soft and gentle against the rough reality of his dominance. My eyes stung with tears, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as I whispered, "But I'm our dirty little secret."
He yanked my hair back with a sharp tug, but his mouth was soft as he kissed me—a contrast to the rough control he held over me. "My most prized possession," he murmured against my lips, the words like a dark promise, a stark contrast to his rough touch.
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