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GARETH The skin where he touches me burns worse than hellfire. I latch on to his hand and try to pull it off, but I might as well be pushing a slab of steel. I’m not weak by any means. I work out and take great pride in my ability to squash people beneath my prim-and-proper looks. But this asshole is different. He uses violence as a method to exert power. It doesn’t add up with the rest of his fucking boring life. “Let me go,” I grind out from between clenched teeth. He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling. “Say please.” “Please go fuck yourself, Professor.” “Why would I do that when I have you to fuck?” I swallow and he can feel it, because those dead eyes spark. I noticed they only do that when he’s messing with me. When he has me under his thumb. “You obviously want to be fucked, too, or you wouldn’t have come here.” “I don’t want to be fucked and will never allow it.” “Never is a reach.” “A definitive.” “Nothing is definitive, Carson. You study law. You should know better.”