Chapter 0107


    I pound my hands against Kent at first, desperate to get away, but he holds me steadily against him


    with that arm wrapped around my waist, with that steady hand wrapped in the hair at the base of my


    neck. I am locked in ce as he moves his mouth against mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking


    his time as he explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.


    A breathless moment passes and then, damn it, but my body betrays me.


    I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted, suddenly, but the incredible softness of his lips, the


    expert way they slide over mine, at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip. I feel


    my own mouth fall open at this, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my


    mouth and press it urgently against my own.


    He tightens his arms at this and I hear a moan escape me as he pulls me away from the door, bending


    me backwards at the waist. His mouth is sealed against mine, kissing me with an demand that makes


    me want to submit, makes me want to follow his everymand. Suddenly, my hands are in his hair,


    my eyes sealed tightly shut as he slides the hand around my waist, and then lower, down to grab the


    curve of my ass, to press me closer against the swelling mass of him that I can feel pressed against my


    abdomen.


    Still holding me tight against him with that hand on my rear, Kent takes his mouth off of mine suddenly,


    I blink, panting, looking up at him, returning to myself in a sh and feeling the sudden rush of


    embarrassment and panic and rage. I freeze for a moment and then I shout as I pull my hands from his


    hair and begin to shove against him with all my might. But he doesn’t let me go – not an inch.


    Instead, he continuesughing that lowugh, holding me tight against him.


    “You see, Fay?” he murmurs, watching me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be


    jealous when I can do this any time I want?”


    I continue to shove against him, my shout turning into a little roar of fury, and he holds onto me for a


    second or two more – just to prove he can. Then, he releases me all at once and I skitter to the side


    like an angry cat, ring at him and whipping at my mouth as I move away from the door, away from


    him.


    “You’re a monster,” I snarl, pursing my lips together in an angry, embarrassed line.


    “I never said I wasn’t,” Kent says seriously, putting his hands cooly in his pockets. “But don’t forget it,


    Fay. Monster or not?” He pauses, and leans towards me. “I own you. You are mine.”


    I storm towards the door then, intent on leaving, not wanting to give him another word. But he just


    it’s his choice to release me.


    “Good night, Fay,” he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my room. “See you at breakfast.”


    I don’t look back. Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and m it shut behind me, hurling myself


    onto my bed. There, I hide my head in my pillow and burst into furious tears.


    I stay alone in my room for hours after I finish crying. Vaciting between feeling absolutely horrible and


    then feeling absolutely nothing at all, I stare at my ceiling for hours.


    God, I really am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet. Even Daniel’s sometimes. It is so mortifying, realizing how


    easily I y into all of their games.


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