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With a low, rumbling growl, he lowered his face into the curve of her neck. The instant his teeth brushed her skin, her entire body went rigid.
A soft squeal slipped from her lips as her fingers clutched his shoulder for balance. He bit down gently, then soothed the spot with slow nips and warm licks, lingering where he’d marked her.
When he finally pulled away, she was breathing hard, her body still trembling with the sparks he’d ignited.
The faint glow from the bathroom was the only light in the room.
Satisfaction spread through him as his eyes fixed on her neck.
Reaching up, he grabbed the back of her neck and suddenly pressed a quick peck to her lips.
Her eyes flew open in shock.
With darkened eyes and a commanding presence, he stepped back slowly one step at a time—while she stood frozen in the middle of the room.
“You will come to the academy tomorrow,” he said coldly. “If you don’t… expect me.”
Before she could react, he swung one leg out the window, then the other.
She stared in disbelief as he shut it behind him, slapped the broken lock with his palm, then tested the window again to make sure it wouldn’t open.
Satisfied, he turned back to her.
His gaze swept over her slowly from head to toe.
A silent, wolf-like smirk crossed his lips.
And then
He was gone.
Sofía stood there unmoving for what felt like forever.
Suddenly she rushed to the doors and windows, checking every lock twice.
Grabbing a shirt from the cupboard, she slipped it on and sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands.
What the hell just happened?
He had been here.
Mr. Ruiz had been in her room.
Oh God.
He’d seen her undress.
He’d seen her naked back.
He’d touched her breasts.
He’d kissed her lips
And her neck!
She hurried to the mirror.
Her breath caught.
A large purplish mark stood out against her pale skin.
A hickey.
Oh God… he left a hickey.
She dropped back onto the bed, her head spinning as the last hour replayed over and over.
This man was beyond psycho.
He was a stalker.
What if he found out she didn’t even live with her grandfather?
That would be a nightmare.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
Had he seen her scar?
No he hadn’t.
Her back had been turned, and the water had covered her afterward.
But still…
He threatened her.
Told her to come to the academy tomorrow.
Why?
Why was he doing this?
Panic clawed at her chest.
He wasn’t normal.
Not even close.
Sometimes he didn’t act human at all more like an animal.
Those growls.
That predatory look.
The way he watched her like prey.
It terrified her every single time.
What choices did she even have?
Leave the academy?
Then her scholarship and years of hard work would be gone.
Leave the house?
He would just find her again, just like today.
She was trapped.
That night, sleep barely came.
And when it did, it was filled with nightmares.
Dreams of him touching her.
Seducing her.
Forcing her.
She woke up exhausted, dark circles under her eyes.
After showering, she pulled on a loose shirt and tight jeans.
The dark mark on her neck stood out harshly against her skin.
She grabbed concealer and carefully covered it.
All because of him.
The thought of seeing him in class made her stomach twist.
How was she supposed to act like nothing had happened?
At school, her worry shifted to all the classes she’d missed.
No one would hand her notes.
She’d have to ask every teacher enduring their shocked looks since she’d never skipped before.
At her locker, she frowned when she spotted a folded paper inside.
Opening it, she sucked in a breath.
‘I will fuck you, Sofía.
You will ride my cock soon.
I’ll make you my whore.’
Disgust churned in her stomach, bitterness flooding her veins.
Slamming her books into the locker, she marched straight toward his office.
There was still time before first class.
She needed to confront him now because there was no way she could stay calm after reading that filth.
But she didn’t realize she was walking straight into the lion’s den.
She burst inside without knocking.
The door shut behind her.
There he sat relaxed, composed, infuriatingly handsome.
That sharp jaw.
Those dark tattoos wrapping around his thick arms.
“You’re disgusting!” she snapped, throwing the crumpled note at his face.
She wanted to slap him but leaving felt safer.
But Fernando wasn’t about to let her walk away after that.
He opened the paper.
As he read, his eyes darkened with pure rage.
His jaw tightened, veins bulging along his neck.
“Who the fuck gave you this?” he roared.
The vicious tone made her stumble back in fear.
“W-what?” she stammered, startled by his fury.
“WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THIS?” he growled again. “I’ll rip his throat out!”
The inhuman sound of his voice made her entire body shake.
He… didn’t write it?
Then who did?
“Y-you,” she whispered, backing up another step though he hadn’t moved.
“FUCK!” he snarled.
“If I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you,” he thundered. “I don’t write this bullshit!”
He looked like a dangerous beast ready to kill.