Stella’s body trembled slightly, her heart racing as she feared someone might see them. Despite Ben’s watchful presence outside, she couldn’t afford to let her guard down. She pressed both hands against Weston’s chest, attempting to push him away, but he swiftly grasped her wrists and pinned them behind her. His kiss grew more forceful, and as if that wasn’t enough, he bit down on her lips. The sharp sting of his teeth against her tender skin sent a jolt of pain through her, and the tangy taste of blood filled her mouth.
Finally, he pulled away, his breath ragged as he muttered in her ear, his voice dark and threatening, “If I see him touch you again, it will be far worse.”
Stella’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her voice shaky. “I didn’t let him touch me!”
Weston cut her off, his voice tight with frustration. “Fine.” He paused, then added with an edge of possessiveness, “Even out of politeness, he’s not allowed to touch you.” His possessiveness was palpable, and for a moment, Stella saw a glimpse of something darker in his eyes. He had always been controlling, but now, the depth of his obsession with her was clear.
The sight of Justin holding her hand had been enough to ignite an uncontrollable fury in Weston—a fury he wasn’t accustomed to feeling. He knew, even without admitting it, that something in him snapped at the mere thought of another man touching her. His brows twitched as he noticed the paleness of her face, and he softened his tone, though his words still carried a heavy weight. “As long as you’re obedient, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Stella’s heart sank at his words. She knew what that meant: if she followed his rules, she’d get everything she asked for. But in return, she was nothing more than an obedient pet—her desires granted only when it suited him. She forced a laugh, the sound bitter in her throat. It felt like she was living on his terms, a life controlled by his whims.
Weston’s grip loosened slightly, and he glanced at her, his expression softening just a fraction. “What happened with the student? You were so brave back there.”
She tugged at his sleeve, her voice more earnest now. “Please… don’t let Roger find out about us.”
There was something about her plea that tugged at his heart, even though he knew it was a show. She was a good actress, but Weston couldn’t help but feel a surge of something he couldn’t quite name. His hand moved to pinch her cheek, his voice teasing as he replied, “Is ignoring him not enough?”
It wasn’t just Roger that bothered her—Weston could sense that much. She was protective of him, but more than that, she was trying to keep her world from crashing down. Weston enjoyed seeing her beg, enjoyed the control he had over her. But deep down, there was something that pulled at him when she looked at him this way, her eyes soft and vulnerable.
“Next time, if you’re in trouble, tell me,” he said, his voice softer now. He liked it when she relied on him, when she leaned on him for support. It fed into his need to keep her close, to keep her bound to him.
Inside the Car
The moment they entered the car, Weston pulled Stella close, his arm encircling her tightly. He kissed her deeply, almost hungrily, until she was left breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. Only after what felt like an eternity did he pull away, his gaze focused on her with a hint of amusement.
“What are your plans later?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Stella’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, she hesitated. She had promised Bradley she’d be there for the shoot, but considering the situation with Weston, she couldn’t bring herself to go. She needed to find a way out. She shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “I was supposed to join Roger for class, but… he’s angry with me.”
She lowered her gaze, hiding the discomfort she felt at lying. Weston tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. His voice was teasing, but there was a layer of genuine curiosity beneath the playful tone.
“You’re so nice to him, yet he’s mad at you?” He paused, as if amused by the situation. “I’ve never seen you this attentive to me before.”
Stella felt a pang of guilt at his words, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. Weston was right—her attention had been split between him and Roger, and her guilt was beginning to show. Still, the way Weston spoke to her, the way he held her so tightly, it was as if he wanted to remind her who she belonged to.
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