Pervert!
Beneath the loosened tie, M''s pupils shrank to pinpricks. She barely had time to struggle before he shoved her into the locker, her back mming hard against the metal with a deafening ng.
Her gasp of pain never made it out-his heat swallowed it whole.
His lips ground hungrily against hers, nothing like the aloof indifference they usually showed. He was searing, insistent, kissing her as if he meant to devour her.
M could only endure it, helpless.
He tugged her shirt up. His dry, calloused hand slid beneath the fabric, rough and searching, kneading at her skin until her breath came short and ragged, her resistance melting into something shamefully eager.
When she felt his hand moving lower, M snapped back to herself. Panic surged; she fought wildly, and the blindfold-a silk tie-slipped away from her eyes.
She froze.
Behind the young man pinning her, another figure stood-silent, expressionless, cold as ice. How long had he been there?
There was someone else in the room.
M''s mind reeled—she shoved desperately at the hands roaming her body, but he only pinned her harder, lips crushing over hers to smother her voice. With nowhere else to go, she bit down, hard.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Lysander jerked back two steps, fox-like eyes dark and angry. A fresh bite mark— a faint trace of blood-stood out on his lower lip.
M sucked in a shaky breath, ring past him at Leonard, who stood motionless as if carved from stone.
"It''s someone else is here!" she managed after a moment.
Lysander nced over his shoulder at Leonard, unconcerned. “So?”
To him, Leonard was the Montgomery family''s loyal hound-his personal shadow, bodyguard, and, if needed, the one who would die for him without hesitation. Leonard belonged to him, and followed wherever he went. There was no point in hiding things from a dog.
Things like this were inevitable, and not worth avoiding.
Just a dog, after all.
M stared at him in disbelief. "You knew he was here?" Her shirt had nearly been torn off, and he''d let someone stand there and watch?
"What''s the problem?" Lysander''s voice was cool, dismissive. "He''s a dog. Just ignore him. Why let it bother you?"
M''s eyes went wide.
She looked from Lysander-elegant, aristocratic-to Leonard, who stood unmoved, eyes nk, as if the words hadn''t even registered as an insult. She just couldn''t understand.
Are all rich people this insane?
No, Miranda isn''t like this... Or maybe you have to be Montgomery-level rich to be this nuts?
Forgive her—she was just an ordinary girl. She couldn''t begin to understand. "Psychopath," M muttered under her breath.
...
She exhaled sharply, turned, and headed straight for the exit of the men''s locker room. If she stayed a second longer, she''d suffocate-in every sense of the word.
Behind her, Lysander''s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Without a word, Leonard blocked her path, silent and unyielding.
M clenched her fists, then turned back to Lysander, forcing herself to sound calm. "I''ve got code to finish tonight. Can we meet tomorrow instead?"
Since entering into this contract rtionship with Lysander, things had finally begun to settle down. As long as he wasn''t around to harass her pawing and kissing her like some touch-starved lunatic-her life was getting back on track.
Thanks to her good grades and decent social skills, her advisor had even helped her join aputer science project. The pay was good, and a brilliant PhD student from the research institute would be mentoring her. Her future was looking bright for the first time.
Truth was, she was busier than ever.
And right now, she desperately needed a moment alone to breathe.
"You''re upset," Lysander said, ignoring her request.
"I''m not."
"You are," he pressed, tone brooking no argument. "You''re angry. Angry because of a dog."
His fox-like eyes glinted a storm gathering in their depths-as he stalked toward her, step by deliberate step.