Chapter 8

• Xavier
• Emma’s face crumpled, rage flashing in her eyes. “You went through my duffle bag?”
• “The empty one in the bottom of the closet? Yup.”
• “You had no right.”
• “I had every right. They’re my keys too.”
• “Where are they?”
• “Somewhere you’ll never find them.”
• “Stay out of my stuff.”
• “Or what?” Xavier looked back down at his phone, just to annoy Emma. “Besides, I didn’t go through your stuff. I went through an empty bag in the bottom of our communal closet. Pick better hiding places if you want to keep things from me.” Xavier hadn’t gone through Emma’s room. The bag had been the first place he had checked.
• “I need to go to the store.”
• “You went yesterday.”
• “No. To the student store. I want to get my textbooks.”
• “Classes haven’t even started yet.”
• “They start tomorrow. I want to get a jump on the line.”
• “You’re such a nerd.”
• “And you’re a slacker. Why are you even in school if you don’t put any effort in?”
• “Because it pisses my dad off to have to pay my tuition, and this is one of the only ways I can remind him that I still exist.” Xavier stared at Emma, and she bit his lip. Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that.
• “We need to work out a schedule for the van,” Emma said.
• “I already told you how it’s going to go down.”
• “You’re so annoying!” Emma snatched Xavier’s phone out of his hand.
• “Careful, Emma,” Xavier turned his full attention to Emma. “Remember what happened the last time you put your hands on me?”
• “I’m not touching you,” Emma replied, her voice breathy and going straight to Xavier’s dick.
• “Give me back my phone.”
• “Not until you work out a schedule with me.”
• Xavier lashed out and grabbed Emma’s wrist, squeezing hard enough that she let go of Xavier’s phone with a weak whimper.
• It bounced on the couch between them, and Xavier snatched it up with his free hand.
• “Get your hands off me,” Emma said in that breathy voice Xavier’s dick loved.
• “Or what?” Xavier tossed his phone onto the coffee table, keeping his grip on Emma’s wrist.
• “Or…”
• “You gonna piss in my bed like you threatened last night?”
• Emma swallowed, her brown eyes wide and bright.
• “I promise that won’t end well for you if you ever try it.”
• “I…”
• “Hate me?” Xavier tugged Emma closer, chuckling when Emma fell against his chest with a squeak. “I know.”
• “Let-let me go…”
• “You sure that’s what you want?”
• “I…”
• “Or maybe you want me to make you cum again?”
• Xavier flipped them over so Emma was on her back, her legs hanging over the end of the loveseat. Xavier straddled her.
• “Xavier.”
• It hadn’t escaped Xavier how Emma used his name when he messed with her. Why did that turn him on so much?
• That had never happened with anyone else. Only Emma had that effect on him, and fuck if he knew why. Xavier grabbed Emma’s other wrist and pinned both above her head.
• “You like this,” Xavier stated rather than asked.
• Emma’s cheeks were flushed pink, her lips parted as she panted out little breaths.
• His nipples was hard and tenting the front of her shirt and Xavier would bet that she's wet.
• “Your nipples doesn’t lie, Emma. You like it when I manhandle you. You like feeling me on top of you.”
• “No.”
• Xavier leaned over her, pressing her into the loveseat with his full
• weight.
• “You do.”
• “I don’t.”
• “Then fight back. Tell me to get off.”
• Something flashed in Emma’s eyes. Then she began to struggle.
• She flopped and twisted, nearly breaking free from Xavier’s hold. Xavier went limp on top of her, using his weight to pin her down so all Emma managed to do was rub herself against Xavier’s.
• Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head as she frotted against Xavier, still under the guise of trying to escape.
• “I hate you so much,” Emma gritted out, still moving under him.
• “I know.” Xavier moved and held both of Emma’s wrists in one hand, then slid the other between their bodies. “And I hate you too.” Xavier rubbed his palm over Emma’s cover pussy.
• “Ugnh,” Emma moaned.
• “You want me to jerk you off? You want to feel my big, rough hand on your clit?”
• “Fuck you.”
• “That wasn’t a no.”
• Emma arched into him, her eyelids fluttering closed as Xavier rubbed her through her thin shorts.
• “Why…”
• “Why what?”