Chapter 93

I stand in the dressing room in just my panties, holding up a sexy lace bra. It’s entirely see through, leaving nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t something I had selected for myself. Donna never held it up for me to nod or shake my head. Yet here it is, all the same, mixed among my piles and piles of potential clothes.

Perhaps Neil selected it? No. I squash that thought right away. More likely Donna assumed I needed something and would be too embarrassed to ask for it.

She’s probably right.

I pull on the bra, but it doesn’t have the regular kind of clasp. There are straps and fasteners and I’m terribly confused by the whole thing. I finally fit it over my breasts but it feels terribly tight in the arms. Maybe all the straps aren’t supposed to go over the shoulder? I have no idea.

I hear the door open to the changing area outside my small room. I draw back the curtain, ready to ask Donna for help.

Only it’s not Donna standing there. It’s Neil.

He’s holding a simple cocktail dress. He hasn’t seen me yet.

“I think you should reconsider this dress. You will need something like this for events. It appears comfortable and wouldn’t draw too much… attention…”

He finally looks over to me and his words trail.

His gaze flits down my front, taking in the length of my body before stopping on my tits. He can see everything through this see-through bra.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, his voice suddenly dropping an octave.

“It was on my pile.”

“Why would you want that?”

I shrug. With the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to eat me, I can think of a few reasons I would want to keep this lingerie.

He doesn’t like that answer. His brows lower and he starts glaring.

“Who would you wear that for?”

Oh, this overbearing asshole. He doesn’t want me but doesn’t want anyone else to have me, is that it?

The only people I can think of wearing this for are Neil and Archer. But they both have their heads stuffed so far up their asses that they wouldn’t even consider me as an option.

I’m still a little hurt from Neil’s blatant disregard of me, after what we shared together. Maybe I mean to cut him in return.

“Maybe I met someone in class that I like,” I say. I place my hand on my hip and stretch my back out some. This pushes my tits forward. He’s stares at them again, but too quickly his fiery eyes are back on me.

“What the fuck did you say?” He’s all anger now. The cocktail dress he was holding hits the floor. In three long strides, he’s across the room and crowding up against me. “Who?”

His Alpha anger does something to me. Suddenly I’m weak in the knees. My panties start to get wet.

His hand falls heavy on my shoulder, so close to my neck. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

I want to submit. I want to fall to pieces under his hands and let him put me back together if he wants. But last time I did that, he hurt me straight afterwards.

And that hurt is so fresh I’m still bleeding.

So I harden myself. I stand up straighter. I lift my chin in defiance.

“Who exactly do I belong to, Neil? Because you only want me when it’s convenient.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He’s growling now, voice low and dangerous. “No one else gets to see you in this. Or touch you.”

“Or what? You’ll come all over me again, get me smelling like you, and then pretend you don’t give a shit? I’m tired of the whiplash. You either want me or you don’t.”

“Wanting you is not the issue.” His gaze drops and he’s staring straight through my lacy bra. His hand inches closer to the base of my throat, teasing me. “I’m not allowed to have you.”

“But no one else is either? You want me to be a virgin for life?”

A possessive fury sparks in his eyes. His hand sits more fully at my neck now, fingers curling, alerting me of their presence. The Alpha is raging within him, I can see the turmoil in the clench of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders.

I glance down and yeah, his dick is hard, tenting his pants. The sight makes me bold.

“Do you like what I’m wearing, Neil? Should I buy it for you?”

“Just for me?” he asks.

I’m not done teasing. “Maybe.”

He pushes me further back into the dressing room, until my back slams up against the wall. A delightful tremor rushes through me. I love it when he manhandles me.

“I’d rather have you naked,” he growls. He grips the center of the lace, right at the valley between my breasts, and tears it away from my body.

Whatever it cost, it’s worthless scrap now, as he flings it down onto the floor in disgust.

“Neil --!” My voice cuts off, sharp, as he presses his hands over my tits instead, cupping me more firmly than that flimsy bra had. His thumbs trace persistent circles around my pebbling nipples.

I whimper. Gods, his hands feel so good. He must have been paying attention before, he does exactly what I like without any deviance. I drop my head back against the wall.

He drops his mouth to my ear. “Tell me the name of the boy you want. Do you want him to see you like this? Maybe I should come to your class, bend you over his desk, and fuck you right in front of him. Show him who you belong to. Show him who makes you scream.”

My throat is suddenly dry as the images blast through my mind. The mystery boy was a lie, he doesn’t exist. But the thought of Neil wanting me so badly, he goes feral has me clawing at his shoulders, nearly begging for it.

Screw that random nobody. Neil can fuck me over whatever desk he wants.

Neil is the one I want. He’s –

The changing area door opens again. In a flash, Neil pulls away, grabs the curtain to our dressing room, and slides it closed.

I totally freeze, waiting to see if we’re caught. Neil in a compromising position with his nanny surely wouldn’t look good for the Hayes’s family. And though Donna seems to love her potential commission, I’m not sure it would be enough to get her to stay quiet.

There’s the sound of some shuffling, like Donna is picking through some of the discarded clothes.

“Chloe? Everything okay in there?” Donna calls from the other side of the curtain.

Neil’s arms come around me. His voice is in my ear.

“Get rid of her.”

I whisper back, “What’s in it for me?”

One of his hands falls to my ass. He grips so hard I gasp.

“Bad girls get punishments,” he says. His breath is hot on my ear. “Good girls get rewards.”

I want to be fucked over a desk. I don’t know if that is a punishment or a reward.

Neil’s sharp look of disapproval makes me want to drop to my knees. His rock hard dick is pressing against my thigh.

His low growl has be pressing my legs hard together, searching for friction.

“Which will it be, Chloe?”